Green Monster Epic

Everyone was very surprised that Allen, this Saint, hadn't even discussed the conditions with them yet, and had already stated his arrangements for taking care of the Thorns Ring members so straightforwardly. Although the conditions might not be entirely satisfactory to everyone, the fact that a Saint-level figure was so considerate of their tribes' feelings of loyalty was something that members of other factions rarely experienced.

"...I believe that with our unity and concerted efforts, the future of the Northern Territory will surely be bright!!"

"That's for sure!"

"With your guidance, the Northern Territory will naturally be filled with light. We will certainly follow your leadership and instructions!!"

"..."

Except for the Drow Alliance, the leaders of the other seven tribes were all present. After Allen's earnest conversation, they all expressed their support and maintenance for him, creating a united scene.

Not uniting was not an option. Not to mention the various benefits gained from following the Green Field Tribe, just the strength that the Green Field Tribe was now displaying, with such a powerful Saint sitting in charge, the future days of the surrounding tribes who did not submit to his rule would definitely be miserable.

Fortunately, after dealing with this Gnoll leader for hundreds of years, the leaders present had also figured out his temperament. At least he was not as strong and headstrong as the other four Pillars. His style of doing things could be considered gentle and fair. Following him, their tribes would at least not have to worry about becoming cannon fodder or pawns to be exploited.

"Alright, I have explained my business to everyone. Let's talk about what matters you want to share and discuss here!"

Allen chuckled inwardly. He didn't even need the other tribal leaders to ask, and he proactively offered to increase the provision of dishes within the organization. Thirty years for one dish was definitely not enough for several tribes to share, and it wouldn't meet everyone's requirements. But now they were too embarrassed to raise objections about the quantity, otherwise, it would seem a bit greedy.

Anyway, he was already in debt, so he didn't care about adding another one. Since he had already promised to give a dozen dishes to the Alliance and the Temple, he wouldn't mind this one, but it could shut the mouths of the members within the organization. It seemed appropriate in every way.

"Your Excellency, I happen to have something I want to report to you."

Old Zolf exuded an aura of death, and it was clear that his days were numbered. Moreover, his tribe had previously lost Yogg, the legendary high-level Dragon Vein Sorcerer, and now the tribe's top strength was at its weakest stage.

For the sake of the tribe's long-term interests, Zolf had already begun to plan for his own affairs after his death.

"Dagg, the chieftain of the Burhan Troll tribe south of my tribe, traveled with me some time ago. On the way, he talked to me about wanting me to introduce them to join the Thorns Ring."

"Because this involves the interests of our several tribes, I didn't dare to agree easily without everyone's consent. It just so happens that everyone is here now, and I want to know your and the other's opinions, so I can reply to Dagg later."

As soon as Zolf finished speaking, Chief Sphinxi of the Aman'sha tribe on the other side also spoke up, saying something similar to Zolf, except that the tribe they recommended was a bit far from the Northern Territory, separated from the nearest Algang tribe by two or three tribal members.

"Our lizardman compatriot Dilitteye in the south also chatted with my tribe, and also wants to join our organization."

The older generation of power holders were dying out. Although Sphinxi and his compatriot friend Fendi had several decades of life left, which was much stronger than Zolf, who had already stepped into the River Styx with half a foot, they, the two lizardman leaders, had to prepare early to avoid becoming powerless vassals of the Green Field Tribe, which was booming and had a Saint in charge.

"This is a good thing!!"

Allen was overjoyed. He wouldn't worry that increasing the members of the Thorns Ring would bring too much trouble and problems to their tribe's leadership of the organization.

On the contrary, the expansion of the organization would become his strong foundation for dealing with the Northern Elven Kingdom and the Temple of Nature. How could he not be sincerely happy!

"What do you think?"

The other tribes didn't seem too happy on their faces, with some hesitation and worry appearing on their faces.

The interests of the Thorns Ring today were indeed not to be underestimated. Whether it was the developed area on the eastern foothills of the Cato Mountains, the income from the castles in the mountains, or the benefits distributed to the organization by the two fortresses, and the various conveniences brought about by this, it had become one of the important sources of income that each tribe could not do without.

Now, suddenly adding other tribal members, wouldn't that mean that the benefits they received would be diluted as a result? Anyone would probably hesitate in their hearts.

"I know what everyone is worried about, but in today's turbulent and unstable Feyman world, shouldn't we only think about our own interests not being damaged? Shouldn't the more important thing be to consider the problem of tribal survival?"

"This time, our successive victories against the Elven Kingdom's army and the elimination of hundreds of thousands of their troops are certainly gratifying, but they have also completely offended the Elven Kingdom."

"The Elven Kingdom has a vast territory and a large population. They can afford to lose this number of troops. Reorganizing a new army later is just a conscription order."

"In the two years or so that we have been preparing for the celebration, the Elven Kingdom has once again reinforced Thornsburg with 200,000 troops, and has also increased its troops to the Dwarf Kingdom by 500,000. I believe everyone knows this!"

"If the Elven Kingdom takes the initiative to abandon the invasion war against the Dwarf Kingdom next and turns around to destroy our main force in the Northern Territory first, what do you think we should do??"

What Allen said was the truth. In the relatively peaceful period of the Northern Territory for more than two years, the fighting between the Dwarves and the Elves had never stopped. Except for the southern line, where the Thorns Allied Forces were stationed on the border, causing the remnants of the Elves to shrink back to the front line of Thornsburg, the Elven Legion's central and northern battlefields were still engaged in fierce battles with the Dwarf army.

The only change, perhaps, was that the Grand Marshal of the Dwarf Kingdom's army had been replaced by the Grey Dwarf General Guleit, who had become famous in one battle. Relying on his more insidious and ruthless layout and planning style, he finally reversed the disadvantage of the Dwarf race facing the Elven Legion on the battlefield, and the fighting between the two sides gradually became back and forth.

Many prominent figures have also emerged among the new generation of Dwarf warriors. Guleit, who was originally from the abandoned Grey Dwarf clan, naturally does not stick to his background and only looks at the other party's ability and talent. He has promoted many low-level Dwarves and mixed-race Dwarves, breaking the rigid hierarchy held by the Dwarf military dignitaries and integrating many new blood.

At this time of crisis, the king's line of the Dwarf Kingdom also painfully reflected and cooperated with the Grey Dwarf branch to adjust the power of the kingdom. Although there was resistance, it was difficult to stop the general trend, and it seemed to have a bit of innovation.

On the contrary, the Elven Kingdom suffered repeated setbacks, and the conservative forces within the kingdom took the opportunity to rise, giving the royal family and the hard-line camp a lot of pressure.

If it weren't for the Elven Temple revealing its continued support for the royal family, the Elven military might have already begun to withdraw its lines under heavy pressure.

Even so, the Elven Kingdom's court was constantly arguing over military matters whenever a meeting began, causing the kingdom's upper echelons a great headache.

Allen naturally hoped that such a situation would continue, at least without any major turmoil or crisis in the Dwarven Kingdom.

Then their Northern Territory Legion could continue to prepare and train on the front lines, having more time to prepare.

"Aren't the Elven armies being very well-behaved lately?"

Several leaders looked a little uncomfortable.

Speaking of the military front line in the north, they also had a lot of grievances.

After several major battles, although many soldiers were eliminated, coupled with the excessively harsh and arduous training strategies and those who deserted, the remaining army of more than 150,000 was a huge expense every month for food, drink, and use!

The alliance had supported several waves of supplies and resources before, but since last year, the alliance had once again focused on the southern front, seemingly preparing to go to war with humans again.

The support for their northern front had stopped, and even the subsequent reinforcements were intercepted.

The alliance's explanation was that their Northern Territory had thwarted the Elven offensive in several major battles, and the existing forces were enough to deal with the Elves' counterattack.

The front-line supplies in the past year have all been paid for by the various races obeying Green Field's orders, from their own public property, and looking at the Green Field tribe's posture, it is impossible to withdraw troops in a short time, and everyone has to continue to bleed to support them.

"The reason why the front-line Elven legions are well-behaved is because we have deployed more than 100,000 elite troops and cooperated with the Dwarven legions to fight against them, but this does not mean that the Elves have ended their coveting and hostility towards our Northern Territory."

Allen felt a little displeased.

How long has it been since the last crisis, and the leaders of the Northern Territory's various races have already begun to develop negative emotions.

In the future, the struggle with the Elves will be a long-term one, and he really can't imagine what these guys will do to hold them back at that time.

"More allies mean more strength.

Although they share our interests within the organization, think about it from another perspective, don't they also have to share the obligations that everyone bears?"

"So, I am very welcoming when it comes to accepting new members."

With Allen setting the tone, the result would basically not be too different.

After all, Snow Mí and Raven's Claw are now just hanging the names of two tribes.

In fact, their internal relationship with the Green Field tribe can be said to be inseparable.

Even the appointment and removal of tribal leaders and supervisors are mostly from or trained by the Green Field tribe.

As for the remaining two tribes, Heart of the Wild and Koli Ma, who want to join the alliance, even if they have some complaints and dissatisfaction, they are more aware that their tribes also rely on the Green Field tribe's protection and support to have their current development and strength, and it is even more impossible to violate Allen's will.

This is also why the other three tribes now want to win over other pro-alliance tribes, so that everyone can stick together to keep warm and not become puppets under the Green Field tribe.

The matter that was originally supposed to be resolved at the Thorns Ring temporary meeting was now completed in Allen's Greenburg in just one night.

Early the next morning, the tribal leaders returned to their respective positions, those who should go to the front line went to the front line, and those who should go south to find close tribes to discuss joining the alliance also left.

In the end, only Allen was left in the not-so-splendid castle of Greenburg, waiting for the arrival of the final protagonist.

Without keeping Allen waiting for too long, as he continued to ponder the unfamiliar field that had newly appeared on his body, the familiar aura hundreds of miles away, traveling over mountains and ridges, vaguely appeared in the virtual Green Field sandbox drawn by Allen's brain.

With a thought from Allen, another different vision actually appeared in his mind, constantly rising into the sky, and seeing Allen's own body, who was meditating with his eyes closed, clearly.

That feeling was very wonderful.

The invisible line of sight quickly rushed towards the direction of the aura that Allen had sensed before, the speed even exceeding Allen's full-speed flight.

Soon, it arrived at the destination he wanted to go to, the route of a goblin female who was jumping up and down in the mountains, occasionally doing a free fall from a cliff hundreds of meters high with her physical body.

Kou'er was originally enjoying a good time with Trist in the undeveloped mountains until she received a goblin druid messenger sent by Albard to find them.

Only then was she somewhat unwilling to separate from Trist and ran towards the direction of Mur Fortress.

Seized by a playful mood, seeing that the journey to Mur Fortress was not far, she simply gave up flying and instead directly used her physical strength to cross mountains and ridges, going wherever it was most dangerous, just to feel the hearty stimulation.

Only such a rough-edged personality can allow a legendary powerhouse who is almost a hundred years old to still do such boring things.

Even Allen, who observed this scene with an invisible vision, couldn't help but smile.

Following the traces of this playful girl, the journey that originally only needed less than half a magic hour to reach, Kou'er spent a full two magic hours.

By the time her figure appeared in front of the Greenburg gate, the sky had gradually darkened.

Creak!!

Kou'er pushed open the castle gate and happened to see Allen holding cutlery and enjoying dinner.

Seeing this situation, Kou'er quickly ran over a few steps, affectionately greeting Allen, and at the same time plopped down on the chair next to Allen's right hand, where a set of cutlery was also placed.

"How did Teacher know that I was also hungry, and even prepared so much delicious food for me!"

Even though she is already more than three hundred years old, almost four hundred years old, Kou'er still doesn't show too much respect and fear in front of Allen like Albard and Orenzi, and is still as carefree as a child who hasn't grown up.

"That's right, some people are very energetic.

Knowing that I was waiting for her, she could still climb mountains and wade through rivers, playing all the way.

How could she not be hungry!"

Allen lowered his head and continued his eating motions, but his tone was plainly stating the facts he saw.

"Ah?"

Kou'er was slightly startled, and then a few traces of embarrassment appeared on her face: "Teacher, are you secretly tracking me?"

"I don't have that kind of leisure!"

Hearing Kou'er's question, Allen was speechless and rolled his eyes at Kou'er.

"Giggle ~"

As Kou'er's silver bell-like laughter echoed in the living room, a rare warm scene continued to be staged in the castle.