《Green Monster Epic》


 #1207 - Frost Fang

    Chapter 1168: Frost Blade, Wolf Fang


    The fiercely burning and incredibly powerful magic was about to crash down upon the charging Dire Wolf army, but the rapidly advancing Goblin cavalry and their Dire Wolf companions completely ignored its threat, continuing their fearless and wild charge towards their target.


    Just as the magic was about to descend within ten meters of the army''s head, the sound of loud, rhythmic chanting suddenly erupted from within the charging Goblin cavalry ranks.


    "¡­In accordance with the will of the Ferman World, we stand our ground, and no unnatural state shall exist!!!"


    One by one, the resolute Faithless Knights revealed their faith and pursuit to the world, and one by one, anti-magic fields, each with a limited range, expanded outwards to a space of a dozen meters as the knights pointed their long swords at the sky.


    Although the field''s radiation range wasn''t large, the cavalry legion compensated for the defect with numbers through reasonable configuration, allowing the charging legion to be protected.


    The magic that flew into it, comparable to a demigod-level caster''s full-force spell, began to vibrate internally, and the spell model constructing the magic also showed signs of collapse under the influence of the field, twisting and shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, with a large number of elements escaping from it.


    The power of the magic continuously weakened. However, after all, the Faithless Knights who joined the cavalry regiment were relatively weak. Faced with the powerful magic condensed with rich magic power, they could only weaken its power, but could not completely eliminate it. Soon, clusters of magic with their aura weakened by more than ten times fell into the army.


    Clang clang!!!


    At this moment, another Goblin Knight clamped the Dire Wolf''s abdomen with their legs, abruptly leaped high from the running formation, held up shields in their left hands to protect themselves and their Dire Wolf''s vital points, and mobilized the vigorous energy of their comrades within the range of their fields, pouring it into the throwing axes and knives in their right hands, which they then resolutely hurled out. The flying blades howled as they pierced through the magic above.


    Boom!!! Boom boom!!!


    The unstable spell model collapsed on the spot, and the magical elements controlled by the model immediately erupted, creating clusters of colorful magical flames above the heads of the Goblin cavalry.


    "Awoo~~ ~ ~"


    In the end, several unfortunate Goblin cavalrymen were at the center of the magic explosion and were immediately swallowed by the violent magic power. The Dire Wolves under them, either because they suffered collateral damage, or because they sensed the disappearance of their northward companions'' life force, couldn''t help but let out a miserable wail, but they didn''t give up running because of this, still firmly carrying out their companions'' will and determination, continuing to charge towards the enemy.


    At this moment, the madness in the depths of the Dire Wolves'' eyes grew even stronger, and sharp teeth violently grew and protruded from the corners of their opened mouths, filled with murderous intent.


    "Prepare throwing spears!!!"


    "Fire!!!"


    As the army''s charge reached an effective attack range, Dyke, the leading Goblin Legendary Knight, issued a high-pitched command. At the same time, he also took out a custom-made throwing spear from the spear pouch on the Dire Wolf''s flank, raised it high above his head with his right hand, charged up, and suddenly threw it out.


    Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!


    The sky was filled with the whistling sound of throwing spears piercing the sky, and the dense throwing spears, carrying the kinetic energy brought by the cavalry''s acceleration and the battle aura they poured into them, mercilessly plunged into the Elven army two hundred meters ahead.


    Tear~~ Tear~~~


    Clang clang clang~~~


    "Ah~~~"


    The sound of metal clashing was mixed with the moans and wails of the Elves. The first wave of victims in the Elven army had already appeared, but before they could recover, the second wave of throwing spears appeared above their heads once again.


    Magic flickered in and out of existence above the Elven army. Weapons fluttered in their hands. In order to resist the Goblin light cavalry''s attack, the Elven army''s retreat speed slowed down.


    "Front row, switch to short crossbows, prepare!!!"


    "Fire!!!!!"


    Years of training had integrated all tactical movements into the Goblin cavalry''s blood. Even before the commanding officer finished speaking the order, the Goblin cavalry in the front row had already raised the short crossbows refilled with arrow magazines. As the firing order was issued, short arrows were poured out of the arrow magazines one after another.


    "Change weapons!! Prepare for melee combat!!!"


    Clang clang clang!!!


    The outer-layer cavalrymen, having fired their arrow magazines, re-hung their short crossbows on their saddles, then drew out the wide-bladed war knives with cold light from their waists, staring fiercely at the Elven defense positions that had been breached by their short crossbows.


    "Kill!!!!!"


    The cavalry legion was like a torrent, crashing straight into the Elven defense array that was like a reef. Hundreds of Elven elites in the core of the impact were immediately cut down under the cavalry''s charge.


    Elven warriors waved the weapons in their hands to counterattack, recklessly jumping up and charging towards the nearest Goblin, but they didn''t expect a sharp pain in their waist and abdomen. Glancing sideways, they saw the Dire Wolf under the Goblin''s crotch open its bloody mouth, ferociously and mercilessly tearing at their armor and flesh.


    At this time, the Goblin cavalry tacitly swung their war knives, regardless of the threat brought by the Elven warrior''s deformed attack movements, and slashed at the opponent''s neck with one knife, the spurting blood unable to splash on the murderer''s body, the Dire Wolf had already swung its head, throwing it away.


    There were also Elven warriors who wanted to rely on their agile movements to maneuver with the cavalry, but they didn''t expect the Dire Wolves under the Goblin cavalry to also agilely pursue the opponent''s traces, while the Goblin cavalry steadily waved the knives in their hands, locking onto the opponent''s position, slashing out fiercely knife after knife until they killed the opponent.


    In a short period of time, countless soldiers on both sides had been killed and injured, but overall, the Dire Wolf cavalry had the absolute upper hand in this confrontation. However, this Dire Wolf cavalry did not intend to directly break through the Elven formation, but suddenly split into two torrents at the position where they impacted the Elven formation, sweeping along the edges of the Elven formation from the left and right, and then withdrew from the battlefield after a 180-degree turn.


    After retreating a certain distance, the vanguard of the cavalry regiment once again bit the tail of their own regiment, forming two oval battle formations on the left and right, constantly grinding the Elven army''s battle lines, constantly swallowing the lives of Elven warriors bite by bite.


    At the same time, the warriors in the cavalry army who had not yet engaged in battle were not idle either. Because there was no need to wear heavy armor to ensure the Dire Wolf''s agile speed as much as possible, the Goblin cavalry could also carry more mid-range weapons such as throwing spears and arrow magazines. At this time, they naturally spared no effort to pour these attacking weapons into the middle and rear sections of the Elven army, giving the opponent a heavy blow.


    The Elven army had a larger number of troops than the Wolf Fang Legion, but because they couldn''t slow down the cavalry''s agile movements, they could only passively respond to the cavalry''s repeated cycles of impact. Although the Elven spellcaster teams, who were in the center of the army and heavily protected, constantly took action to assist their Elven companions, the Faithless Knights in the Frost Blade Wolf Fang Legion greatly restrained them, making the powerful spellcasters become a kind of display for a while.


    And just as everyone was caught in a bitter battle, an even greater threat was rapidly approaching this defeated Elven army''s position.

 #1206 - 1206. Chapter 1167

    The impact of the battle between Saint-level beings on the soldiers of both sides fighting fiercely in Thorns Fortress was significant. The terrifying mental pressure alone greatly hampered everyone, preventing them from exhibiting even forty or fifty percent of their true strength. Although everyone tried their best to resist the invisible pressure, the attacks they launched were greatly distorted, and their limbs involuntarily weakened.


    However, this adverse reaction lasted only a short time. As the figures and domains of the Saints fighting in the sky moved away, the battle among the city''s soldiers returned to normal.


    From the moment the Northern Coalition''s commander, Albard, succeeded in his scheme, using alchemical engineering to blast open the sturdy city walls and open a passage to the interior of the fortress, the outcome of the war was already determined.


    Having lost the advantage of city defenses and with the defending army in a position of absolute disadvantage, the commander of the Elven Kingdom''s garrison was left with the most sensible choice: abandon the city they were currently guarding and lead the remaining troops and civilians from the north side of the city, which had not been besieged or attacked.


    In fact, the development of the battle was just as expected. After the elven guards withdrawing from the east, south, and west sides regrouped in the direction of the inner city, Mario, the elven commander in charge of the battle, after a period of intense mental struggle, despondently issued the order to withdraw from Thorns Fortress.


    When Albard saw through the sand table that the city gate on the north side of Thorns Fortress, which had not yet fallen, suddenly opened, and groups of elven civilians, carrying their families and belongings, poured out, fleeing frantically towards the north road, the tense string in his heart finally loosened.


    "Huff!!"


    After letting out a silent breath, Albard''s eyes regained clarity and wisdom, and he began to contemplate the still ongoing battle in the inner city.


    "Order: the Storm and Stone Legions to enter the inner city battlefield, replacing the Frost Blade Wolf Fang and Bloodfire Lion Legions!"


    "At the same time, tell Tash (Frost Blade Wolf Fang) and Salah (Bloodfire Lion) to withdraw their legions from the current battlefield and prepare for a long-distance pursuit of the remaining elven soldiers!"


    "Yes!!"


    The messenger quickly relayed Albard''s orders, and the battlefield projected on the sand table quickly changed accordingly. The Northern Coalition''s only two cavalry legions left the occupied city gates on the east and west sides, circled around, and arrived at the section of the north city wall.


    At this time, the remaining 30,000 elven soldiers, led by Commander Mario, Alicia, and others, retreated in a disheveled manner from the wide-open north city gate, even causing no small conflict with the fleeing elven civilians in the city, causing a commotion.


    Most of the elven civilians who had lived in Thorns City for generations did not choose to leave before the war, because they did not believe that the powerful elven army would fail, and even more so, they did not believe that the barbaric and ignorant uncivilized races in the south would really dare to provoke the whiskers of the behemoth that was the Elven Kingdom.


    Only now that the worst outcome had occurred, they were caught off guard when they thought of fleeing the fortress that was about to fall.


    The soldiers of the two Northern cavalry legions, who had arrived at the attack position, would not let go of this great opportunity to attack. Without waiting for Commander Albard''s attack order from the central army camp to be conveyed, the two commanders immediately led nearly ten thousand cavalry soldiers behind them to launch a charge against the somewhat disorganized elven soldiers and civilians.


    Although the number of remaining elven troops exceeded the total number of soldiers in the two Northern legions, and there was also a complete team of spellcasters, the legion commanders of the Frost Blade Wolf Fang and Bloodfire Lion legions and the cavalry soldiers under their command did not retreat in the slightest, and everyone''s eyes were filled with an intense fighting spirit.


    "Charge!!!!"


    "Kill ah!!!!!"


    The soldiers of the two cavalry legions simultaneously clamped the bellies of their mounts between their legs. The warhorses and dire wolves, sensing the intentions of their masters and companions, immediately moved with light or heavy steps, and then charged towards the remaining elven troops on the vast land outside the north city.


    Albard, who was in the central army camp, seemed to feel the high morale and killing intent of the Northern warriors. His emerald-like bright eyes stared intently at everything, until he heard the nervous discussion of the staff officers beside him: "They are too impatient, they should at least rest before attacking again!!"


    "Should we transfer a group of people from the central army or the legions fighting in the inner city to provide support? The number of this elven army is much larger than our two legions..."


    Although the outcome of this great battle was already determined, and the fact that the Northern Coalition had defeated the Elven Kingdom''s defending army in a frontal siege was in front of them, the inherent perception that the elven army was powerful and unmatched still existed in the minds of the vast majority of the wildland natives. When they saw the two legions launching an attack against an elven army that was stronger overall than themselves, everyone inevitably began to feel nervous again.


    These staff officers in the central army camp were all elites painstakingly cultivated by the various Northern tribes over the years. There were still many people who held such views, let alone other members of the various tribes at the grassroots level.


    Sensing the atmosphere of tension and worry emanating from the military tent, Albard pretended not to notice and directly ignored the pairs of burning eyes cast on his body, continuing to steadily watch the two Northern cavalry legions launching a charge against the remaining elven troops on the sand table.


    He had confidence in the strength of the soldiers of the two legions, not only because they were the most powerful cavalry in the age of cold weapons, but also because the warrior composition of these two legions was basically from the Green Field tribes. Every warrior, from their own strength and combat skills to their external armor and mount equipment, was invested with a large amount of resources and effort from the entire Green Field tribe.


    If these two elite legions could not even take down a scattered elven army, then the Northern Coalition could also withdraw their flags and return to the north.


    And the reality was just that. The two cavalry slowly accelerated from slow to fast. Although they were quickly discovered by the retreating elven army, the open and flat area outside the north city also provided an excellent geographical environment for the cavalry legions to launch a charge here.


    "¡­SAK¡­"


    The first to react in the elven army was the spellcaster team that had been remotely competing with the Northern Coalition''s spellcaster team. As mysterious and lengthy incantations sounded, a dense magical aura rose in the elven army.


    The dwarf goblin cavalry of the Frost Blade Wolf Fang Legion were faster than the Bloodfire Lion Legion. After all, their positioning was as light cavalry. When their speed was brought to the extreme in a relatively long period of force, the tall and mighty dire wolves spewed out a fishy white gas from their mouths, turning into a black torrent that quickly approached the elven army, which was completing its defensive formation.


    Whoosh ~ ~ ~


    The elven spellcaster team''s range magic was already complete, and huge, burning fireballs with long tails fell gently from the sky.


    I originally planned to finish writing the war scene, but I didn''t have enough time and I was afraid of procrastinating again, so I posted it directly.

 #1205 - War Feast

    The Bonecleaver''s blade retracted its golden light, and the Bugbear Allen, with his legs suspended in a bow stance, withstood the enormous impact of the divine spell. Only when the arm holding the sword suddenly felt lighter, knowing it had passed through the range of the divine spell, did his exhausted arms instantly recover with the surging divine power, and he thrust the heavy sword forward with a sudden burst of strength.


    Instant Kill!


    Divine power erupted from the tip of the sword, and a golden flash instantly crossed a hundred meters of space, appearing before the Elven Saint Helena, colliding with a semi-transparent shield constantly revolving around her.


    Although protected by a powerful divine spell, Helena was unable to maintain her posture under the impact of the Instant Kill sword technique''s mighty force and was sent flying on the spot.


    Immediately, Allen brought back the exhausted heavy sword, turned sideways, and mobilized divine power to inject into the Bonecleaver, placing the heavy, wide sword beside his chest and waist, just in time to block a ferocious blow from a huge, slender dragon tail swinging a boneÁö.


    Clang!


    Allen''s body slid ten meters to the left, using the force of the impact. With each beat of his heart, new divine power spread throughout his body again. His left and right hands tightly gripped the heavy sword, and he swept it upward and cleaved it back, intersecting directly with the Silver Dragon''s pair of dragon claws that were relentlessly pursuing.


    Ding!


    Clang!


    The man and the dragon shook, then slid apart to their respective sides, preparing to adjust their states and attack again.


    Taking this opportunity, Allen suddenly closed his eyes, and the main body of his consciousness appeared in the sea of consciousness, face to face with the divine consciousness that had been maintained independently for research.


    Their eyes met, and the invisible thought had already been received by the divine consciousness. Then, the body transformed by the divine consciousness gradually flickered with light, and finally split into strands of mental power, like swallows returning to their nests, floating towards Allen''s main consciousness. The two quickly merged into one, and at the same time, a massive amount of information, like a tide, poured into the main consciousness, waiting to be digested and absorbed by him.


    In the real world, Allen''s eyes only blinked once. When he opened his eyes again, the aura on his body had changed significantly. He had less warmth and humanity and more ruthlessness and indifference, which was caused by the impact of the massive amount of information and the infection of the divine consciousness.


    After actively deactivating the Dual Tasking specialization, the two originally homologous consciousnesses re-integrated into one. Allen''s already enormous mental power was now more than doubled, almost comparable to the mental power of a Saint-level caster, allowing him to control his divine power combat skills more exquisitely, and the effect and range of his domain also skyrocketed.


    "...You are all fresh meat on the chopping block! My hunger will tear your lands, and my jaws will crush your altars!"


    At this moment, the Bugbear Allen had more divinity than humanity. His pair of green eyes had become golden and dazzling. The words he uttered, word by word, were still in the common language of Fayman, but when they floated between heaven and earth, they possessed a certain sacred power.


    A ball of divine fire suddenly rose from the blade of the heavy sword Bonecleaver. The flames burned and produced invisible energy, which merged into Allen''s combat domain. A more complex and subtle energy quickly expanded, overlapping with the domain of the female elf Helena, covering the most intense inner city battlefield of Thornsburg.


    "Domain: War Feast!!"


    A huge, semi-transparent dining table, summoned by Allen''s majestic voice, appeared in his domain and was attracted by the battlefield atmosphere filled with slaughter and blood, actively descending into the most tragic battlefield in a certain part of the inner city.


    The soldiers of both sides, engrossed in their fierce battle, were unaware of the arrival of this semi-transparent dining table. Even when their fighting figures overlapped with the dining table, there was no impact. It seemed that its existence could not be observed by most of the warriors.


    Only when it landed steadily on the battlefield covered with corpses did it spontaneously begin to absorb the energy scattered around the battlefield, a certain obsession and thoughts left behind before the souls dissipated, and then transform into delicious dishes presented on the spacious dining table.


    Whenever a dish was completely formed, it would actively fly up from the dining table, and then find a battlefield where a certain number of Northern Alliance soldiers were gathered, turning into a powerful divine spell blessing, injecting it into the bodies of the Northern Alliance warriors on this battlefield.


    The powerful force merged into the bodies of the Northern warriors, who had been fighting fiercely for a long time and felt tired and scarred. Their physical strength and combat aura quickly recovered, and their decadent fighting spirit seemed to be revitalized, rising again as if they had been injected with chicken blood.


    Although they didn''t know what was happening to them, the well-trained Northern warriors seized the opportunity and launched a fierce offensive, catching the Elven army, which had been in a stalemate for a long time, off guard.


    Before the other side could adapt to the sudden increase in their combat power, a group of Elven warriors were cut down to the ground. The Elven army, already at a disadvantage, suffered a heavy blow. How could they compete with the Northern warriors? They were immediately slaughtered, throwing away their helmets and armor, and fleeing towards the deeper parts of the inner city.


    "You!!!"


    Helena, who had just completed a prayer spell, distorted her face, and a pair of phoenix eyes glared with fierce flames, trying to ignite the Bugbear.


    "You yourself said that I can imitate your behavior!"


    Allen was expressionless, and the heavy sword raised a golden light. The Saint-Slaying sword technique was now executed in his hands without any burden, and he instantly slashed the Silver Dragon, who had approached him, away. The remaining power of the sword also broke the Dragon Language magic it had cast.


    Lightly tapping the void beneath his feet, the amplified domain effect further increased Allen''s movement speed. The moment his voice faded, he had already flown to within fifty meters of Helena, unleashing the Instant Kill Sword. As he swung his sword, it shot out.


    Helena''s resentful gaze narrowed. She hadn''t expected this hobgoblin to have suppressed his strength during their long battle. The battle prowess he was now displaying was more than one or two levels stronger than before. Several layers of protective divine spells coalesced around the trajectory of the Instant Kill Sword technique. Her mouth didn''t hesitate to utter several magical syllables, activating the inherent magic of the numerous magical items on her body.


    Poof!!


    Poof poof!!!!


    The greater mental strength brought more precise control, and the changes in the battle domain made the blessings even stronger. Several protective divine spells shattered instantly before the Instant Kill Sword technique, but they also fulfilled their mission, exhausting the energy of the Instant Kill Sword technique.


    Before the halo of magical collision could dissipate, Allen''s figure suddenly pierced through the washing energy, tearing through it. The greatsword chopped straight down, forcefully striking at Helena, who was less than three meters away, with pure physical power.


    Poof!! Poof!!!!


    The last few protective spells, along with the female elf''s body, were cleaved apart by the greatsword. However, the sensation transmitted from the sword''s edge made Allen somewhat regretful. The figure before him was just a remnant left behind by the other party. Her real body had already disappeared from the current location through teleportation, and her aura reappeared a thousand meters away to his left.


    At this moment, the silver dragon Kenny once again charged to his front. A ball of azure ice flames cleared the way, covering the space dozens of meters around Allen. The dragon''s massive body swung forward, and its powerful dragon claws followed closely behind.


    Allen''s forward momentum didn''t diminish. After slightly circulating the divine power within his body, he twisted and charged upwards, soaring more than ten meters against the terrifying power of the ice flames. Then, he suddenly dove downwards in the opposite direction. The greatsword repeatedly slashed out dozens of times, warding off the surging dragon breath and protecting his body until he approached the dragon. Then, the greatsword exerted force again, sweeping horizontally, bravely and fearlessly colliding head-on with the dragon.


    Boom!!!!!


    The surging shockwave triggered a sonic boom, instantly expanding outwards. Soon, it impacted the soldiers on both sides who were fighting fiercely on the ground. Some warriors scattered on the periphery, unable to be affected by the knight''s domain, were immediately struck hard, their faces contorted, blood spurting from their mouths and noses, and they fell to the ground, dying. Obviously, they were implicated by the aftermath of the holy warriors'' fierce battle.


    With just one move, nearly a thousand soldiers from both sides lost their lives. The indifferent and ruthless Allen, although not caring about the deaths and injuries of these soldiers, immediately made a decision after a brief analysis in his mind with absolute rationality. He straightened up and chased after the female elf a thousand meters away.


    Seeing the hobgoblin abandon his companions and chase after her again, Helena was now unable to play petty tricks. While casting powerful divine spells, she floated towards the distance, obviously abandoning her actions to bless her compatriots on the ground battlefield with her own domain.


    After all, she had previously done so because she thought that the opponent''s mastery of the domain had not yet reached the point of independently stimulating divine authority. But the reality gave her a resounding slap. She hadn''t expected that this hobgoblin, who had been promoted to a holy warrior for less than two hundred years, could actually combine his own authority with the domain to stimulate a unique effect.


    Both of them could stimulate the divine authority domain to provide powerful blessings to their own camps. Then, the one who would ultimately benefit the most would inevitably be the side that occupied the advantage on the battlefield and had the largest population. If she stayed on the battlefield, it would instead put her side at a greater disadvantage. Leading the opponent away from the battlefield became the best choice.


    Allen had no objection to this. Whether or not the ground battlefield had the blessing of his divine authority domain, the result had already been determined. Instead, the fierce battle of the holy warriors might cause additional damage to the ground army, causing even greater losses to the more numerous Northern Territory soldiers, which was obviously undesirable.


    Just before leaving, Allen''s will projected an invisible dining table onto the ground battlefield. Divine power was injected to accelerate the formation of several dishes, blessing the soldiers of several legions. Only then did he dissolve the virtual existence of this dining table.


    Above the endless starry sky, a bright star was constantly drawing closer. After passing through the powerful and dazzling outer barrier, a vast battlefield god kingdom came into view. Countless creatures on the ancient battlefield were pouncing and killing each other endlessly. The solemn war aura spewed out, forming a tangible wolf smoke rising and flying towards a divine throne stacked with countless knives, guns, swords, and halberds in the sky above the battlefield.


    On the divine throne, a burly humanoid being, wearing blood-red plate armor covered with different knife and sword engravings, sat upright on it, one hand propping up the edge of the chair to support his helmeted chin, while admiring the bloody and cruel battlefield on the inverted ground with great interest.


    Beside him, a huge two-handed greatsword burning with immortal fire was inserted into the throne base, swaying and dancing with the wolf smoke floating in the sky, echoing each other. The flames occasionally transformed into the figures of powerful warriors. It was the famous artifact in both the mortal world and the divine realm¡ªthe Messenger of Strife.


    The heartstrings of Kampas, the God of War, who was admiring the ode to war, were suddenly plucked, as if something had been quietly stripped away from his god kingdom.


    "Hmm? Who is stealing my authority??"


    Having experienced tens of thousands of years, Kampas naturally had similar experiences long ago. He immediately vigilantly shifted his gaze away from the battlefield, and at the same time, the divine throne slowly returned to its normal direction, so that Kampas''s divine eyes could be cast into the real world.

 #1204 - Stealing Machine

    Above the firmament, though cloudless for ten thousand miles, thunder rumbled and gales raged.


    The strongest warrior in the Mansa Wilderness, the Kobold Saint Alan, traversed the sky, single-handedly facing two powerful Saint-level beings from the Elven Kingdom, with abundant resources and formidable methods, not losing ground in the slightest.


    The battlefield of the three combatants was not fixed; one moment they would appear tens of miles away, and the next they would be right in front of each other. No creature dared to linger and gaze from afar, fearing that they might be implicated and meet a disastrous end.


    However, at this moment, the movements and methods of the three powerhouses had become somewhat restrained, not because their bodies were weakened by the prolonged battle, but because they had unknowingly moved the battlefield to the skies above the Thorns Fortress, and wisps of rising smoke filled their nostrils.


    With a heavy sword slash, Alan cleaved away the silver dragon, whose size far exceeded his own, forcing it to slide back more than ten meters. Turning his head, Alan used the Ripple Step to tap the void, creating ripples in space, and his slender and agile figure rapidly approached the elven priest Helena, who was hundreds of meters away.


    As a priest, the combat skills and experience she displayed were very sophisticated, definitely no less than Feng Ke Luke, O''Neida, and other peak Saint-level beings within the Temple of Nature that Alan had fought before, earning Alan''s respect.


    Therefore, in the battle, Alan focused most of his attacks on this female elf, displaying all his honed combat skills, but still failing to subdue this powerful and devout follower of the Elven God-King.


    Of course, the other party was also unable to subdue Alan, even with the help of another Saint-level being.


    While fighting, Alan did not forget to cast his powerful mental threads towards the ground, observing the progress of the bloody battlefield on the earth.


    When he sensed that several breaches had been blasted open in the outer walls of the Thorns Fortress, and countless Northland warriors were striding forward with firm steps towards the interior of the city, Alan''s calm face became a little more animated.


    It seemed that this first war of invading the Elven Kingdom''s border would soon be decided.


    "... Hmm??"


    Just as Alan''s heart was stirring with some thoughts, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and immediately looked up at the elven priest who was dodging his pursuit and constantly chanting spells to cast divine magic.


    "Doesn''t your current behavior count as crossing the line???"


    After a long and fierce battle, Alan finally spoke again during the fight, reminding Helena of her little trick with an unfriendly tone.


    It turned out that just now, when Alan''s mental threads swept across the complex city of the Thorns Fortress, and passed through the most intense and tense inner city battlefield in the center of the fortress, he discovered that there was a powerful magical force in this battlefield, affecting both sides of the fight.


    And the source of this powerful magical force was none other than the elven Saint-level priest who was fighting and battling with him in the air¡ªHelena.


    Helena could expand her domain to cover a ten-mile radius centered on her body. At this time, during the process of the two sides moving and fighting, under the conscious guidance of the other party, the battlefield was transferred to the sky above the Thorns Fortress, which allowed Helena to project her domain onto the ground battlefield.


    As a strong contender for the next Holy Maiden of the Church of the Supreme Forest, Helena relied on her strong talent and devout faith to gain the favor of the Elven God-King Corellon, granting her the authority to borrow part of his divine authority and divine power.


    Being able to borrow the authority and divine power of serving the gods also meant that Helena''s domain, expanded with her Saint-level strength, possessed some kind of divine authority domain special effect, such as the elven army covered by the domain in the battlefield at her feet gaining healing, vitality, strength, and other blessings, and the priests and pastors belonging to the Church of the Supreme Forest being able to release divine magic with greater power and lower consumption in the domain, and so on...


    In a sense, Helena''s existence was equivalent to a legally existing terrestrial deity in the Feyman world. Although she might not be able to use divine authority, domain, and divine power as skillfully as a divine incarnation or projection, she also had her own advantages. She did not need to worry about being targeted and expelled by the will of the plane, and could freely exert her strength.


    However, from Alan''s perspective at this moment, what the other party was doing was obviously deviating from the relevant hidden rules that the powerhouses of the Temple of Nature had told him, regarding the actions of Saint-level beings.


    If it were not for the existence of these restrictions, which made Alan somewhat apprehensive, he would never have allowed his clansmen to fight on the battlefield while he remained indifferent.


    Even this battle with the two elven powerhouses, Alan had deliberately angered the other party to make them attack first, in order to avoid being seized by the other party and having them send more powerhouses from within their kingdom than from the wilderness to participate in the battlefield fighting of ordinary armies.


    "Do I cross the line? I didn''t participate in the war of mortals on the ground!!"


    Helena turned her head and smashed a powerful divine spell towards Alan, her eyes full of nonchalance. From her response, it was clear that she knew what Alan was dissatisfied with.


    However, in the eyes of the arrogant elven saints, those so-called potential rules targeting saint-level existences were more prepared for saints outside the five major god systems. As for the powerhouses belonging to the forces that formulated the rules, even if they slightly overstepped the rules, as long as it was not too excessive, there would be no problem.


    Just like now, Helena covered the battlefield with her own domain, adding the blessing of domain special effects to the elven army fighting on the ground, trying to reverse the elven army''s decline on the battlefield.


    "If you have the ability, you can imitate my approach!!"


    Helena raised her head slightly and said provocatively.


    Helena was actually also distressed in her heart. The kingdom and the church sent her and Kenny to the border fortress to sit in town, to prevent the Northland from taking advantage of the fire to rob and invade the kingdom''s border, and to prevent the same existence from possibly intervening in the battlefield. But when they saw that the powerful Elven Kingdom army was no match for the barbaric and ignorant army of the Northland, how could the proud and self-respecting elven saints endure the elven compatriots fighting to the death in front of them one by one?


    Although at their current status, the life and death of mortals were not valued by them, the powerful and elegant image that the elven race had established for tens of thousands of years was also something they wanted to continue to maintain.


    So Helena tried to find a way on the edge of this gray area of potential rules, and conveniently helped the elven army fighting on the ground.


    "Humph!!"


    Alan glared at this shameless elf with disdain in his tiger eyes, and with a backhand sweep of his heavy sword, he flung out dozens of golden blade lights, smashing a large area of frost ice arrows and ice cones behind him. The heavy sword Bone Cleaver continued to swing backward, just hitting a pair of dragon claws covered by frost. As sparse sparks rose, the heavy sword and the dragon claws and dragon tail intertwined one after another, and only after a dozen moves did they both fly away.


    At this time, a mass of golden light had already formed above Helena''s Divine Tome, turning into a beam of light that went straight for Alan''s chest.

 #358 - eclipse

    ¡°By order of the Duke, to preserve our strength and inflict greater damage on the enemy, our army will retreat 30 miles from now on and garrison at Maple Leaf Town.¡±


    The day after the Duke was invited by the King to the palace to discuss the war situation, an envoy, bearing Duke Angelo''s token, began to issue orders.


    General Adili, Duke Angelo''s deputy, was somewhat hesitant. This differed significantly from the defense plan the Duke had discussed with him earlier. Now, merely a royal messenger arriving with the Duke''s token was disrupting the battle lines they had painstakingly arranged, which seemed rather hasty.


    For a Legendary figure, a straight-line distance of just over two hundred miles was nothing; at most, it would take only a magical hour to return. If there were truly significant changes, Duke Angelo should have returned in person to hand over command and give instructions to Adili.


    However, although Adili felt something was amiss, the Duke was, after all, a Legendary, and he was going to Brightstream City, which was guarded by several Legendaries. If anything really happened, there should have been some indication.


    In the end, Adili still followed the envoy''s instructions. After receiving the Duke''s token, he began to withdraw the troops in an orderly manner.


    At the same time, the defending forces in several other directions also received the same orders. This, in turn, made Adili feel that the plan was feasible. If his judgment was correct and the decisive battle with the demon army was about to begin, then shrinking the defensive lines was indeed the most effective response.


    The reason for dispersing the forces in the past was to push the defensive lines forward and occupy more land so that enough food could be grown. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for their remnant army to persist for so many years.


    The movements of the demon army were somewhat surprising, and they couldn''t help but feel a bit wary. Faced with the large-scale retreat of the human army, the demons didn''t react at all, merely watching the movements on the human front with cold eyes, completely abandoning their previous frequent attacks.


    The more mysterious the opponent''s reaction, the more vigilant Adili and the other front-line commanders became. And under such a reaction from the demons, the instructions from the royal messengers became even more convincing. Perhaps the kingdom had its own channels to detect the demons'' movements, which was why they made this decision.


    White clouds dotted the sky. Even with the sun''s presence, it didn''t bring much warmth to this vast land. Instead, the melting ice in the wilderness lowered the temperature considerably.


    Suddenly, the sky seemed to dim a bit. Those with keen senses looked up. Although the sun was still dazzling, some people eventually noticed that a corner of the round sun had been bitten off by something and was gradually expanding.


    "It''s finally here!!"


    In the nameless valley, around Archduke Gul''dan, stood six demons exuding a bloody and fierce aura, arranged according to their strength and size. Among them was the tiefling mage who had originally guarded the valley.


    "Unseal the ice!! Prepare the summoning ritual!!"


    The reason the demons didn''t react when the human army retreated was that their commander had been summoned to this valley by Gul''dan, to complete the final and most important step of the plan entrusted to them by their great lord.


    The solid ice, under the hands of the tiefling mage and his subordinate spellcasting demons, slowly turned into turbid water, flowing out along the valley''s stream, stirring up waves of foul odor. Corpses that were not yet completely thawed flowed everywhere with ice chips and water, intercepted by teams of demons who had been waiting for a long time, and thrown into the slowly rotating obsidian magic circle that had begun to emit black smoke.


    "Whoosh!!!"


    The black pillar of light that soared into the sky, even hundreds of miles away, could be felt with its intense magical fluctuations. The sky seemed to have been split open by a weapon, revealing a hellish scene of lava and volcanic eruptions through the crack in the void.


    And in this purgatory world full of lava and flames, on the endless black land, terrifying demon figures were arranged in orderly formations, roaring to the sky, frantically waving their weapons and claws.


    With an extra finger on each hand, wearing a set of silver-bright chainmail, and a long cloak fluttering naturally behind him, the demon lord Graz''zt, the Dark Prince, was now looking up at the sky. Just like the sky in the Feywild, the dark sky of the 45th layer of the Abyss finally welcomed a ray of light, the light of the material world that had never appeared in the Abyss for tens of thousands of years.


    "My children, the time for blood and slaughter has come!!!"


    Greed flashed in Graz''zt''s eyes. For countless millennia, he had been plotting to drag the Feywild into the Abyss and make it another layer of his dominion. It was a pity that the Feywild was protected by countless powerful gods, and the strong plane''s barriers sheltered it. Every time he created chaos by striking at the followers developed in the Feywild, he was eventually discovered and suppressed by these gods, making all his plans come to naught.


    But who would have thought that one day, the native creatures and god''s followers of the Feywild would come to him, and actively create opportunities for him, providing materials and flesh for plane passage.


    Such a good opportunity was naturally what the Dark Prince sought. He could roughly guess what the other party''s plan was, but he didn''t care. He hoped to take this opportunity to drag the long-coveted Feywild into the endless Abyss and make it a new layer in the Abyss.


    Adding a new layer would naturally reward Graz''zt, the meritorious person, with the Abyss''s will. After gaining favor and increasing his strength, he would have the ability to challenge Demogorgon and seize his title and position as Demon Prince!!


    Of course, those guys in the material world who let the wolf into the house must also be aware of the evil intentions of this demon lord Graz''zt. While cooperating with him, they must also have methods to deal with Graz''zt. It was just that they still needed these guys now, so they allowed them to wreak havoc in the old lands of the Spring Country. Otherwise, with the human army accumulated by the Lionheart Kingdom, it would be enough to annihilate and suppress this demon rebellion.


    Each had their own plans and their own confidence. One after another, formations of tens of thousands of people disappeared into the pillar of light summoned by the flesh and blood altar. Graz''zt turned his head and faintly instructed the figures behind him: "This time, you go ahead. I will wait here for your good news. Collect enough flesh and blood and souls to summon me to the Feywild."


    "Of course, if you delay my affairs or let this plan fail, then you don''t need to come back!!"


    The faint words didn''t have many emotional changes, but the demon commanders, who knew Graz''zt''s character well, lowered their heads to express their determination: "Please rest assured, Your Highness, we will certainly not let you down!!"


    Yassas, the Drow commander of Hell, Avazi, the Giant Bull Demon, and Sasha, the Hell Human Warlock, were all demigod existences and Graz''zt''s most trusted subordinates. After solemnly expressing their determination to their lord, they stepped onto the flesh and blood altar without hesitation.


    Due to the influence of the solar eclipse, this time, using millions of human flesh and blood as sacrifices and materials, a full 700,000 elite demon troops were summoned from the 45th layer of the Abyss. In terms of strength, it was probably on par with, or even stronger than, all the demon armies sent to the Ferman world in the previous 5 years, because there were as many as 30 legendary powerhouses who set foot on the flesh and blood altar this time.


    Although the movement in the nameless valley could only affect a hundred miles in radius in terms of celestial phenomena, when the huge beam of light from the flesh and blood altar shot straight into the sky, stirring up waves of magical ripples, many powerhouses in Lionheart City, the capital of the Lionheart Kingdom thousands of miles away, and the Pope in the underground palace of the God of War, also noticed it, not to mention Mingxi City, the capital of the Spring Kingdom, which was even closer.


    "Hahaha, it''s here, it''s finally here!!!"


    Only two days had passed since the last night''s banquet to entertain several legends and the frontline generals of the country, but the appearance of the Mingxi City Palace had already undergone earth-shaking changes.


    The main buildings of the palace, built of marble, were covered with layers of bones. Before, you could occasionally see figures in the city, but now it was a real ghost town, with no trace of human habitation. Only in the east of the city, there was still a little dim and grand light, looming in this solar eclipse.


    Bones that seemed to be naturally formed in the palace were piled up layer by layer, constructing a bone gate in the center of the palace''s wide garden. Skulls were embedded on the gate, and there were intricate patterns.


    A crazy figure stood in front of the bone gate, unrestrained. At his feet, eight figures kneeling on the bones glared angrily. It turned out that they were the eight legendary powerhouses who participated in the banquet two days ago.


    "William, you old dog, I curse your soul to be embedded in the Wall of the Faithless for eternity, suffering endless torment."


    "William, why!! Why!!"


    The other kingdom leaders, along with the few servants and guards in the palace, had all become materials in this bone gate. Only these eight precious legendary powerhouses were left until now, until the solar eclipse began.


    No one had thought that King William, who had always been wise and benevolent in recent years, would make such a self-destructive move at the last moment. A night banquet not only captured several generals in his army, but also used the despicable means of adding Datura flower juice to the wine, and cooperated with the manpower brought by Wales to capture the eight legends in one fell swoop.


    Legends were not so easy to be captured alive. Their vigilance and various life-saving methods meant that even if they were schemed against, as long as they were given a chance, the situation would be different. It was a pity that King William and Wales had made full preparations for this capture. The magic circle maze that the kingdom rarely used, the tasteless and inconspicuous Datura flower juice, and the psychic control spells cast by Wales, finally accomplished this almost impossible thing.


    "Everyone, the destruction of my Spring Kingdom is inevitable. Can you feel the waves of grinding tides? That is the demons opening the flesh and blood altar, taking advantage of the solar eclipse to weaken the plane barriers, and summoning more demon armies to invade my Ferman world."


    "I am not reconciled. It is clear that all of this is not the fault of the millions of people in my Spring Kingdom, but just a conspiracy set up by those with ulterior motives who are trying to stir up the current balance in the Ferman world."


    "Since they dare to do things that collude with demons, then I have no scruples. I must avenge the millions of innocent people in my country who have died in vain, and I must also take a hard bite on those guys to avenge the extinction of my country''s millennium of national birthday."


    "However, relying on my remnant power from one person and one country is still a bit short, so I can only ask a few of you to help!!"


    "¡­ ¡­"


    Perhaps influenced by the remaining kindness in his heart, although King William''s eyes were full of madness at this time, he still did not forget to nag a few words to the legends kneeling in front of the bone gate.


    "Puff ~ ~ ~"


    "Your Majesty, time is very precious, we can''t waste it like this, can we?"


    Wales''s face was still exquisite, mostly still so graceful and luxurious, but the scepter in his hand suddenly turned into a murderous aura that took people''s lives. A sharp barb grew out of the end of the scepter, and as he gently pushed it forward, a legendary mage suddenly and simply lost his life.


    "Your Majesty, I, I can still help you kill the enemy... Spare me... Ah..."


    Casually, Wales''s scepter repeatedly tapped on the chests of the eight legends on the ground, easily reaping the lives of these strongest people in the Ferman world, leaving behind only a few pairs of eyes that were unwilling to die, full of hatred and vicious eyes, staring at Wales and King William.


    The bodies and blood of the legends themselves contained huge energy. As the blood flowing out of the piercing thorns permeated into the accumulated bones under their feet, the entire bone gate suddenly seemed to have life. The bones slowly wriggled, swallowing the eight corpses on the ground, and then eight crystal skulls emitting a faint light appeared on the gate that should have been more than ten meters high.


    "Creak!!!!"


    The bone-built gate slowly opened, and a deep and evil aura permeated from the gate. Just as a crack in the door opened, countless large hands stretched out from the crack, pushing, pulling, and dragging, trying to squeeze out of the door.


    "I have done what I should do, the rest is up to you, I will be watching you!!"


    King William looked at this terrifying scene without any fear, just staring at the graceful and polite blond man in front of him with his crazy eyes.


    "Your Majesty, rest assured, we devils value reputation and contracts the most. Since we have signed a contract with you, we will naturally not let you down."


    This terrifying building in front of him, constructed of accumulated bones, was a Gate to Hell, which had the same effect as the flesh and blood altar used by demons. Wales, who looked like a human, was actually a devil from the endless abyss.


    In things involving demons, how could there be no figure of devils, especially in this rich and colorful material world full of various desires, their existence was even more indispensable.


    I''m sorry, I''m not very satisfied with this chapter, but I don''t want to stop updating, so I can only send it out first, and I will correct it when I have time later.


    The weather is really too cold, I don¡¯t have the motivation to write, I will try to explode a few more days next week.

 #359 - Hells Gate

    Chapter 358: Gates of Hell


    In the deep and tranquil expanse of the endless starry sky, countless stars twinkled.


    It is said that the divine realms of the gods are hidden among these stars, or perhaps certain adjacent celestial bodies within the constellations form clusters, making them undetectable to mortals.


    Gods are powerful and eternally existent, but they are not invincible. Even within their own divine realms, they may encounter attacks from opposing deities, divine aberrations, or even demon lords¡ªentities of equal stature.


    Therefore, various divine systems cooperate in connected starfields, supporting each other and even constructing pantheons for daily communication and interaction.


    Of course, some deities are solitary or inherently cautious, distrusting other gods. They can also hide among the stars, carefully concealing the coordinates of their divine realms.


    At this moment, in the endless starry sky against the black backdrop, a celestial body, blending into the darkness without emitting any light or flame, is slowly approaching a star system composed of a dozen stars in the distance. When this celestial body reaches a certain distance from the star system, its pitch-black surface, which absorbs all light, suddenly bursts forth with intense, pure-white light, pulsating rhythmically.


    As if having detected the suddenly illuminated celestial body, the dozen or so brilliantly shining stars also echoed each other, their light waxing and waning in response.


    One star, in particular, stood out, not only because it was perfectly situated at the center of the constellation but also because its light was the brightest. The green hue, representing life and nature, made it resemble a dazzling green gem, exceptionally radiant.


    The green starlight transformed, continuously altering its shape as the solitary celestial body approached. Only when the celestial body neared the constellation did the true form of the green star reveal itself: a massive oak tree, its roots and branches extending and thriving in the starry sky.


    The oak tree seemed to have existed in this starfield since time immemorial. Its roots stretched outwards, plunging into the void and drawing upon the endless energy within. Within the layers upon layers of its canopy, each layer seemed to contain a world, faintly revealing scenes of nature.


    A point of light, shimmering from the oak tree''s trunk, trailed a long tail of light as it flew directly towards the approaching celestial body.


    It was a treant, bearing sparse foliage and a thick trunk, with the upper half of the trunk displaying the face of an ancient old man. Branches wrapped around to form its limbs, and a verdant emerald pupil in its brow radiated wisdom and tranquility.


    "Welcome, child of nature."


    The Father of the Oak, the core deity of the Temple of Nature, revealed his true form in this void to welcome the arrival of a new ally.


    "Thank you for your helping hand, Lord Sylvanus."


    A green-haired human woman with a charming expression, a face that shifted as naturally as the spring breeze, her private parts covered by garments woven from vibrant flower petals and green vines, and a floral crown adorning her head, slowly revealed her true form. She bowed slightly to the Father of the Oak, none other than Talu, the Goddess of Spring, who had originally concealed her divine realm among the stars.


    Talu''s body flickered in and out of existence, as if she might disappear at any moment. This was because her faithful, the foundation of her existence, were gradually dying, causing her to weaken with every ounce of faith energy she expended, until her divine flame, deprived of fuel and nourishment, was extinguished, plunging her into slumber.


    The constant decrease in the number of believers in the Spring Country also caused a sharp decline in the power of faith, the source of the deity''s strength, greatly diminishing Talu''s power. She was even forced to curtail the divine power used to conceal her divine realm. Now, if her divine realm were still hidden among the stars, and an opposing deity discovered its location, taking advantage of her weakened state to invade and attack, Talu''s danger would greatly increase. The consequences of her divine realm being breached and destroyed would be no less severe than the fall of a deity.


    Therefore, for the sake of her divine realm''s safety and her own, Talu brought her divine realm from the void where she had concealed herself and migrated towards the void of the Temple of Nature. At the very least, the Goddess of Spring and the Temple of Nature were allies, making them more trustworthy to Talu than other deities.


    "You and I are both part of nature. This invasion of demons is a disaster for the Feyman World. If your faithful hadn''t persevered until now, the Feyman World would have suffered even greater losses."


    "If we''re talking about gratitude, we should be expressing our thanks to you."


    Among the stars, figures slowly revealed themselves, smiling kindly as they bowed to Talu, each figure representing a deity''s true form, allies gathered together to uphold the belief in the balance of nature.


    "Your divine realm can stay in this starfield. With all of us here, we won''t allow those who covet you to pose any threat to you."


    "The wilderness tribes have already begun their counterattack. Once the demons on the Centaur Plains have been wiped out, we will lead the allied forces south to help you rebuild the Spring Country. By then, you can redevelop your believers and establish your church."


    "Thank you again, Your Highness."


    Faced with Sylvanus''s friendly and calm statement, Talu couldn''t help but express her gratitude once more. Deities are never emotionless beings; they also possess their own desires and pursuits and will naturally feel grateful to those who help them from the bottom of their hearts.


    "Welcome to the fold, Avatar of Spring¡­"


    Only scholars who constantly observed celestial phenomena would notice that a relatively dim new star had suddenly appeared in the constellation belt representing nature in the night sky. Aside from them, few would pay attention to the changes in any particular star among the countless stars.


    Above Mingxi City, as the solar eclipse enveloped the land, plunging it into darkness during the height of the sun, a cloud of ink-black smoke rose from the palace, quickly sweeping across the sky, soon occupying the space of over a hundred miles.


    On the ground, the originally peaceful Spring Country''s encampment had 36 magic arrays, newly built in the past six months, autonomously activated without anyone controlling them, emitting a strange and mysterious red light that echoed the unknown black smoke in the sky. Beams of light shot into the sky, forming a giant magical web.


    "Roar!!!"


    "Ah, so hungry, I''m so hungry!!!"


    "It''s all your fault¡­ It''s all your fault¡­ Give me back my child''s life¡­"


    Within the web, under the radiation of the dark-red light, the eyes of the humans turned strange. Some stared blankly at the empty air before them, then slowly took off their clothes, committing indecent acts in public while moaning. Some had bloodshot eyes, frantically waving their weapons, slashing at any figure that appeared before them, eventually letting out ferocious cries as if the figure before them were their mortal enemy. Others grabbed dirt, branches, tables, chairs, and even excrement from the ground, constantly gnawing and chewing, like starving ghosts¡­


    "Big brother, what''s wrong with you? Wake up!!"


    "I''m Jayn, big brother, stop it!!"


    Of course, there were still some humans who remained conscious. They wielded their weapons to fend off the suddenly frenzied companions around them while trying to awaken their wills. The sudden change initially caused great losses. Hundreds of thousands of human civilians and soldiers suffered over 50,000 casualties in a short period. The more deaths and injuries there were, the deeper the red light emitted by the thirty-six magic arrays became. Then, many of the humans with clear eyes gradually became dazed, their expressions turning manic.


    If someone could peel back the black clouds at this moment and look down upon the pattern formed by the 36 magic arrays, they would undoubtedly recognize the design of a six-pointed star array at a glance. Unfortunately, the legendary powerhouses of the Spring Country, who were originally capable of soaring into the sky, were nowhere to be seen. Occasionally, high-level mages would fly across the sky, but they could only wander aimlessly within this hundred-mile radius of isolated space, struggling mindlessly while fending off attacks from the ground.


    The Spring Temple, blessed by divine grace, was probably the only relatively safe place at this time. The vessel prepared for the descent of the Spring Goddess''s will had long been damaged and rendered unusable more than two years ago. Currently, the strongest individuals in the temple were High Priest Yayer, a demigod, and Hannes, the commander of the Temple Knight Order. Originally, the church had three legendary powerhouses, but all of them had exchanged blows with opposing demon powerhouses in the past five years of fighting and died on the battlefield.


    The temple itself was a magic array, and with the blessing of the Spring Goddess''s divine grace, a sturdy defense had been erected since the royal city suddenly sealed the temple with a magic lock two days ago, firmly protecting the three hundred members within the temple.


    The sacred, emerald-green light dispelled the surrounding black clouds and blocked the eerie, dark-red light outside the shield.


    The scepter in High Priest Yayer''s hand was a vine with several delicate flowers blooming on it. The fact that such a burly man held it in his arms made him appear somewhat effeminate. To his left, Hannes, the commander of the Temple Knight Order, stared intently at the stained glass window. Although his eyes could not clearly see the scene outside the temple, his legendary-level keen spiritual power could sense the surging magic power emanating from outside the temple''s magic array.


    "It seems that His Majesty, our King, has made a deal with the devils of Hell, intending to use the entire royal city as a sacrifice to open the Gates of Hell!"


    As the Spring Goddess''s envoy on earth, Yayer could directly communicate with the Spring Goddess and listen to the goddess''s instructions. If one were to ask what plans the goddess had after the Demon Tide, High Priest Yayer was probably the most knowledgeable about the inside story.


    Yayer was not without precautions against the William royal family in the royal palace. As someone who knew the inside story, Yayer had never left the temple, even during the most intense and dangerous times of the war, largely to monitor the royal palace. If Yayer discovered that the king in the royal palace was giving up resistance or had any contact with demons, he would use his demigod status to directly expel the royal family from this last refuge for the people of the Spring Country.


    However, things were unpredictable. Yayer focused more of his energy on monitoring the demons, which gave those demon followers, who were most skilled in conspiracy and trickery, the opportunity to contact the royal family.


    By the time Yayer realized something was wrong, the royal family had already taken the lead in activating the magic lock, which had been painstakingly built over thousands of years. The powerful magic barrier directly trapped the two powerhouses in the temple. Even with his powerful demigod strength, Yayer had no way to open this barrier in a short period of time; the fastest he could do it would be in half a month.


    The barrier not only restricted Yayer and the others'' movements, but also severed his connection with the Spring Goddess, preventing him from informing the goddess in the divine kingdom of the situation and preventing him from obtaining the goddess''s help.


    "Prepare for battle. It seems that this barrier will open on its own before long!"


    Yayer''s will was firm. As the goddess''s most devout believer, he was never afraid of death.


    "However, Hannes, you have an even more important task. Select a group of seeds from among the children behind us and send them to the secret passage in the underground. After the magic lock closes, they will be able to escape from Mingxi City."


    "Our deaths are not a pity, but the goddess''s faith must not be cut off. In the future, the goddess will still need them to assist in rebuilding my Spring Church."


    Yayer was well aware that with the William royal family''s betrayal, the goddess''s status and authority would also suffer a major blow. More seriously, she might even fall into a deep sleep due to the loss of faith, and divine demise was not impossible.


    The three hundred or so church members who were still in the temple were the last sparks of the Spring Church. If they all perished in the temple, then the Spring Church would lose the power to continue, and there would be no opportunity to re-absorb believers for the goddess.


    "Understood! I will go and do it now!"


    Hannes had a face full of thick stubble, which made him look bold and generous, but in reality, he was very meticulous. When the black clouds and dark red light pillars appeared outside the temple, he already knew that things were developing in an unstoppable and dangerous direction. Even without Yayer''s arrangement, he was prepared to select an elite team of clergy and send them to the underground passage.


    In the royal palace, the Gates of Hell were completely opened. Squads of neatly arranged devils, wearing various bright equipment, walked out of the gate in an orderly fashion. They did not linger in this garden, but directly charged towards the outside of the royal palace.


    Thump! Thump! Thump!


    A rhythmic tremor came from the ground. A pair of thick hands suddenly stretched out from the white bone gate that was more than ten meters high. Before even seeing the complete figure, William, the king of a mere mortal, could not withstand the powerful pressure of the owner of the large hands. Just as his legs were about to give way and he was about to fall to the ground, Wales flashed behind him and easily supported him.


    The bone-constructed door frame trembled constantly, and a lot of bone fragments rustled and fell. Cracks began to appear on the main body of the gate, as if it could not withstand the backlash force brought by the owner of the large hands crossing the void.


    In mid-air, the thirty-six dark-red light pillars seemed to have noticed the changes in the central position and showered down even more intense light. At the same time, the magic arrays of the light pillars, including the blood beads and souls that had flown over from some unknown place above and were originally slowly melting in the light, now separated a part and directly drew out blood lines from the air, connecting and outlining each other, creating a complete six-pointed star out of thin air, and finally converging in front of the White Bone Gate, merging into it.


    The increasingly large cracks on the door frame had now gained new power, and finally regained stability. Although it could not be restored to its original state, the destruction and new life had reached a balance, enough to allow the owner of the large hands inside the door frame to slowly walk out of the gate.


    A pair of complete arms appeared¡­ a shoulder squeezed out¡­ a big foot stepped out of the gate¡­


    Every time the figure inside the gate squeezed further into the Feyman world, the black clouds in the sky seemed to have a life of their own, rolling and surging even more violently, as if cheering for its master. It was not until two magic hours had passed that only the head of the demon remained to cross the passage of the Gates of Hell.


    The demon, who had crossed most of his body, had orange-red skin and a body like a giant. The Gates of Hell, which were more than ten meters high, were shorter than him. In his large hands, which were holding the door frame to exert force, he also held a long whip. The long, jagged barbs on the whip would make anyone believe that when it was whipped on the body, it would directly tear the person to pieces.


    At the last moment, as the other party''s huge beast head stretched out from the Gates of Hell, the large head with several long horns roared and roared up to the sky, proclaiming his arrival.


    "Roar!!!!!"


    The black clouds in the sky rolled and surged, like the sea in a typhoon, setting off dozens of feet of cloud waves.


    "Fear, lambs of the Feyman world!"

 #360 - Duke of Hell

    Chapter 359: Hell Duke


    In the nameless valley, the demon army was gathering. When the three towering figures appeared in the valley, the surrounding noisy environment suddenly fell silent. Even the insects and birds seemed to sense a powerful natural enemy, frantically burrowing into the ground.


    Drow General Asas was only one step away from entering the Saint realm. Coupled with his cunning and cruel nature, he became the commander of this expedition to the world of Ferman. As a Drow, his skin was dark, but his face was handsome. It was a pity that after years of fighting in the abyss, a deep scar appeared on the right side of his handsome face.


    The giant bull demon Avazi wore heavy armor, and his exaggerated giant axe was propped on the ground. He kept tapping the ground with his hand. Under his seemingly simple and honest face, his eyes revealed a red light, and white air spewed from his nostrils.


    Like Asas, the human sorceress Sasha, who had the blood of purgatory, had charming eyes. She leaned on Asas''s shoulder, allowing Asas''s restless hands to wander over her sensitive spots. From time to time, she would let out a silly smile. But if anyone thought she was harmless, she would let them feel what purgatory was like.


    "Huh??"


    Asas stood in front of the flesh and blood altar, watching the chaotic crowd of demons walking out. His keen mental power seemed to sense something. He raised his head and looked westward into the dark land shrouded in the solar eclipse. On the horizon, a group of dark red light was shining, and the magic power was stirring and becoming chaotic.


    "It seems that our old friends are about to appear!!"


    The Abyss Blood War has lasted for countless years. Asas, Avazi, and the other three demons have also fought in the Blood War for hundreds of years, and were lucky enough to survive. Demons are naturally at odds with devils. As long as the two sides appear at the same time, they don''t need anyone to provoke them. The two sides can fight fiercely and tragically on the spot until one side is completely eliminated.


    But this time, Asas and the others obviously had no intention of meeting the devils. Although they had already noticed the other party''s movements, he did not intend to take advantage of the other party''s unstable footing to send a large army to attack the devil''s army.


    "Pass down my order, let the armies besieging Bright Creek City and attacking the Centaur Grassland all retreat!!"


    Asas''s eyes were full of ambition. If he could complete the mission assigned by His Highness this time, then the shackles that had troubled him for many years would probably be broken with His Highness''s help.


    It was precisely because he knew the old enemy, the devils, too well that Asas could not invest his limited army in meaningless fights. This would only benefit the prey in the material world.


    "Yes, General!!"


    Although both were demigods, Gul''dan, the demigod, was not as strong as the half-drow hybrid in front of him, nor was his position in the Dark Lord''s heart as high.


    "What? Just watch those cunning guys snatch our prey?"


    Sasha, who was leaning on Asas, made a captivating and soul-stirring voice, causing a group of demons around to keep swallowing their saliva, their eyes unable to resist secretly glancing at the exposed and charming figure.


    Faced with the demons'' peeping, Sasha not only did not glare, but instead lightly stroked the pair of snow peaks in front of her chest with great interest, revealing their beauty while half-covered.


    "That group of dirty bastards will emerge, as His Highness expected. So when I came to this material world, His Highness had already instructed me."


    "The most important thing now is to collect more flesh and blood, summon more troops to the material world, and completely occupy this world, then pull it into the abyss and make it the fourth dominion of the Lord."


    "Those humans are not trustworthy. Before, His Highness was dealing with them, but it was just to delay time and assemble our army for the expedition."


    "His Highness''s purpose has been achieved, and we no longer need to sacrifice our warriors for those humans. Let the humans and those bastards fight each other!!"


    "We are going to the east to conquer the so-called Beastman Empire!!!"


    Asas was full of ambition. The million-strong demon army under his command was his confidence. As long as he could achieve war by war, relying on the demons'' powerful combat power and cruel nature, he firmly believed that defeating and annexing a mere Beastman Empire was not a difficult task.


    The only thing to worry about was probably the Beastman God System behind the Beastman Empire.


    However, His Highness had already prepared for the gods behind the Beastman Empire. As long as he could collect enough flesh and blood again, he could summon Ambassador Vian and Marshal Ebruen to the material world. At that time, the two adults with at least the strength of gods would definitely be able to lead the demon army to kill the saints of the Beastman gods and turn the many people of the Beastman Empire into food and materials for their demon army.


    Almost at the moment when the Devil Duke walked out of the Gate of Hell, in the starry sky that had returned to sight due to the solar eclipse, after a few starlight caves, the high priest and high priests of the Manta City Nature God''s Temple, which was closest to Bright Creek City, suddenly heard a majestic and solemn voice in their ears: "Go south!!! Support the Spring Country!!"


    "The devils from the abyss have revealed their claws, and the vanguard has already descended on Bright Creek City!!"


    Oak Temple Commander Noding, Ranger Goddess Temple High Priest Abel, and others were shocked when they heard this oracle. The demon army that had invaded the world of Ferman had not yet been wiped out, and now a devil vanguard legion had emerged. Both were evil forces coveting the material world, but the threat of devils was even greater than that of demons.


    Although the demons seemed to be large in scale, in reality they only had scale but no complete military formation. Battlefield fighting relied more on their crazy temperament and individual bravery. The devil''s legions have always been the top legions in the myriad planes. They fought with demons who owned hundreds of planes with only nine planes of territory. They fought for tens of thousands of years, and the demons still have no way to deal with the devils, which is enough to show the devils'' power, especially when they form a legion.


    "Go find the Lord of Manta City and convene a meeting!!!''


    Several majestic voices were passed down, and Manta City finally took action.


    Of course, everyone knew that the so-called support for the Spring Country was just to comfort the Goddess of Spring. When more detailed information was passed to the representatives of the member tribes of Manta City, everyone already understood that the Spring Country would no longer exist.


    However, the arrival of the Devil Legion became the last straw that broke the self-interest of the Wilderness Tribe members. Unlike Allen and the others, who were stupid and shallow, the strong men of the Wilderness Official Tribe had dealt with demons and devils a lot. They knew the power and destructive power of these two abyss races very well, but the self-preservation of each family drove them to act slowly in the wilderness for several years, and they could not help the Centaur Grassland to take down the demon army that was not too strong.


    In the inner city of Thorn Castle, the towering giant tree was radiating a warm and heart-warming light. Under the witness of countless residents in the castle, the body of the War Ancient Tree Besmer was shrinking and condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The priests and deacons in the Temple of the Oak Father, which originally used the ancient tree as the main body of the temple, showed a bit of panic, but then, under the comfort of the main priest of the temple, they regained their normal expressions and cast soothing spells on the surrounding ignorant believers in an intimate and friendly manner.


    When the light on the ancient tree gradually faded, the ceiling above the temple, constructed from the octopus-like roots of the ancient tree, disappeared, replaced by a faint, translucent shield.


    The War Ancient Tree transformed into a 5-6 meter tall treant, its branches forming a hand that now held a brown wooden staff, its eyes gazing southward with a deep, simple earnestness.


    ¡°Homir, I must now head south. The safety of the temple is entrusted to you.¡±


    Besilmer was originally grown from an acorn propagated by Silvanus, the Father of Oak Trees himself. Therefore, from the moment of his birth, he was an avatar of the Father of Oak Trees in the material world. However, to remain in the material world, Besilmer''s strength and will were maintained at the demigod level. If he were to advance even one step further, Besilmer could naturally ignite the divine fire and become the lowest-level deity without any special effort.


    ¡°Understood, Your Excellency!¡±


    The troll Homir had already found his path to becoming a legend. Now, having finally broken through his physical limits, he ultimately ascended to legend seven years ago. He was also the only legendary powerhouse of the Oak Church in Thornsburg. Previously, with Besilmer, the avatar of a deity, stationed there, most of the powerhouses and knight order members of the Temple of Nature in Thornsburg were transferred to the wilderness city of Mansa.


    With Besilmer now changing form and preparing to head south for support, it meant that the strength of the Temple of Nature in Thornsburg would be at its weakest in thousands of years.


    ¡°If¡­¡±


    A pair of eyes that grew from Besilmer''s trunk shone with wisdom. His expression was somewhat hesitant as if he wanted to offer a reminder, but then he made up his mind.


    ¡°I am leaving!¡±


    In the end, Besilmer still felt that things shouldn''t be that bad. He didn''t voice his inner concerns, waved the staff in his hand, and soared into the air, directly ignoring the flight restrictions of the Thornsburg city district, disappearing into the southern sky in an instant.


    Not only did Besilmer quickly head south, but the remaining forces from several temples of the Nature Domain in Thornsburg were also mobilized, closely following Besilmer''s figure southward, showing how great the impact of this demon''s appearance was on the overall situation.


    ¡°Hahahaha!!!¡±


    The former lord of the sixth layer of Hell, Duke Moloch, now like a stray dog, stood in the Mingxi City palace garden with his orange-red, oversized feet. Sparks gradually rose from the ground, a manifestation of the power of Moloch''s fire domain, protecting him.


    The rebellion that once swept through Hell had Moloch as its primary figure, ending in failure. He was replaced as the lord of the sixth layer by his former advisor and consort, the Night Hag Malagarde. The rebellion was, in fact, a work of Asmodeus, the ruler of the Nine Hells, to pass the time. From the beginning, there was no chance of success. When Moloch understood all of this, it was already too late. In the end, he could only hide and wander between the nine layers of Hell, slowly gathering his forces, attempting to rise again.


    This time, to invade the Fayman World, the Lord of Hell, Asmodeus, suddenly approached Moloch, offering to help him regain his position as the lord of the sixth layer in exchange for Moloch passing through the Gate of Hell into the material world, completely stirring up the muddy waters of the material realm.


    It should be known that Moloch''s strength itself is equivalent to a deity. Although crossing the Fayman World''s plane barrier suppresses him, limiting him to wielding only the weak divine power of a deity who has just ignited the divine fire, this is already enough to plunge the Fayman World into endless disaster.


    This is also the fundamental reason why the deities of the Nature Domain, after overlooking and perceiving Moloch''s arrival from their divine star bodies, immediately issued divine mandates and mobilized the few remaining legendary powerhouses above in Thornsburg to quickly head south.


    Repelled by the will of the plane, the deities who ascend from the Fayman World cannot stay in the material world for long. From the moment they ignite the divine fire and ascend the throne, the will of the plane begins to exert force to repel these beings who would bring great harm and threat to the world itself. Each day, the rejection force on the deity''s body becomes stronger, and after no more than two years, the deity will enter the endless void, unable to resist the plane''s rejection, and establish their own divine kingdom.


    And powerful individuals like Moloch, who possess strength equivalent to a deity, only possess domain power, and their spiritual world lacks the true presence of the divine fire. Therefore, although the will of the plane still rejects them, as long as Moloch does not continuously use his domain power for a long time, they can remain active in the material world for a long time, unless they are expelled or killed by the strong individuals of this world.


    The thirty-six hexagram formations that connect human emotions and desires, the dark red pillars of light soaring into the sky, became increasingly thin. The blood that flowed and surged like liquid in the pillars of light now only remained as thin blood mist; the countless miserable screams, painful wails, and souls that once filled the area had lost their vitality and power. Each spiritual body was slowly and steadily disappearing, and it wouldn''t be long before there was no trace of their existence.


    Hundreds of thousands of Spring Country survivors, who had persisted for years, ultimately became the nourishment for the Gate of Hell during three days and three nights of slaughter. With so many human souls and blood strengthening it, the number of demon legions crossing through the Gate of Hell had already exceeded three hundred thousand.


    Compared to the demons, who are inherently ferocious and insane and focus more energy on slaughter, the devils, with their strict hierarchical system, have developed Gates of Hell that are several times more advanced in terms of magical effects and energy utilization than the flesh altars that can only devour flesh and blood. This is why they only needed the hundreds of thousands of residents of the Mingxi City defense line to maintain the energy needed for the 300,000-strong demon army to cross the Gate of Hell.


    ¡°Your Majesty King William, please enjoy the first battle of revenge that we have prepared for you!¡±


    Although Moloch was a Duke of Hell, he was very peaceful when facing William XVI, who was merely a mortal human, without the arrogance of a strong individual.


    ¡°Thank you!¡±


    King William''s eyes were dim. He was well aware that from now on, there would be no Spring Country, nor would he exist as a king.


    The motivation that still allowed William to persevere was the legion of devils from the Nine Hells before him, carrying his hatred, to take revenge on the enemies who had caused the current tragic state of the Spring Country.


    ¡°Boom!!¡±


    The King City''s magic lock, with its magic power exhausted, finally released its blockade on the Spring Church''s temple. However, before High Priest Yaye could touch the magic array of the temple itself, a pair of huge palms slammed fiercely on the shield of the array, causing the temple building, the main body of the array, to shake violently, teetering on the verge of collapse.


    ¡°What a tough tortoise shell!¡±


    Moloch shook his head in dissatisfaction, lamenting his failed attack. However, as he lamented, a long whip suddenly appeared in his hand, lashing out fiercely, mercilessly ravaging the tottering magic array.


    Starting tomorrow, I will resume updating with more than six thousand words, and there may be outbreaks at any time!!

 #361 - Ive asked for leave.

No update today, sorry!!!

 #362 - Fight

    Thump!!!


    The powerful demigod Holy Warrior Hannes was casually thrown to the ground, his body almost broken and twisted at the waist, indicating that even as a demigod with a strong physique and tenacious vitality, he had essentially no hope of surviving such severe injuries.


    In his head, which hung limply on his neck, Hannes''s tiger eyes remained open until his death, glaring angrily at the devil duke with the invincible orange-red skin in front of him.


    On the other side, High Priest Yayer, holding the holy artifact Springheart, desperately squeezed out his meager mana and mental power, casting divine spells on himself or turning them into powerful spells, bombarding the opponent in front of him.


    Unfortunately, they were facing a devil duke powerful enough to rival a god. The two demigods, along with more than three hundred temple priests and holy warriors, fought for two or three magic hours, only managing to inflict some injuries on Moloch and expend some of his abyssal power.


    Like a raging black flame, Moloch, standing in the ruins with his orange-red skin, looked particularly fierce and powerful. The surrounding walls and ruins were covered with blood and minced meat, all that remained of the Spring Temple''s brave, fearless, and loyal priests and holy warriors.


    Crack!!!


    Thump!


    Ignoring the 5th and 6th level divine spell shields on Yayer''s body, Moloch''s demigod-level ''Tearing Tail'' long whip, crafted with countless precious resources, directly wrapped around Yayer''s body, and with a casual pull, Yayer was slammed hard onto the ground.


    The green divine light emanating from Springheart in Yayer''s hand had already dimmed, slowly nourishing the severe injuries within Yayer''s body. If it weren''t for this artifact, he would have followed in Hannes''s footsteps long ago. Struggling to climb up from the deep ground, Yayer was about to muster his last bit of strength to show his loyalty to the Goddess of Spring in the form of self-destruction when a darkness enveloped the top of Yayer''s head. Moloch''s huge mountain-like body pressed down fiercely, and then Yayer made no further movements.


    "Take these guys'' corpses back, can''t let them go to waste!!"


    Moloch patted the dust off his body, his wounds healing at a visible rate. The two demigods were not weak, and with the support of precious scrolls and materials accumulated by the Spring Temple over thousands of years, it took Moloch until now to end the battle, which, in Moloch''s opinion, was somewhat frustrating.


    Taking his anger out on the two lifeless corpses with a few fierce kicks, Moloch collected the spoils from their bodies before speaking, pointing to the remains of the temple that no longer resembled its original form, and instructing the devil army commanders who solemnly surrounded the temple.


    "Yes, Duke Moloch!"


    A burly Baalzebul commander named Fyodor responded expressionlessly, then waved his hand, signaling the next team of devil soldiers to enter the field and begin cleaning up the battlefield.


    "Are all the legions assembled?"


    "Yes."


    "Very good, issue the attack order, target the Lionheart Kingdom in the west!!"


    "Understood!!"


    The well-trained 300,000-strong devil army, having just completed its assembly, heard the attack order from above. Without any hesitation, the soldiers in the devil legions, as if a single entity, maintained their complete battle formations and advanced along the western front where demons still lingered, their eyes devoid of any emotion.


    As if by tacit agreement between demons and devils, they had fought and slaughtered each other for countless years in the Abyss, but upon arriving in the material world, the leaders of the two armies avoided each other''s main forces and advanced in opposite directions.


    From the sky, the devil legions'' squares were neat and uniform, seemingly slow but actually moving quickly towards the Lionheart Kingdom''s territory. The first to suffer were the scattered demon soldiers who had not had time to heed their commanders'' orders and were now idly loafing and rampaging on their original territories.


    In terms of individual strength, the difference between demons and devils was limited, but when large-scale battles between armies broke out, then an equal number of demons were generally no match for the devil legions, except for a few elite legions within the demon army.


    No one could stop the advance of the devil legions. After only six days, the devil legions directly crashed into the Lionheart Kingdom''s eastern front at the Bulwark Fortress.


    The human coalition had already learned of the devils'' appearance in the Fayman World from the divine revelations of their respective gods when the Gate to Hell summoned Duke Moloch in Mingxi City, and they had also made preparations to defend against the devil legions'' attack at the first opportunity.


    "Form ranks!!!"


    Human armies had always been known for their strict discipline and rigorous training. While the quality of soldiers in other civilizations'' armies was generally higher, the average strength of human soldiers often did not even reach the 7th level standard, mostly only maintaining around the 5th level. Yet, they were able to dominate the Hiren Continent and become the most powerful of the four civilizations, relying on their numbers, discipline, and outstanding armaments and strategies.


    Outside Bulwark Fortress, hundreds of thousands of soldiers stood ready in the dozens of miles of defensive lines, quietly standing under the dark clouds, facing the dark and silent devil legion squares in front of them.


    "Attack!!!"


    "I want to see my warriors standing on the walls of the fortress in front before nightfall!!"


    Facing the human army''s vast numbers, Moloch''s eyes were contemptuous and full of confidence, and he used his powerful strength to issue a grand attack order. As Moloch''s order fell, the warriors in each square of the devil legions began to launch a fierce charge.


    Not a single devil fell behind in the charge, and even as their pace accelerated to a certain extent, they still maintained a roughly complete formation; not a single sound of chaos was heard, except for the rhythmic and slightly chaotic running footsteps, not a single devil roared or clamored.


    On the walls of Bulwark Fortress, General Ackerman Wilson of the Kingdom of Dawn, the vanguard general of the human coalition, looked out at the enemy in front of him, his eyes solemn and occasionally clouded, like the scene in the sky at this time.


    The appearance of the devils was too sudden. The main focus of the Lionheart Kingdom''s defensive lines was more on the demons. Although these generals were clear that the demons were currently in a cooperative relationship with them, sooner or later the demons would launch an attack on them, or rather, they humans would launch a counterattack against the demons.


    Faced with the demons, human generals like Ackerman were wary, but they also had great confidence in being able to withstand the demons'' offensive with the troops in their hands. But after switching to the devil legions, Ackerman no longer had such strong faith, even though the total strength of the devil legions at this time was perhaps not much different from the demon army that had been stationed on the front lines of the Lionheart Kingdom half a month ago.


    "Siege crossbows!!! Prepare!!!"


    "Catapults!!!"


    "Fire!!!"


    In the already gloomy sky, a group of foreign objects suddenly appeared. A rain of flying stones and arrows, aided by powerful machinery, cut through the air with terrifying shrieks, smashing into the first wave of devil legions in front.


    "Get lost!!!!!"


    In mid-air, mountain-like figures appeared. A dozen powerful pit fiend legendary-level experts suddenly appeared in front of the devil legion squares, blocking most of the flying stones and arrows. The powerful catapulted arrows could not even break through the defenses in front of the legendary-level experts, especially the pit fiend Duke Moloch, who stood proudly in the air at the very front, holding a long whip in his hand, and no catapult or crossbow bolt could get near him.


    Moloch merely roared, and the powerful energy turned into sound waves, stirring up a huge wave of air in front of him, directly blocking the countless catapults and arrows that were shooting towards him, and then reflecting them back at an even faster speed, falling into the human legion squares around Bulwark Fortress, causing bursts of exclamations and wails.


    A few of the flying stones fell into the devil legions, and many unlucky devils fell headfirst to the ground, immediately disappearing under the unwavering footsteps of the devils behind them.


    "Swish!!"


    Moloch had no awareness of being a strongman. After blocking the first wave of ranged attacks in front of him, he directly flew through the air towards the human positions in front, preparing to personally eliminate alchemical items such as siege crossbows and catapults, which posed the greatest threat to the devil legions.


    "Moloch, you stinky fellow, why aren''t you staying in Hell and running to my Fayman World to join in the fun? Could it be that you''re tired of living and looking for death?"


    "Perfect, I don''t have the corpse of a devil duke-level expert in my collection yet, so I''ll use you to make up the numbers today!!"


    An Ice Strike was directly smashed in front of Moloch''s flight path. The sky, which was only air, directly showed a slight white mist in a radius of dozens of meters because of this powerful spell. Moloch''s tall body only slightly touched this area, and ice crystals began to spread from the position of his feet to his body.


    Moloch''s body shook, and a fire shield surrounded him up, down, left, and right out of thin air, firmly protecting him while also dispelling the freezing effect of the Ice Strike.


    "Tsk tsk tsk, I was just saying that the humans are all cowards, but it seems that there are still some fearless bugs!!"


    Moloch sneered. The figure of a human mage suddenly appeared a hundred meters away. Intense magical fluctuations surrounded him, and a dazzling spell was slowly forming, aimed squarely at Moloch himself.


    Although he knew the other party''s words were just to provoke him, to make him change his attack direction, Moloch still decisively abandoned his previous plan and swung his whip at the human mage far ahead. The whip''s body extended infinitely until it approached the location of the human mage''s figure, and the whip shadow transformed into a venomous snake, sweeping towards the human mage.


    Poof!


    The human mage''s figure offered no resistance. Under Moloch''s whip, it instantly turned into an illusion. However, the spell from his staff was as real as could be, shooting straight towards Moloch.


    Boom!


    Half the sky was enveloped in electric snakes, lightning spreading through the air. Many electric snakes struck the ground, bringing the light of judgment to the countless charging devils, turning them into ashes and charred corpses in the powerful lightning storm. Moloch, as the main target of the legendary spell Thunderous Wrath, bore the brunt of the spell''s power. His massive body was directly engulfed by the spell, completely out of sight. It wasn''t until two or three breaths later that he emerged from the boundless electric light, looking disheveled. His red chainmail was covered in countless black ashes, and his orange-red body had gained a few patches of black and a burnt smell.


    "Jie jie jie, you human insect, you have truly angered me!!"


    Moloch''s figure disappeared into the sky before his voice even faded. When he reappeared, he was already hundreds of meters away, right in front of Edward, the human demigod mage.


    Swish!!!!


    The whip shadows surged, ice shards scattering. The two powerhouses constantly shifted their positions in the sky, while powerful spells and whip techniques blanketed the sky. The aftershocks continuously battered the ground where the warriors of both sides were already engaged, bringing much trouble and danger to the warriors, forcing them to vacate a large area and stay as far away as possible from the battleground of the powerhouses in the sky.


    Although he was only a demigod, Mage Edward, having prepared in advance and understanding his opponent''s strengths and weaknesses, cast spells that were highly targeted. Moreover, since his main goal was to stall Moloch, the two sides fought further and further away from the battlefield. After achieving the goal of enraging his opponent, Edward used fewer offensive spells, focusing more on delaying Moloch and escaping, which made him seem constantly on the defensive, but in reality, his life was not in any immediate danger.


    A few days ago, if the Mingxi City Royal Palace''s magic lock hadn''t sealed off his maneuvering space, it would have been a very long and protracted battle for Moloch to capture High Priest Yaye, who possessed a divine artifact and was protected by a paladin demigod.


    Without the presence of the most powerful Duke Moloch, more than twenty legendary figures flew out from the rear of the human army once again, intercepting the dozen or so legendary pit fiends wreaking havoc in the rear of the human lines. The two sides quickly engaged in a heated battle, the aftershocks constantly surging across the ground, causing tremors as if there was an earthquake.


    The infantry formations at the very front of the human army all held shields, attempting to block the barbed devils'' charge, the vanguard of the devil army. However, after only a dozen breaths of initial engagement, the first human ten-thousand-man formation was penetrated by the devil army formation, leaving countless fragmented corpses on the ground. The few terrified human stragglers remaining around, ignoring the threats from the battlefield monitoring teams, turned their heads and began to flee.


    In the past few years of confrontation with the demons, the warriors of the human coalition have actually benefited quite a bit. Many legions have been trained and are no longer as disheveled as they were when they first came to the front lines to fight the demons. But even so, under the devil army''s silent as iron, plundering like the wind fighting style, the human front-line infantry formation, which was inferior in strength and military quality, collapsed in less than half a magic hour.


    Subsequently, the infantry formations on the second line of defense began to engage. After more than one magic hour, the main body of the formation began to declare a complete collapse, and a few routed soldiers began to charge the defenders of the third line of defense.


    "Cavalry legions!! Charge!!!!"


    Ackerman stood upright on the city wall. Beneath his feet was a succubus, a flying devil army vanguard attacking the castle, twitching helplessly. Ackerman had cleaved a deep, bloody hole in its chest with his heavy sword.


    After casually wiping the blood from his body, Ackerman, who was constantly monitoring the battle ahead, knew that it was time to deploy the main force. Otherwise, the infantry formation on the third line of defense might not be able to stop the devils'' advance.


    "Woo ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"


    A long horn sounded, and a series of thunderous sounds began to be heard on the undulating earth. From the rear of the human formation, 50,000 human heavy cavalry began to unleash their powerful impact, their target being the devil army''s central force that had been replenished.


    In the sky, teams of griffin knights and giant eagle knights surrounded the huge and cumbersome three-headed chimeras, fighting and entangled with the flying devil scouts. From time to time, a figure would fall from the sky and turn into a pile of meat on the ground. Well-protected on the backs of the chimeras were huge bamboo baskets, with two human warriors standing inside. At their feet were bombs made of high-power black powder.


    Boom!!!! Boom!!!!


    The human spellcaster teams had not stopped casting spells since the beginning of the war. Druid and priest teams were casting protective and blessing divine spells on the soldiers in the front formations, while warlock and mage teams condensed everyone''s magic power and mental power, smashing powerful spells towards the devil army in front.


    The devils on the opposite side were not to be outdone. The spellcaster teams in the devil army also unreservedly smashed their spell-like abilities towards the human army in front. A sky full of blood and fire churned in this tens of miles range.


    The human heavy cavalry increased their speed to the extreme, charging head-on into the devil army formation closest to them. As the strongest type of soldier in the age of cold weapons, the heavy cavalry indeed did not disappoint General Ackerman''s expectations. Tens of thousands of cavalry, in an arrow formation, had already pierced through the first devil formation they faced in a short dozen breaths.


    Without any hesitation, the five ten-thousand-man cavalry legions, after achieving their first victory, charged towards the second devil formation without looking back. Behind them, the human infantry formations naturally replaced their positions, further expanding the torn formation of the devil army, until they completely annihilated the devil warriors in this formation.


    The second devil formation was impacted, and then pierced through... ¡­


    When the third devil formation appeared in front of the human cavalry, the eyes of the human cavalry commander became somewhat cautious. In a short period of time, the devil army had already completed its re-formation, and the front-row devil soldiers welcoming the cavalry charge had been replaced by chain devils, pulling up long chains, and many iron chains had also been laid on the ground, waiting for the human heavy cavalry to charge.


    "Ha!!!!! Ah ~ ~ ~ ~"


    Crack!!!! Clang!!!!


    "Hee-hee ~ ~ ~ ~"


    Warhorses neighed, human knights rolled and fell to the ground. Although there were few chain devils left in the front row of the devil army, they finally managed to stop the human heavy cavalry''s charge for the first time.


    Although the human heavy cavalry, having lost their speed, still had the upper hand relying on their heavy and solid armor, they still could not easily pierce through the devil army''s formations as they had done before. The human heavy cavalry, whose losses were getting bigger and bigger, gradually began to lose their dominance. At this time, the chimera knights flying high in the sky began to show their power again. Under the difficult cover of the giant eagle knights and griffin knights, they flew to the rear of the devil formation, hundreds of meters in the air. The human knights standing in the bamboo baskets began to ignite the alchemical devices one by one, and then aimed at a devil formation and smashed them down directly.


    Boom!!!!! Boom!!!!!


    Each black powder alchemical device was at least equivalent to the power of a level 7-8 magic. Especially after the device exploded, the black oil, sulfur, and other flammable materials wrapped inside covered the bodies and skin of the devil soldiers, roasting their flesh and extracting the oil from the devils'' flesh as fuel. Its sustained destructive power was even more astonishing.


    The devil army formation suffered not small losses, but in comparison, the soldiers of the human army suffered even more losses. The pervasive smoke of gunpowder, the roar of fierce fighting, and the sound of weapons colliding continued for a day and a night before finally, under the devil army''s initiative to retreat and reorganize, a temporary curtain was drawn.


    The protagonist should appear in a few more chapters. The most important prelude to the chaotic situation is about to end!!


    These are the plans of several major forces, so the unfolding will be relatively slow. I am also experiencing some difficulties in writing because of the difficult transition of the article''s perspective.

 #584 - Go North

    ¡°I apologize for keeping you waiting so long.¡±


    In an unnamed canyon in the Cartol Mountains, inside the cliffside cave where Allen once met the dragon Figglas, a new guest arrived.


    Allen walked into the cave, and a foul, fishy breath sprayed onto his face.


    He looked towards the depths of the dimly lit cave and saw Figglas, listlessly lying on a cluster of glittering quartz crystal columns, greeting Allen with a resentful gaze.


    ¡°Have you finished your business?¡±


    Figglas said weakly, its enormous tail constantly rubbing against the crystals behind it.


    The fact that this cave could become a dragon''s resting place was largely due to the presence of these worthless crystal columns beneath its body.


    Allen''s eyes wandered over the quartz crystal cluster.


    Although quartz crystals weren''t very valuable on the outside, the sheer scale of the crystal cluster in front of him was worth at least several thousand gold coins.


    Who knew which adventurous team would eventually benefit from this small deposit!


    With a knowing smile, he withdrew his gaze and slowly opened his mouth, replying, ¡°Yes, it''s all taken care of.


    That''s why I rushed over here to meet you!¡±


    ¡°Hmph!¡±


    Figglas turned its head away proudly, no longer looking at Allen, to express its dissatisfaction.


    Figglas hadn''t had a good time these past six months.


    It had originally planned to go to Green Lake Town to avoid the limelight and hide from the kobolds who were chasing it to Fort Muir.


    But who would have thought that it hadn''t been in Green Lake Town for two days before the relentless kobolds tracked it down, almost trapping Figglas in Green Lake Town.


    Fortunately, Figglas was strong and used its physical body to withstand the attacks of the kobold legend Kozmoll, rushing out of the trap first.


    Then, it led the group of guys around the vast Cartol Mountains until, more than a month ago, these hook-nosed people returned to Fort Muir to rest, allowing Figglas to return to this temporary cave to relax.


    The reason Allen was able to find Figglas''s resting place was because Figglas saw that the time of their appointment was approaching, and it was being chased by the kobolds, so it found a goblin in Green Lake Town to send a message, leading to this scene of Allen coming to meet it in person.


    ¡°How about I make you a delicious meal as compensation?¡±


    In fact, after spending a long time with Figglas, Allen realized that this dragon wasn''t as evil as the legends said.


    On the contrary, compared to the powerful people of the Ferman civilization who were always full of bad ideas, dragons seemed more simple and honest in character because they lived in solitude for a long time.


    Of course, because of their reclusive nature, dragons would always go out and plunder some intelligent races back to their nests when they were awake, as a daily pastime, which gradually led to their reputation developing in an evil direction.


    As for the lewd*ness, that was because dragons had been trying to integrate into this world and learn the druid''s shapeshifting magic.


    In order to master the druid''s shapeshifting magic, dragons also needed to deeply understand the characteristics of the races they wanted to transform into.


    The more they understood the characteristics of each race, the more they could discover the unique beauty of that race, so it was natural to be fascinated by certain individuals of that race.


    Having relationships with members of various races led to the rumor of lewd*ness, so that when people heard the name dragon, the first thing they thought of was fear and disgust.


    Who told the dragons that their own value was too high, they were simply walking treasures?


    Those adventurers who coveted the dragons'' wealth and wanted to gain a good reputation often deliberately hung all kinds of evil and lewd*ness on the dragons in order to render their behavior righteous, and eventually there were various legends of evil dragons.


    ¡°Just one meal?? Are you trying to get rid of a beggar??¡±


    Figglas''s eyes lit up, but it immediately restrained itself and said as if disgusted.


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    Allen was speechless.


    It seemed that this dragon had been waiting for him for a long time.


    ¡°Then let''s make it three meals.


    I''m also a leader, after all, I can''t just be around the stove all the time, and your appetite is so big that one meal is equivalent to the amount of food for dozens of our Green Field warriors!!¡±


    ¡°No, at least 10 meals to start.


    Think about it, when you asked me for help, didn''t you always cook yourself?


    Why didn''t you say you were a leader then!!¡±


    Figglas shook its large head and refused.


    ¡°Five meals at most, otherwise¡­¡­¡±


    In a relaxed bargaining atmosphere, the two vented their slight dissatisfaction with each other.


    As Allen began to light a fire and cook, Figglas also skillfully flew out of the cave to look for today''s ingredients.


    The top predators at the apex of the pyramid could always quickly catch suitable prey and bring it back to Allen.


    Allen didn''t have to worry about this at all.


    After another magic hour of operation, a meal that wasn''t simple was presented in front of Figglas, who had transformed back into the appearance of a bear goblin.


    Gluttony was not enough to describe Figglas''s movements when eating.


    Although it had transformed into the appearance of a bear goblin, its appetite was still that of a dragon.


    The hundreds of pounds of food that Allen had painstakingly made were mostly devoured by Figglas alone, and even that was only half full.


    ¡°If the affairs of your clan are settled, I think it''s time to head north!!¡±


    Figglas, leaning against the cliff wall of the cave without any image while picking its teeth, finally brought the topic back after being full of food and drink, and said seriously.


    ¡°Those kobolds have too sensitive noses.


    As long as I show up in your tribe''s territory, they''ll be sure to find me.


    It''s really annoying!!¡±


    ¡°Okay, I can leave at any time.¡±


    Allen was also very satisfied that his cooking skills were becoming more and more refined.


    Even an ordinary Ironback Bear in his hands could already be made into a magic dish.


    Although the magic blessing effect was negligible for legends, if it was eaten by a group of mid- to low-level combatants, it could be considered a wonderful medicinal meal!


    ¡°Then let''s just go today, let''s leave now!!¡±


    Figglas glanced around the cave where it had lived for a short time with disgust: ¡°I can''t go to lively places.


    I can only stare at this pile of stones and waste time all day.


    I don''t want to live like this anymore!!¡±


    ¡°Don''t you need to prepare?¡±


    Although Allen had expected it, he was still a little surprised by Figglas''s haste.


    ¡°I''ve been preparing for decades, do I still need to wait until now to prepare?¡±


    Figglas was a little bit proud. It was rare to have a strong person who wasn''t a dragon willing to get along with him peacefully, communicate with him on an equal footing, and without so much calculation and coveting. This was not an easy thing for a dragon.


    It was only in front of Allen that Figglas could slightly let down his guard and communicate with this equal existence with a more relaxed attitude.


    "Okay."


    Allen shrugged.


    Soon, two figures flew out of the cliff of the nameless canyon, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the sky filled with layers of white clouds.


    A dozen breaths later, a nimble and lively little bird with bright colors poked its head out of the bushes growing randomly on the cliff, looked up at the figures that gradually turned into two small black dots, spread its wings and flew nimbly, flapping and gliding quickly on the ground in pursuit.


    The journey north was more like a rare and relaxing trip for the two legendary powerhouses. After flying over the long and continuous Cato Mountains, Allen and his companion landed on the ground again. After a brief tidying up, they transformed into two ordinary adventurers, traversing the desolate Gobi Desert and heading north.


    Although legendary flight speed was extremely fast, flight also had its disadvantages, such as consuming a lot of energy. If an accident occurred, the difference in accumulated energy in the body might have an unknown impact during combat for legendary powerhouses. Of course, the most important point was that the energy fluctuations leaked during flight would be detected by the forces and high-level combat professionals along the way, and even intermediate spellcasters with keen mental power could detect it, which was really inconvenient for Allen''s actions.


    The north side of the mountains had now become the hunting ground and playground for the Drows. Most of the various wilderness indigenous tribes and settlements that were scattered in the past had now disappeared. Even if there was an occasional desolate settlement, Allen and the others could only see a few gaunt and withered old and weak natives waiting to die by the dilapidated settlement buildings like walking corpses.


    Any native who still had a little ability to move had either fled south early or had been captured by the Drows and taken to several strongholds and fortresses to become slaves, producing and laboring for the Drows.


    However, as the Drows gained a more stable foothold in the wilderness, and with the mediation of the Church of Nature, they continued to show goodwill to the Mansha Alliance Council, they gradually restrained their brutal rule and began to allow the wild and scattered natives within their control to live and multiply.


    Of course, these things would take time to manifest. At present, all Allen could see was a desolate and dead scene, without the vitality of the past.


    For the Green Field Tribe, the good news was that because the relationship between the Drows and the wilderness had eased, there were gradually signs of sporadic caravans coming and going on the trade routes that had been cut off for a long time. In particular, business organizations such as the Oak Chamber of Commerce and the Fruits of Nature Chamber of Commerce, which were backed by the power of the church, could easily pass through the northern trade routes, which were full of crises in the eyes of other caravans, and send a large number of specialty products from the Elf Kingdom and the Dwarf Kingdom to the south.


    "You know, most of these Drows are actually quite good-looking. In this regard, they are comparable to their distant relatives, the elves."


    Having just avoided a patrol team of a dozen Drows leading underground world natives and wilderness native warriors, Figglas was looking for topics to chat with Allen, otherwise, with Allen''s personality, the two of them would probably find this journey very dull.


    The Drows had a strong sense of territory. The further north Allen and the others went, the more frequent the patrols they encountered. Although the Drows did not have overly¼¤ÁÒµÄbehavior towards ordinary adventurers in the wilderness, Allen and Figglas still felt that there was no need to meet these guys, so as to avoid accidents.


    "..."


    Allen was silent, glanced at this lustful guy, and then continued to stride forward.


    "Allen, let me tell you, if your tribe has another war with the Drows in the future, you must notify me, and I will come to help you!"


    Seeing that Allen ignored him, Figglas became even more energetic and chased after him.


    "...I also heard that these Drows have a covenant alliance with the black dragon clan that was exiled underground by our dragon clan. I just want to see how strong these scum of our dragon clan are?"


    With Figglas''s unconstrained words floating in his ears, Allen''s mental power was very active, turning into strands and spreading out. The powerful intuition from his talent made Allen always feel that something was wrong, as if a pair of eyes had been staring at them in some dark corner.


    His always cautious character prompted Allen to release his mental power as a legendary powerhouse without showing any signs. Although he couldn''t manipulate the invisible mental power as skillfully as a spellcaster, Allen had greatly increased his control over his mental power in order to control and condense the energy in his body over the years. However, the mental power that was spread out searched the surrounding ten miles and found nothing unusual.


    "...I say, is it necessary to be so diligent? You don''t forget to exercise your mental power even when you''re on the road."


    Figglas, who had not received Allen''s response for a long time, finally calmed down and said with some displeasure.


    "Don''t you think there''s something wrong around us?"


    Allen opened his mouth and said with a frown.


    Although he still hadn''t found anything unusual in his mental perception, Allen, who was very confident in his intuition, was still worried about this strange feeling.


    "Is there? I don''t think so."


    Figglas poked his head around and scanned left and right. An invisible energy fluctuation quickly expanded outwards. That was him using reconnaissance magic to patrol the surrounding movements: "The biggest threat to us within a ten-mile radius around us is that Drow patrol team in the northeast direction. The closest animal to us is a bird in the bushes 100 meters behind your left..."


    Although Figglas was not as sensitive as Allen in terms of intuitive talent, Figglas, who possessed the ability to cast magical spells, could always easily mobilize the power of nature for his own use, detecting the surrounding environment in more detail than Allen.


    "...Eh, no!!"


    "That bird seems to have the aura of natural divine magic on it. This should be a druid''s animal companion!!"


    After all, he was a spellcaster. When Figglas became serious, with his powerful mental power, he quickly discovered clues that Allen could not detect. Before Allen could react, Figglas''s transformed Beorning had already emitted a sonic boom, and the whole person disappeared from Allen''s eyes on the spot.


    "Roar!!!"


    "I''ve caught you!! Damn lizard!!"


    The new year has arrived. I wish you all a new year, good luck in everything!!!

 #585 - Kozmers Choice

    Chapter 565: Kozumer''s Choice


    As the strongest tribe in the wilderness, the Pale Night tribe could be said to be full of talents.


    While other tribes were still worried about the inheritance of their own tribe, the Pale Night tribe could even send a branch north to establish the Thunder tribe, which was dedicated to keeping an eye on the Northern Elven Kingdom in the wilderness.


    Not to mention the precious legendary powerhouses, just the spellcaster profession, which was highly valued by all tribes in the wilderness, the Pale Night tribe alone had more than the sum of a dozen other tribes.


    This time, after receiving the secret envoy from the Northern Snow Mibu tribe informing him of the whereabouts of the Devouring Flame Dragon, Kozumer simply made a request to the tribe, and the tribe dispatched a team of more than a dozen high-level spellcasters to help him deal with this cunning dragon.


    Figras, the giant dragon, had repeatedly escaped from the encirclement of his group of kobolds, which made Kozumer, the legendary kobold elder leading the team, feel both frustrated and resentful.


    However, Kozumer was not stupid.


    He clearly felt that this giant dragon seemed to be fleeing randomly, but in fact, it had never left the range of the Green Field tribe.


    Obviously, there must be some reason for this.


    Therefore, after the kobold Shadow Walker responsible for monitoring Allen''s detached castle informed Kozumer that the giant dragon had appeared in the castle, Kozumer, who was tired of searching for Figras, strengthened his surveillance of Allen and sent a high-level druid with an animal companion from their team to closely monitor Allen.


    This was the best way Kozumer could think of.


    After all, the true purpose of this giant dragon was not clear, and Kozumer was determined to get this giant dragon, so he could only disperse more manpower to find the whereabouts of the giant dragon, instead of waiting for the rabbit and putting more energy on Allen, the secondary target.


    The reason why Kozumer had such a strong obsession with Figras, the giant dragon, was actually because he himself had great selfishness and hid a secret that only he knew.


    The Jewel of Radiance, as a treasure, could be regarded as a high-level magic jewelry with some magical functions, but for a legend like Kozumer, there was no need to chase and kill a giant dragon for a hundred years for it.


    But who made Kozumer find a parchment when he obtained this treasure, which recorded a legend about a mysterious relic.


    It was also very sad to say that Kozumer and the others really just regarded this treasure as a gift for the birthday of Elder Davinson of the Pale Night, so it was stored in the tribe''s public treasury.


    Until Figras, the giant dragon, sneaked into the heavy treasury of the Thunder tribe and scavenged the valuable treasures in the treasury, Kozumer was so angry that he slapped the sturdy wooden box made of ironwood and found the existence of the parchment.


    Otherwise, if Kozumer really knew the important role of this Jewel of Radiance, he would not have stored it in the tribe''s treasury, but would have placed it close to his body in his dimensional bag, and there would have been nothing for Figras to do.


    The more Kozumer studied the content on the parchment, the more angry and regretful he became.


    If the content on the parchment was credible, then what he lost was not just a high-level magic jewelry, but an extremely important opportunity.


    Kozumer had been promoted to the high level of legend for nearly two hundred years, but after reaching his current level, his strength became difficult to improve.


    The older the old fellow lived, the more afraid of death he was, especially for strong men like Kozumer, who had spent so much energy and price for his current status and strength, how could he be willing to become a wisp of ghost in the River Styx before he had fully enjoyed life!


    Seeing that the road ahead was gradually cut off, and feeling that his body was gradually dying, Kozumer had unspeakable fear and nostalgia in his heart.


    Therefore, after the main branch of the Pale Night tribe issued a recall order, Kozumer, after a struggle, would sadly lead tens of thousands of kobolds south, seeking nothing more than the experience and teachings of Davinson, the strongest man in the wilderness, regarding demigod promotion.


    Otherwise, Kozumer would be sick in the head to give up being a tribal leader of a not-so-weak tribe, but run back to the Pale Night tribe to be an elder without much real power!


    There is an old saying in the wilderness, "Even a snake''s head is smaller, but it is freer than a dragon''s tail."


    No matter what, the Thunder tribe also has two or three thousand tribesmen who listen to Kozumer''s orders, but after returning to the Pale Night tribe, if he wants to dispatch a team of warriors, he still has to inform the relevant commander.


    Although the other party does not dare to embarrass himself, he is not as free as he was in the Thunder tribe!


    But after arriving at the Pale Night tribe, Kozumer still did not get what he wanted.


    Of course, this cannot be blamed on Elder Davinson for being selfish.


    It is really that some things can only be understood implicitly but cannot be expressed in words, and Davinson''s promotion back then was actually a coincidence, and he may not be able to summarize much experience.


    After the expectations in his heart fell through, and he could not obtain further hope in the knowledge collection of the Pale Night tribe, Kozumer could only turn his attention back to the secret on that parchment.


    Just right, the troll of the Snow Mibu tribe, who had some friendship with Kozumer in the north, sent a piece of information about the whereabouts of the giant dragon.


    At that time, Kozumer could not sit still and immediately led a team of elites to kill back.


    The relic recorded on the parchment was related to an ancient god.


    If this information was leaked, I am afraid that even Elder Davinson of the Pale Night tribe would be tempted.


    After obtaining this parchment, Kozumer''s reason and intuition reacted at the same time, and there was always a voice in his heart calling out that the secret of this relic might be the opportunity for him to be promoted to demigod.


    Legend to demigod is another qualitative leap, especially in the improvement of lifespan, it is even more significant.


    The lifespan limit of the peak of legend can live to about 600 years old, and when it reaches the demigod stage, the lifespan is directly doubled, and the bottom line can live for at least a thousand years.


    Now Kozumer is over 500 years old, in fact, every day is very precious to him, because he can truly feel that his body functions are slowly dying.


    "Clan, Elder, the scouts in front have already met Laurent.


    The target is now less than 20 miles away from our current location."


    A kobold mage approached Kozumer and reported the information brought back by his summoned creature to Kozumer.


    "Speed up, we will meet Laurent, and then we can have a good rest."


    Kozumer heard the news, his face showed a bit of brilliance, and said slowly.


    The speed of this elite team beside him was not slow.


    The configuration of more than half of the team was spellcasters, which meant that they could fly for a long time like legends, as long as they did not cherish spell slots and mana.


    Even if they were running on the ground, the spellcasters could cast various blessing spells to reduce the consumption of the body.


    Cooperating with the shield warriors and strongmen in the team who were good at endurance, this road not only tightly bit the footsteps of the two legends in front, but even constantly narrowed the distance between each other.


    Of course, such a rapid march was not without its price. The faces of the dozen or so gnolls present were visibly fatigued, and their heavy steps were the most obvious indication.


    "Yes!!"


    Even upon hearing the good news of a rest, these dozen or so gnolls couldn''t manage a smile. Every cell in their bodies was protesting to their master, but they suppressed it with sheer willpower.


    After reuniting with the Nature Druid Lawrence, Kozmoll finally breathed a sigh of relief.


    Originally, Kozmoll and his team were wandering around the Cato Mountains, searching for traces of the dragon, but unexpectedly, Lawrence, who was stationed near Allen with only a slight hope, actually detected the bear-folk meeting with the dragon. This overjoyed the already somewhat discouraged Kozmoll, and he immediately led the team to chase after them.


    "Well done, Lawrence."


    Kozmoll patted the equally weary-looking druid gnoll and said approvingly.


    "How far away is the target from us, and what is their location?"


    "Head straight in this direction, and there''s a rocky desert less than ten miles away. They just stopped, probably preparing to rest and eat."


    Lawrence wore an ugly smile. These past few days of tracking had been extremely stressful for a high-level druid like him. After all, he was tracking two legendary powerhouses, one of whom was a dragon. If he wasn''t careful and revealed himself, he would become a snack in the dragon''s mouth.


    "Very good. You rest as well. After tonight, we''ll devise a plan to get ahead of them and set a trap!!"


    "This time, let''s try to take down this dragon in one fell swoop!!"


    "But Elder, with Bearfolk Leader Allen present, I''m afraid he will help the dragon!!"


    "With the strength of our team, it''s not impossible to deal with two legendaries at the same time, but killing that dragon won''t be easy."


    A gnoll member looked up and voiced his concerns.


    "Don''t worry, I have a plan!!"


    At least in front of his clansmen, Kozmoll looked confident. In reality, he was also troubled by this matter. If he had known earlier that Allen, the bear-folk, was colluding with the dragon, he would have made more proper arrangements.


    However, the problem lies with Allen, the bear-folk. Why would he be traveling with the dragon?


    Furthermore, the direction in which Figglas, the dragon, and the bear-folk were traveling was consistent with the location of the ruins that he had deciphered on the parchment. This couldn''t help but make Kozmoll think more deeply.


    For the opportunity presented by the ruins, Kozmoll thought hard and struggled for a long time. In the end, he decided that it was necessary to take another gamble.


    In any case, his family bloodline had already been settled. The current group of gnoll pups were separated from him by more than ten generations, and their affection was no longer as close as it was during the direct bloodline era. Their future depended on their own fortune.


    However, when visiting Allen before, Kozmoll had also probed the other party''s attitude. At least at that time, it seemed that Allen, the bear-folk, was somewhat wary of the Pale Night tribe behind Kozmoll.


    Along the way, Kozmoll had not been without ideas, but the suddenness of what was happening made it difficult for Kozmoll to make other preparations. He could only make do with this team of gnoll warriors and see if there was an opportunity to assassinate the dragon.


    If it really didn''t work, then he would have to throw caution to the wind and use the worst-case scenario preparation.


    Resting for the night allowed the dozen or so elite gnolls in the team to regain their vitality, but it also meant that they had once again fallen behind Allen and the dragon, whom they had finally caught up to.


    Fortunately, Kozmoll could now roughly determine the final destination of these two targets, so he no longer had to chase after them exhaustedly. Instead, he simply led the team to bypass Allen''s and the dragon''s path and cut in front of them.


    After spending a few more days, Kozmoll led his subordinates carefully in front of Allen and the dragon, but because Allen and Figglas were too cautious, and the harassment from the Drow patrol team, Kozmoll''s ambush locations were avoided by Allen and the dragon several times.


    This time was no different. Kozmoll''s ambush location deviated from Allen''s and the dragon''s path by five miles, causing some of the auxiliary measures they had painstakingly prepared to lose their effectiveness once again.


    Seeing that they had already passed Coldwind Ridge and were getting closer and closer to the location of the ruins marked at Crescent Lake, Kozmoll''s heart became more and more anxious.


    But no matter how anxious he was, Kozmoll didn''t rashly allow his gnolls to make other tempting moves. Because Kozmoll was very clear that he only had one chance. If he couldn''t maximize the strength of his warriors and the designed trap, and give the dragon a fatal blow from the start, it would be difficult to trick them once they reacted, given the strength of the dragon and the bear-folk.


    Just as a group of gnolls were frowning and secretly regretting, Lawrence, who had been communicating with a lyrebird on a tree not far away with his subtle mental power, suddenly changed his expression and warned in a low voice: "Not good, that dragon has detected my natural partner and is rushing towards its position!!"


    "Just that one dragon?"


    "Yes, it''s the bear-folk transformed from the dragon. The body characteristics of the Greenwild tribe leader are too obvious!!"


    Hearing this, Kozmoll was not angry but delighted. He waved his hand and issued an order to the surrounding gnolls: "This is a great opportunity. Let''s give it a fatal blow here!!"


    "Everyone, perk up and follow the previous plan. I''ll take the lead in holding back the dragon, and the rest is up to you spellcasters!!"


    "Remember, we only have one chance, we absolutely cannot fail!!!"


    "Understood!!"


    As they spoke, the dragon had already arrived at the canopy of the tree where the emerald lyrebird was located. A punch landed, and the canopy of the ten-meter-wide almond tree trembled. With a few cracking sounds, the entire tree broke in half from the middle. And among the rustling falling leaves, the lyrebird suddenly spread its wings and darted out, heading straight for the ambush battlefield where Kozmoll and the others were located.


    "That little thing is quite clever!!"


    Figglas smiled slightly, feeling somewhat relaxed.


    However, just as he passed through the seemingly unremarkable rocky desert in front of him, the ground suddenly exploded, and a raging sandstorm instantly enveloped Figglas.


    Boom!!!!!


    A heavy hammer, carrying surging electricity, struck Figglas''s body under the cover of the sandstorm, and at the same time, a familiar voice rang out, "I''ve finally caught you, you damned reptile!!!!"

 #586 - Disturb

    When the sudden change occurred, Allen''s expression immediately tightened. Without hesitation, he stomped hard on the ground, and amidst a tremor, Allen''s figure transformed into a long, blurred line, heading straight towards the source of the sound.


    In just a dozen or so breaths, when Allen saw Figlas again, his appearance had changed drastically, appearing particularly embarrassed and in danger.


    The sudden attack caught Figlas off guard, but his experience and instinct still reacted in the first moment, and despite the pressure of being paralyzed by electric magic all over his body, the Kobold body instantly transformed into his true dragon form.


    Only in his true dragon form could Figlas''s powerful magic resistance and physical defense be fully utilized. However, even with the addition of dual resistances, Figlas in dragon form now had several penetrating wounds on his body.


    More than a dozen stone spikes, 5-6 meters long and as thick as a man''s waist, extended from the ground, directly piercing the dragon''s relatively soft abdomen; huge blades formed of frost had half of their length embedded in Figlas''s back and wings, and even more crystalline congealments stretched out from the dragon''s body like a low wall, with the intense cold spreading around the wounds, growing into clumps of ice and snow flowers.


    There were also sharp steel spears, the sharp metal parts of which had already pierced deeply into Figlas''s body, but fortunately, the dragon''s flesh was strong, and the warriors using the steel spears were not strong enough, so the longer shaft parts of the steel spears were still exposed outside the dragon''s body, shaking with Figlas''s every intense movement.


    Kozmo''s legendary shield in his hand continuously burst out with balls of electric current, echoing the electric current on the warhammer in his hand. These were precious items passed down through generations of the Thunder Tribe, and also the reason why Kozmo''s branch of Kobolds was named Thunder.


    The surging electric current also inflicted considerable damage on Figlas, especially the paralysis effect inherent in the spells, which even a dragon found difficult to completely resist, making it particularly difficult for him to control his body and fly.


    The spellcasters in the distance, as well as several ranger-class warriors, were either preparing their most powerful spells, or constantly throwing javelins and throwing axes at the dragon''s massive body, tearing through the air with terrifying roars.


    Before Allen even arrived, Kozmo, who was constantly activating the electric spells on his legendary weapon, took the lead in issuing a warning.


    "Clan Chief Allen, this is a battle between my Pale Night Tribe and the dragon, please stay away, lest you be accidentally injured!"


    Allen frowned slightly, but his lunging movement did not stop. The Bone Cleaver had already been taken out of the dimensional bag and held in both hands. When the distance closed, a move of the Raging Storm Sword transformed into a soaring hurricane, bypassing the center of the battlefield between Figlas and Kozmo, and directly met the several powerful spells behind them. The¼¤µ´¿ñ·ç collided with the whistling javelins. Although the hurricane could not wash away the direction of the javelin''s shot, the force consumed by passing through the hurricane area meant that the javelin would not cause any damage when it finally landed on the dragon, and was easily blocked by the dragon''s dense scales.


    "I''m sorry, but I''m not appearing in front of Elder Kozmo as the leader of the Greenwood Tribe right now. I''m just a companion and friend adventuring with Figlas right now!"


    The Raging Storm Sword stance had stopped, and Allen, who had regained his handsome figure, responded with a cold expression. The few spells blocked by the activated Demon Breaking Rune still left some traces on Allen''s body.


    The spikes on the ground stopped abruptly under Allen''s feet, breaking into several pieces of rubble. The corrupting substance mixed with frost and poison corroded the linen coat outside Allen''s black dragon scale armor, revealing the lustrous scales.


    "It seems that Clan Chief Allen has decided to oppose our Pale Night Tribe!"


    The thing he was most worried about had still happened. Kozmo''s face was gloomy, and his eyes revealed a bloodthirsty red light, but his movements were not chaotic at all. A hammer landed on Figlas''s body, and balls of electric light appeared again, splashing around Figlas''s body.


    However, with Allen''s support, Figlas finally spread his wings and used his power to shake off the dozens of foreign objects embedded in his body, as well as the vines and solidified earth and rocks that bound his body, breaking them into countless fragments.


    "Roar!"


    Figlas, flying high into the sky, opened his mouth in exasperation, and immediately unleashed a dragon breath attack from above, covering the entire ground with orange-red flames, and even Allen could not escape.


    Whoosh!


    A warhammer suddenly flew out of the flames and slammed into Figlas''s lower jaw with a clang, stopping Figlas''s breath, and then quickly flew back, falling back into Kozmo''s hand as he held up his shield and went against the flames.


    Huff!


    A figure suddenly crashed over from the side, and the sharp sword edge ruffled Kozmo''s hair and body hair. The warning sign in his heart drove Kozmo to quickly change direction, and he blocked his left side with his shield in one hand. With a loud clang, the two figures separated quickly after colliding, sliding in opposite directions.


    Several colorful spells simultaneously passed through the flames and shot straight at the huge dragon in mid-air.


    Because they knew of the dragon''s powerful magic resistance, the Kobold spellcasters below cast more evocation spells that leaned towards physical attacks, such as 5-6 meter long and sharp stone spear spikes and huge curved blades formed of frost and cold crystals. Even if these spells could not pierce the dragon''s body in the end, the huge inertia and kinetic energy would be enough to give the dragon a hard time.


    Figlas glanced at the incoming spells with his big eyes, waved his wings, and the huge wind energy formed two hurricanes, tearing through the air to intercept the direction from which the spells were flying. Subsequently, a low and long mysterious incantation came from Figlas''s abdomen, and when several spells passed through the hurricane''s attack and were about to land on Figlas, flames and lava suddenly rushed up from the ground like tentacles, just in time to grab the stone cones and curved blades formed by these spells.


    The stone cones slowly melted into one in the hot lava, and the curved blades condensed with frost also emitted clumps of white water vapor, until the spell model at the core was destroyed, and a mass of invisible energy shot out and scattered into an invisible breeze.


    "Let''s go!"


    Allen tapped his feet twice in the air, generating a few ripples, and instantly appeared on Figlas''s huge head, shouting loudly.


    At the same time, the Bone Cleaver gathered momentum and slashed fiercely, the sword wind directly attacking the Kobold legend Kozmo who was still rushing up relentlessly from the side. The sword and shield collided, stirring up gusts of wind. He slashed out three swords swiftly, each of which was effectively blocked by Kozmo, and at the same time, the warhammer smashed two hammers at Allen, but they all landed on the wide sword body.


    As the third sword fell, Allen took advantage of the situation and used the force technique of the ThreeµþWave again, suddenly bursting out with vigorous power, shaking Kozmo back. He also took advantage of the momentum to fly into the sky. When he left, his body was mixed with intermittent electric light, making him very uncomfortable.


    "Hmph! !"


    Scarlet dragon blood dripped from Figlas''s back and abdomen. His eyes were brutal as he glanced at the team of kobolds whose faces were gradually showing on the ground, full of resentment. This team of kobolds was unharmed under the protection of a suddenly appearing earth wall. At the same time, several warriors had already thrown the spears in their hands, and once again shot heavy javelins towards Figlas.


    With a flap of his wings, he easily blocked the attacks of several spears. Then, with a sweep under his body, he stirred up two gusts of wind. Figlas''s body was only a moment later than Allen''s, and he soared away.


    "Leave them for me! ! !"


    Kozmo, in a rage, roared and´Üup from below, chasing after Allen and the other two figures, disappearing into the clouds in the sky.


    On the ground, a dozen kobolds looked at each other, hesitating whether to chase after them or what to do. Suddenly, with a tremor on the ground, a team of drow riding mounts charging from the southern horizon made this group of kobolds understand what they should do next.


    "Withdraw! !"


    The kobold spellcasters cast spells quickly, casting buffs such as Feather Fall and Bear''s Endurance on themselves and their companions. The warriors grabbed the waists of their spellcaster companions, carried them on their shoulders, and fled westward.


    Swish! Swish! ! Swish! Swish! !


    As a branch of the same bloodline as the elves, the drow''s archery skills are equally extraordinary. Although the team had not yet caught up, drow archers specializing in sniping were already drawing their bows and shooting arrows. Dozens of arrows wrapped with great power were like lightning bolts, quickly catching up with the kobold team.


    Clang! Clang! ! ¡­ ¡­


    Puff! !


    The kobold warriors deftly dodged a small number of arrows and accurately deflected the arrows aimed at their vital points with the weapons in their hands. At the same time, the spellcasters on their shoulders were like eyes growing on their backs, using various protective spells to block the remaining arrows.


    With tacit cooperation, most of the dozens of arrows were defended, but there were still two or three arrows that pierced through two unlucky companions among them, causing them to stagger in their steps. After rolling a few times on the ground, they struggled to get up and continue to run wildly.


    Cold Wind Ridge has now become the core area of the Drow Hochia Federation, so the surrounding defenses are the most strict. Although Allen and the others have left Cold Wind Ridge and traveled hundreds of miles north, there are still many drow patrol teams patrolling around on guard.


    The sudden outbreak of fighting between legendary powerhouses, as long as they are not negligent guys, the drow and their vassals and slaves within a range of dozens of miles must have noticed the abnormal situation here.


    "Chase! !"


    Stuart, the captain of the drow cavalry squadron, pointed forward with his slender right hand, leading the knights around him to continue their pursuit. However, while chasing, he couldn''t help but look back, gazing at the white clouds in the sky, as if through the layers of clouds, he could see the three legendary figures speeding like lightning.


    One magic hour later, Stuart led his cavalry squadron of a hundred warriors back again. Many of them were covered with scars, and behind the mounts at the end, they were dragging long ropes, and several dying kobold warriors were tied to the ropes.


    Warriors with two legs can''t outrun knights with four legs after all, especially the drow who also have ranged shooting abilities. Except for 4-5 kobold spellcasters who used life-saving teleportation magic to escape, most of the other kobolds became the souls under the archers'' arrows or prisoners.


    Fortunately, the drow are now deliberately trying to befriend the wilderness tribes, so they left some room for maneuver during the battle. Otherwise, with the usual brutality of the drow, it would be basically impossible to leave any loopholes, unless the prisoner''s appearance or strength is indeed good and has a certain value.


    "Return to camp! !"


    The figures of other patrol teams were appearing on the surrounding horizon. Stuart thought of the gains this time, and in order to claim credit and avoid being divided by other colleagues, he decisively issued an order.


    Under the rapid whipping of horses, Stuart and his party of drow traveled for more than one magic hour, and finally arrived outside the city of Cold Wind Ridge, which was formed by relying on several high mountains.


    "The others go back to rest and replace the war horses. You few, escort the prisoners and follow me! !"


    When approaching the military camp, Stuart had no intention of staying, but turned around and issued an order to his subordinates behind him.


    The handsome drow warriors did not question the captain''s order and took action in an orderly manner. Stuart then led the few warriors he had selected, each carrying a dying kobold prisoner, and walked towards the city.


    "Matron Mother, Captain Stuart has something to report! !"


    In the inner city of Cold Wind Ridge, several drow city-states that had moved here and settled in the city divided their respective spheres of influence according to the differences in their strengths. Generally speaking, except for the guards directly under the Federal Council, soldiers from other city-states rarely appear in the territory of another force.


    As the captain under the Celibis city-state, Stuart cautiously moved forward with his team after entering the city, until they came to the sphere of influence belonging to their city-state, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.


    When Deborah, the Matron Mother of the Celibis city-state, was looking up and applying a skin that had just been torn from the face of a young elf girl, Kilan, the commander of the guards outside the door, made a loud shout, reporting to Deborah inside the door.


    "Let him in."


    Deborah''s charming and sweet voice slowly came out, causing the eyes of several warriors outside the door to be momentarily confused, but they quickly recovered, looking at each other nervously, and carefully pushed open the door and walked in.


    On the snow-white velvet sofa in the gatehouse, Deborah, with disheveled clothes and skin as smooth as black pearls, looked up at Stuart and the others, and then fixed her gaze on the few kobolds they were escorting behind them.


    "What''s the matter?"


    "Matron Mother, two and a half magic hours ago, when we were patrolling in the area about a hundred miles north, we encountered two groups of wilderness natives in conflict¡­"


    Since entering the hall, Stuart and his men had not dared to look up, and had been reporting to the alluring Matron Mother with their heads lowered.


    "Allen, the leader of the Green Field tribe, and a fire dragon, hehe, it seems something has happened¡­"


    Deborah put a slender index finger into her mouth, revealing a bit of charming and shy expression in her eyes, and said slowly.

 #587 - Crescent Lake

    "Tough guy!!"


    Figlas, maintaining his dragon form, continuously flapped his wide, fleshy wings, soaring in the sky, occasionally stirring up gusts of whistling wind.


    On his back, Allen stood steadily, occasionally glancing back at the pursuing figure of the kobold Kozmo, and remained noncommittal upon hearing Figlas'' complaint.


    "How about we turn around and join forces to kill him?"


    The injuries on his body were gradually scabbing over under the dragon''s powerful healing ability, which was also an important reason for Figlas to maintain his dragon form, as he could only fully utilize his racial talents in his original form. Moreover, although legends can fly, it requires energy consumption, while dragons do not necessarily need to consume internal energy when flying, at most only consuming some physical strength.


    "You can turn around now and see if you can kill him, but let me state in advance, I won''t help you!!"


    Allen''s deep voice slowly uttered, resolutely rejecting the other party''s proposal.


    Helping Figlas escape was already the greatest contribution Allen could make as a companion. Asking him to help encircle and kill Kozmo, even if they both had the ability, Allen would not take action.


    After all, Allen was not a lone wolf; he had another identity¡ªthe chieftain of the Green Field tribe. And the kobold that Figlas wanted to kill also had an identity that Allen was very wary of¡ªan elder of the Pale Night tribe.


    If Allen''s previous action could barely be justified by their deep friendship, then taking action again to deal with Kozmo, regardless of the final outcome, Allen believed would inevitably trigger friction between the Green Field and Pale Night tribes.


    Unless Allen could turn back and silence the kobold warriors Kozmo had left behind, otherwise, whatever happened to Kozmo next, the biggest suspects would definitely be Allen and Figlas.


    Figlas was a solitary dragon, without any ties. Even if he was suspected, it would be fine; he could just wander around like in the past, treating it as a journey and adventure. But Allen couldn''t; he had put too much effort into the Green Field tribe and absolutely couldn''t establish a powerful enemy for the tribe due to some accidental decision.


    At least in the current situation, Allen didn''t think it was a wise choice to encircle and kill Kozmo for a little trouble.


    "¡­Wow, Allen! I thought we were a team!!"


    Figlas'' exaggerated and surprised tone, even without seeing the other party''s eyes, Allen could feel the disappointment within.


    "The other party has the strongest tribe in the wilderness behind them, as well as the strongest saint. As the leader of the Green Field tribe, I can''t do things without considering the consequences."


    Since he had already taken action for Figlas, Allen also didn''t want to please neither side, so he patiently explained to Figlas.


    "With my tribe''s current strength and influence, we don''t have a chance of winning against the Pale Night tribe head-on, so you have to consider me too!!"


    "Alright, consider this guy lucky; I''ll let him go this time!!"


    The slight unpleasantness and estrangement that had just arisen in his heart slowly faded away with Allen''s explanation. Figlas then remembered Allen''s other identity and his emphasis on his tribe.


    More than a thousand meters behind, Kozmo was stubbornly clinging to the figure of the crimson dragon in front, putting all other matters behind him, not even knowing that the team of kobold subordinates he had brought had been wiped out by the drow patrol cavalry.


    Kozmo was very unwilling, his hope of advancing further slipping away from his hands. He had a premonition that if he couldn''t seize this opportunity, perhaps he would really die of old age at his current rank, and it wouldn''t be too long, at most a few decades or even a decade or two.


    Therefore, even though he had initially anticipated that the possibility of failure was extremely high when he led this group of subordinates to ambush and assassinate the dragon, he still made the decision without hesitation.


    The result was as he had thought. Without the magic lock restricting the dragon''s space, and with the presence of a powerful beargine whose actions were uncertain, the situation developed in the worst direction.


    The only good news was perhaps that his previous ambush had inflicted a heavy blow on the dragon. Although it didn''t seem to be a big problem on the surface, the internal injuries would take at least 5-6 days to not affect the battle.


    This might be an opportunity for Kozmo, because the backup support he had arranged was on its way. Although he didn''t know the dragon''s personality, and how much trust he really had in his companion Allen, judging from the way the strong in the wilderness behaved, the dragon was very likely to wait until his injuries had gradually healed before opening the passage to the ruins.


    And what Kozmo needed was these few days. By then, his reinforcements should have arrived at Crescent Lake.


    However, Kozmo was also very helpless. If he wasn''t really unsure that he could deal with this dragon and the beargine, and the time was indeed tight, he wouldn''t have been willing to share the information about the ruins with others. After all, more people participating meant more competitors.


    But Kozmo, who was weak and unprepared, couldn''t care so much at this time. He had to seize this opportunity to break through, so that he would have a chance to extend his lifespan and current power and status, and enjoy the beautiful life that he still hadn''t grown tired of.


    Crescent Lake was like a piece of jade treasured among the mountains, nestled among towering peaks. Because the mountain''s direction made the lake''s shape appear long and narrow, like the red moon in the sky at the beginning of each month, curved into an arc, hence the name Crescent Lake.


    Originally, as a source of all things, precious water resources in the wilderness should have nurtured a vibrant life, but the location of Crescent Lake was surrounded by mountains, and the environment was very dangerous, so except for birds and beasts, no other intelligent races were willing to settle here for a long time.


    Of course, the ethereal and uncontrollable miasma fog in the mountains, as well as the numerous poisonous insects, ants, and snakes that accompanied the miasma, made the mountains very dangerous. A slight carelessness and a nap could lead to the loss of life.


    In addition, the various powerful magical beasts that gathered here, following some mysterious fluctuations, made this area, known as the Ten Thousand Mountains region, one of the five most dangerous places in the wilderness.


    Figlas retracted his wide wings and landed with a thud on the highest peak of Crescent Lake. His huge and heavy body instantly crushed countless dense shrubs and small trees on the peak. As Figlas'' tail swept left and right, a relatively flat foothold was simply cleared out amidst the flying sand and rocks.


    The originally peaceful scene around the mountain peaks was shattered. Countless startled birds and raptors flapped their wings, fleeing into the sky as if their lives depended on it. Warnings from their bloodlines and instincts told these native inhabitants that the highest-level predators had appeared. To survive, they had to escape as far as possible!


    "Oh, I''m exhausted!"


    Figglas leaned his massive head against his wing, the dignified ancient dragon beginning to rest, while constantly grumbling.


    Along the way, to shake off the annoying kobolds behind him, even though he had already entered the Night Howl Mountains, Figglas didn''t head straight for Crescent Lake. Instead, he led the kobold Kozmo nearly a thousand miles north before circling back to the Crescent Lake area of the Night Howl Mountains after shaking them off.


    If Figglas knew that the kobold Kozmo had already guessed his true destination and had proactively abandoned tracking the dragon when he realized the dragon was trying to mislead them, then Figglas would probably be stomping his feet in anger!


    Of course, this wasn''t necessarily a bad thing. Figglas was injured, and these extra two days allowed him to recuperate discreetly, relying on his powerful self-healing abilities without Alan''s knowledge.


    Just as Kozmo had predicted, Figglas had some trust in Alan, but the many betrayals and deceptions he had experienced over the long years made him never dare to completely bet his life on so-called companions. Only himself was the most loyal.


    "Alan, I''ve been doing all the traveling this whole time. You''ve seen how hard I''ve worked, so you have to make a good meal today to reward me!"


    Dragons don''t need to use their internal energy to fly, so there are no energy fluctuations. As long as they fly high enough and are careful to conceal themselves among the clouds in the sky, they don''t have to worry about being detected by beings with keen spiritual senses like Alan and the others.


    Therefore, Figglas had been traveling in his dragon form the whole way, only casting a hazy spell on himself to conceal his form.


    "Alright, seeing how hard you''ve worked, I''ll show off my skills and make you a delicious meal!"


    Alan didn''t refuse. Figglas''s hard work along the way was indeed a fact. On the contrary, he had hitched a ride and rested on the dragon''s broad back without any fatigue. He really should do something to make up for it.


    "Then you rest here for a while, and I''ll go catch some prey to bring back!"


    After saying that, Alan stomped his foot on the ground and leaped down the mountain, heading off to find today''s ingredients.


    As one of the five dangerous wilderness areas, not many adventurers would come to the Night Howl Mountains. In addition, these mountains covered a vast area. When Alan and Figglas released their spiritual power to search the surroundings, they didn''t find any traces of intelligent creatures.


    Alan landed on the grassland beside Crescent Lake, where he could vaguely see traces of animal activity in a few relatively flat areas along the shore.


    Looking around, he didn''t find any suitable prey for the time being. Alan wasn''t in a hurry, so he simply explored slowly along the shoreline, searching for useful ingredients. A loose mound of earth blocked Alan''s path. Alan accidentally scraped the dirt on top of the mound with his leather boots, and then tens of thousands of tiny, green-bean-sized purple flying ants swarmed out of the mound, buzzing and attacking Alan, completely ignoring the aura of a powerful being emanating from him.


    Chomp! Chomp!


    The sound of gnawing and tearing appeared on the black dragon scales. Alan''s keen eyes swept over, and although the teeth of these flying ants didn''t do much damage to the dragon scales, when a few of the flying ants penetrated the gaps in the scales and burrowed into Alan''s inner armor, suddenly tearing a bite out of Alan''s skin, a piercing pain immediately changed Alan''s expression.


    Whoosh!


    A ball of orange-red rage flame suddenly burned from within his body, sweeping away the purple flying ants that were crawling all over him. Alan frowned slightly, unbuckled the clasp in front of him, and peered at the places where he had been bitten by the tiny flying ants. In a short time, those few wounds had already shown slight discoloration, looking like they had been poisoned.


    While using rage to block the poisonous blood at the wound and force it out of his body, Alan took out a bottle of detoxification potion from his dimensional bag and drank it down.


    After doing these steps, Alan lowered his head and looked at the mound of earth beneath him. More and more flying ants were still flying out of it, rushing towards the raging flames, and then turning into scorched corpses on the ground.


    He stomped down hard with one foot, and the half-meter-high mound of earth, along with the surrounding area of more than a meter, suddenly sank deep into the ground, as much as two meters deep. At this time, the flying ants in the mound finally had no more source, giving Alan some peace.


    Alan didn''t expect that such a small, inconspicuous mound of earth would actually hide such a group of formidable poisonous insects. According to Alan''s personal experience just now, the toxicity of the venom secreted by these flying ants was probably no less than the venom created by a 6th-level poison spell.


    Before Alan could recover, a cloud of miasma suddenly formed on the lake surface a dozen meters away, changing from light to dense, and spreading into a pink mist in a dozen breaths.


    Fish in the lake seemed to be attracted by some quality in the mist, and they jumped out of the lake into the mist. They opened their small mouths and swallowed two mouthfuls of mist, and then the palm-sized fish had already turned their white bellies up. Corrosive gaps gradually appeared from their mouths and then spread throughout their bodies. In Alan''s naked eye, they quickly turned into a section of white bone, and at this time, the corpses of the white bones had not yet sunk to the bottom of the lake out of sight.


    Seeing this scene, Alan quickly moved back a few steps, keeping away from the direction the miasma was wandering, so as not to be troubled by this unknown miasma.


    A dangerous place is a dangerous place, and it''s naturally not a false reputation. Alan, who originally had enough confidence in his strength, adjusted his attitude in a short time after seeing these situations, and no longer dared to be careless and underestimate this place that seemed to have little danger.


    After checking the terrain and catching two freshwater fish more than three meters long from the lake, about a magic hour had passed. Thinking that Figglas was still waiting for him to go back and cook, Alan temporarily gave up the plan to further explore the terrain and hurried back with the captured ingredients.

 #588 - Three-way confrontation

    Chapter 568: A Three-Way Confrontation


    ¡°How exactly do we open the entrance to this ruin?¡±


    After resting for a full two days on the mountain peaks near Crescent Lake, Allen and Figglas warily and carefully searched their surroundings for any possible lurking pursuers.


    Only after confirming the area''s safety did Allen slowly ask a question that greatly concerned him.


    If Figglas hadn''t confidently asserted that the ruin''s exact location was in the Crescent Lake region, Allen wouldn''t have believed that this seemingly untouched primeval forest could conceal an ancient ruin.


    During those two days of rest, Allen, true to his nature, wasn''t idle.


    He kept an eye out while patrolling the area, trying to find traces of the so-called Mansa remnants who once lived there.


    However, the reality disappointed him.


    Even the most easily preserved stone building remnants were nowhere to be found, leading him to suspect that Figglas might have been mistaken about the location.


    ¡°Actually, I''m not entirely sure how to open this ruin!¡±


    Figglas raised his head sheepishly, his face full of apologetic smiles.


    The reason for resting these two days, aside from giving himself a chance to recover from his internal injuries, was also to seize the opportunity to search for traces of the ruin.


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    Allen was speechless.


    He hadn''t expected such an answer, and for a moment, he forgot to even be angry.


    ¡°But don''t worry, Allen.


    I''ve thoroughly studied the activation magic array depicted on the Heart of Radiance.


    The only thing troubling me is the ruin''s specific location.


    In the clan''s books, I only know that the Crescent Lake area is where the ruin once existed, but we''ll have to slowly explore and search for the exact location to activate the magic array.¡±


    Seeing Allen''s unpleasant expression, Figglas quickly explained, his tone sounding somewhat weak.


    ¡°Heh heh heh.¡±


    Allen finally reacted, looking at Figglas with resentment and emitting a cold laugh.


    ¡°Isn''t adventure exploration always like this?


    All clues must be found slowly.


    That''s what makes it rewarding, isn''t it?¡±


    Figglas mustered his courage, shaking his head repeatedly in defense, his eyes never daring to meet Allen''s.


    What else could Allen do?


    Now that they had arrived, he couldn''t just turn around and go home, wasting the past half-month.


    Since they were already here, despite the resentment in his heart, Allen quickly adjusted his mindset and began to traverse the vast foothills with Figglas, using the Heart of Radiance to search for the existence of the ruin''s passage.


    On the edge of the Nightshade Mountains, four or five figures were chasing each other, with the figures in the rear occasionally emitting dazzling magical glows, shooting at the agile figure in front.


    Either they missed due to the constantly changing position of the target, or they were affected by some kind of scroll or item thrown out by the target, detonating in mid-air.


    Only a few beams managed to hit the target, but they didn''t seem to have much of an impact.


    In reality, each magic spell cast by the lithe figure at the rear was quite powerful, as the spells that missed and struck the ground often caused a rumble, leaving behind a scene of devastation and ruin.


    ¡°Damn it, where is Kozmer?


    Why are Drow appearing here??¡±


    The troll Arielle constantly changed direction to avoid being locked on by the magic from behind, as well as the tricky bow and arrow attacks that were like a viper''s tongue.


    While dodging, Arielle couldn''t help but complain to the kobold Zorf behind him.


    The simultaneous appearance of two powerful tribal leaders from the wilderness in this land was certainly unusual.


    Arielle and Zorf, who had originally been flying in the sky to hasten their journey, never expected to encounter a Drow party in the forest below.


    As mentioned before, legendary beings emit relatively noticeable energy fluctuations when using flight skills.


    For Deborah, the legendary matriarch of the Drow party, this was as dazzling as a beacon in the night sky.


    The Drow, who had been lost and unsure of their direction, immediately regained their bearings upon encountering Arielle and Zorf.


    Deborah, along with her legendary archer Auben and sword dancer Dejour, began to pursue Zorf and Arielle.


    ¡°Heh heh heh, Chief Arielle, Chieftain Zorf, where do you think you''re going?


    Now that you''ve arrived in the territory of our Hochreich Federation, shouldn''t you at least greet the host?!¡±


    Deborah had only come out this time on a whim.


    She had grown tired of staying in Chillwind Hold for too long.


    After Stuart, the captain of her cavalry, told her about the hobgoblin and the dragon, she became interested and wanted to see why these wilderness powerhouses had suddenly appeared in the Chillwind region.


    In recent years, the powerhouses of the northern wilderness had been very well-behaved, especially after the troll and gnoll tribes retreated into Nasir Fortress.


    It had been many years since there had been a large-scale battle with the Drow.


    Now that the leaders of more and more northern wilderness tribes were appearing here, Deborah became increasingly excited, and even faintly regretted not thinking of sharing the feast, but instead bringing a few more powerful members of the Federation, so that the Drow could maintain the initiative no matter what happened next.


    However, given the Drow''s suspicious and fickle nature, even if Deborah had foreseen the current situation, she might not have really spread the news to let other Drow participate.


    The thought that had just appeared in her mind was just a fleeting idea.


    ¡°Hmph!!¡±


    Zorf coldly snorted, ignoring the other party''s words, and only focused on flying forward, while occasionally casting a few divine spells on himself and constantly searching for the figure of his fellow kobold Kozmer, who had invited him to Crescent Lake.


    Both being kobolds and having once been in the northern wilderness, it was impossible for there to be no connection between the two kobold powerhouses, Zorf and Kozmer.


    But what others didn''t know was that Zorf and Kozmer had actually known each other since their days of obscurity, and were even close friends who entrusted their lives to each other while searching for the path to legend.


    Although with the passage of time, the two powerful kobolds gradually lost contact due to their respective burdens and worldly affairs, the friendship forged in their early years was not so easily worn away.


    A few days ago, a kobold suddenly arrived with Kozmer''s personal token, finding Zorf and telling him about a very important opportunity. He was to invite Arier of the Snowmane tribe to quickly head north to the Crescent Lake in the Nightsorrow Mountains and meet him there.


    Although it wasn''t clear exactly what kind of opportunity would make Kozmer emphasize to Zorf in his letter, Zorf could tell from the content revealed between the lines that it seemed to have a significant relationship with the advancement of their legendary high-level powerhouses.


    Out of understanding and trust for Kozmer, and because the other party seemed to have persuaded Arier, the troll chieftain, Zorf carefully considered the matter and felt that it was indeed necessary to go north and see what Kozmer had discovered.


    Looking down from the high altitude towards the northeast, a crescent-shaped lake, like smiling lips, slowly revealed its true appearance from among the mountains. Seeing that they had reached the true meeting point, the serious expressions on the faces of Zorf and Arier finally gradually relaxed. As a familiar aura suddenly rushed out from the ground, the two displayed their weapons, ready for a counterattack.


    "I told you two to come here discreetly, how can you be discreet with such a big commotion!!!"


    The kobold Kozmer looked displeased and roared from afar in a gloomy tone.


    "We wanted to be discreet too, but we didn''t expect that there would be a drow matron in such a remote place!! Besides, you told us to get here within five days. If we didn''t fly over, do you think we could have made it in time by climbing over mountains on foot??"


    Zorf retorted forcefully, and with practiced skill, he cast a Haste spell on Kozmer''s advancing position. Kozmer didn''t dodge and passed right through the aura of the spell, his aura suddenly becoming even more profound. With a battle axe in each hand, he crashed straight into Dyor, the drow bladesinger at the front.


    Clang!!


    Dyor''s slender twin swords crossed in front of him, blocking the twin axes which bent into a crescent shape before being rebounded. Using the force of the twin axes, Dyor''s body quickly glided back, stopping about a meter away from his companion Auben.


    At the same time, Auben fired a series of arrows, shooting five or six long arrows in quick succession, directly blocking all of Kozmer''s advancing and maneuvering positions. The heavy and powerful arrows appeared in front of Kozmer in the blink of an eye. His eyes were bright and confident, and with a wave of his hands, he obliquely chopped out two axes, easily deflecting the arrows that were shot at him.


    Zorf turned his head and put up a lightning shield, blocking the Withering Flower spell cast by the drow matron Deborah from afar. The venomous energy slowly fell to the ground, instantly causing countless trees to wither and decay.


    "Hehe, so you have companions!"


    Deborah''s eyes were deep and full of allure. She looked at the suddenly appearing Kozmer with great interest, then turned her gaze to the ground and opened her dark lips to shout‹É•: "Clan Chief Allen, don''t hide, come out and meet us!!"


    With so many legendary powerhouses in the sky, even the unintelligent birds and beasts on the ground had noticed the energy fluctuations and were scurrying around in fear. How could Allen and Figglas, as powerhouses themselves, not have noticed?


    Figglas''s face was so gloomy that water could drip from it. If he had known that Kozmer was following behind him all along, Figglas would have found a place to ambush him. But now, thinking that he was safe and that there were no powerhouses around, he didn''t realize that the other party was hiding right under his nose. If the drow hadn''t suddenly appeared, Figglas and Allen would probably only have noticed the other party after finding the ruins and opening the passage.


    At that time, perhaps the other party would launch a surprise attack, inflicting a heavy blow on Figglas and Allen!!


    Allen''s expression was equally unsightly. He had carefully searched the surrounding area, but he still hadn''t found the kobold Kozmer. If the drow matron Deborah hadn''t suddenly appeared, Allen couldn''t predict what the other party would do after uniting with Arier and Zorf.


    After all, this involved the matter of a deity''s ruins. Zorf and Arier were both guys whose lifespans were coming to an end and had no hope of advancement. With their character and ambition, Allen wouldn''t be surprised if they did anything for even a sliver of hope of advancement.


    As for whether the other party knew about the ruins, Allen could tell from Kozmer''s persistent pursuit of the dragon Figglas in Crescent Lake over the years that this kobold probably knew something.


    "What should we do, do we need to show ourselves??"


    Figglas hesitated. It wasn''t that he was afraid of the guys in the sky, but the selfish dragon didn''t like sharing the resources in his hands with outsiders.


    "Let''s go up. They''ve already spoken, it seems they''re sure we''re hiding in this jungle. If we don''t go out, it will make us look guilty and afraid!!"


    Allen thought for a moment and made a decision. Anyway, the location of the ruins passage hadn''t been found yet. It was conceivable how difficult it would be to search this vast mountain range with only their strength. Allen didn''t have much time to waste searching for the passage. Instead of searching aimlessly, it would be better to see what these two groups of suddenly appearing guys in the sky knew.


    The Heart of Brilliance to open the ruins was in Figglas''s hands. If it really didn''t work, the two could just turn around and leave, and then bring people to search carefully after a few more years. Advancement and retreat were in Allen''s control, and Allen didn''t think there was anything to worry about.


    Since Allen had said so, Figglas naturally wouldn''t retreat. He had also been weighing the current situation just now, and he had a little understanding in his heart.


    Crack!!! Crack!!


    Whoosh!!


    In the low shrubbery, there was a burst of sounds of trees breaking. With a gust of wind, a graceful red dragon full of power rose slowly and appeared on the left side of the opposing sides, forming a triangular shape, suspended in the air facing each other.


    Allen''s figure appeared in the sky only a moment later than Figglas, his eyes were majestic and contemptuous. His own powerful strength was his greatest confidence at this time, and he was not worried at all because they were now the party with the fewest people in the field.


    "I didn''t expect to meet you in such a remote place. It''s really fate!!"

 #821 - Prepare to code

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 #822 - Chapter 789

    Getting ready to write.


    After a few days of rest, I intended to update with about 2000 words today, but when I wrote around 500, I suddenly realized I''d become hazy on the names of many characters. It seems playing too hard during the New Year isn''t a good thing after all. It''s time to get back to the daily grind!!


    Updates will resume from tomorrow, as the title says.

 #823 - resource

    ¡°This time, thanks to Lord Allen for speaking up for my Northern Territory and arguing on principle, we avoided the fate of being exploited by several clans again.¡±


    The Thorns Ring team has expanded another circle in the territory of Na''Muhl Fortress. Each scattered building has its own function, and the well-trained and burly warriors scattered around surround this area, which is enough to prove the area''s current status in the hearts of the ruling class of the Northern Territory.


    Of course, this area is not so vigilant on weekdays. Except for the annual routine meeting, it is rare to see a large number of troops guarding and alert like today. The reason is that the information suddenly came from Mansha City some time ago, which made the leaders of the Thorns Ring team realize the subtle situation, and then they contacted each other to convene an organization discussion meeting temporarily.


    ¡°Yes, everyone must have read the letter Lord Allen sent. We really need to prepare in advance.¡±


    ¡°Lord Allen is right. The Northern Territory is the foundation for our long-term reproduction. Since the last time the elf army invaded and revealed their ambition, I am afraid it will be difficult for our Northern Territory to stay out of it like last time.¡±


    ¡°¡­I am afraid that this time the elves will target my Northern Territory¡­¡±


    The representatives of the various clans attending this time are rarely the power figures in the clan, and there are also clan leaders like Tim and Bobier. Even the leaders of the two medium-sized tribes, Wildheart and Koryma, who are not yet qualified to join the Mansha Alliance, are sitting in the spacious conference hall of the castle.


    A group of strong men had serious expressions on their faces, and it could be seen that everyone felt a powerful and invisible pressure, which was slowly approaching the land where everyone had lived for countless years.


    The relationship between the Raven''s Claw clan and the Greenwood tribe is becoming more and more intimate. Whether it is the current leader Bobier or the hyena priest Cole who is trying to divide the power in Bobier''s hands, both strong men need to obtain the support of the Greenwood tribe in order to compete for power.


    Therefore, when Allen''s letter was delivered to the hands of these two hyena strongmen, they rarely put aside their prejudices and made a unified attitude at the meeting, and they all spoke in support of the proposals in Allen''s letter.


    ¡°This matter still needs to be considered in the long term. After all, the territory that the elves really value and regard as a threat is the Dwarf Kingdom.¡±


    ¡°Our Northern Territory is separated from the Elf Kingdom by the Tagan Desert, which is not small in area. It is not easy for them to dispatch troops on a large scale.¡±


    ¡°If I were their high-level officials, I would definitely not leave the dwarves, who are a greater threat, deeper hatred, and stronger temptation, alone, and run to target our barren Northern Wilderness!¡±


    Shifenqi, the chief of the Aman Shah tribe, had different opinions, and said his reasons calmly.


    ¡°Our tribe also thinks so.¡±


    Janrui, the elder representative of the Algang tribe, who is in the same line as the Aman Shah tribe, nodded in agreement.


    These two lizardmen tribes basically speak in unison in the Thorns Ring organization, and it is not surprising that their behaviors rarely diverge, and they have such an attitude at this time.


    Faced with the proposal in Allen''s letter to form a coalition army of various ethnic members like the Greenwood, Snomi, and other three-ethnic coalition forces to garrison the front line of Nasir Fortress and invest a lot of resources to defend against the elf army that they don''t know whether it will appear, the high-level officials of the two lizardmen tribes are still somewhat reluctant.


    For the two lizardmen tribes, the crisis from the elves is not urgent, because in front of them, there are several major forces such as Greenwood, Snomi, Raven''s Claw, and Drow resisting. If a war really breaks out, as long as these forces are not defeated, they will naturally be safe.


    Although it sounds like their two tribes are a bit short-sighted, the tribesmen who develop and reproduce are also very precious resources. Who would be willing to send them to the battlefield to die!


    At any rate, they should be offered a suitable bargaining chip so that the warriors of their tribe can die properly!


    ¡°Although my clan is not as powerful as the tribes behind the representatives present, as a member of the Northern Territory, my clan will never shirk the responsibility that we should bear.¡±


    ¡°Before coming to the meeting, I have already issued a conscription order to my clan and the surrounding affiliated tribes. At most, within three months, an army will go north to listen to the command of the commander of the coalition army.¡±


    The legendary ogre chieftain Nigaoer has more fat on his body, but what has changed even more is the vicissitudes on his face and the wisdom that flashes in his eyes from time to time.


    With the support of the Greenwood tribe over the years, the Wildheart clan has been thriving and has a good chance of becoming the next tribe to meet the standard of a formal member of the Mansha Alliance.


    Especially since the Greenwood tribe took the initiative to give up control of the vast mountainous area on the eastern foot of the Cato Mountains, and instead allowed members of the Thorns Ring organization to develop it together, it gave the Wildheart clan, which was sandwiched between the Greenwood and Uluk tribes, a buffer and direction for development.


    With so much support from Greenwood, Nigaoer also has a clear mirror in his heart, knowing what the other party wants. Therefore, when he saw a representative raising objections, Nigaoer, who looked like a mountain of flesh, said his opinion in a deep and serious voice.


    ¡°¡­¡­¡±


    The ogre chieftain''s statement not only made the faces of the two lizardmen representatives sink, but also made Trist, the dark elf representative of Koryma, who had almost the same strength and status as Wildheart, and was also the close partner of Greenwood tribe elder Koer, feel a little embarrassed and embarrassed.


    The Koryma clan, like the Wildheart tribe, is deeply cared for by the Greenwood tribe. It can even be said that the Koryma clan needs to follow the Greenwood tribe''s lead in order to have a stable living environment, and it does not have as much choice as the Wildheart.


    When he came, Trist was also instructed by Ted, the town guard, not to express his position too early, but to observe the attitudes of the representatives of the various clans before slowly deliberating.


    The dark elves also have their own difficulties. The last time the elves invaded the Greenwood Plains, the Koryma clan took the initiative to support them, which earned them a wave of favor among the high-level officials of the Greenwood tribe, but the price was that the 2,000 remote archers who supported them still lost hundreds of people.


    For other races in the wilderness, this loss is nothing, but for the dark elves, whose fertility rate is more than twice as low as that of the indigenous people of the wilderness, these losses of population really made Ted and the others feel heartbroken.


    Although Ted and Lydia have always understood in their hearts that if the elves really invade the Northern Territory, they, as a member of it, will inevitably not escape the fate of fighting them.


    ¡°Everyone!¡±


    Because the matter was of great importance, the representative of the Greenwood tribe attending this time was the legendary mage Albard, who should have been stationed in Green Lake Town. Only his wisdom could reassure Allen, and he could also understand the intentions of other representatives.


    ¡°The elves invading the Northern Territory is just one possibility. Perhaps we will be fully prepared and the elves will eventually choose their nemesis, the dwarves, as their target, and this possibility is even greater.¡±


    ¡°But this does not prevent our clans from preparing in advance and making the elves more afraid.¡±


    ¡°Just like what my clan leader said, the alliance may not give us more support until the elves'' invasion becomes a reality. Otherwise, in the current situation, we really cannot rely on the alliance.¡±


    ¡°This requires us to withstand their first wave of fierce offensive if the elves'' army really invades, and at the same time buy enough time for the alliance to reinforce us.¡±


    ¡°This is also the reason why my clan leader argued on principle for us at the alliance core level meeting and no longer allocated a large number of resources and manpower to the south.¡±


    ¡°If we don''t do our best to protect our own inherent land, then how can we expect other tribes in the alliance to fight for our interests!¡±

 #824 - Power struggle

    A month after the Thorn Ring organization held its temporary meeting, armies composed of various races gradually gathered in the southern hills of the Mulr Fortress.


    Although the hastily constructed military camps were simple, the banners atop the yurts fluttered in the breeze, and the deep shouts of the warriors resonated from time to time, involuntarily inspiring a sense of solemnity.


    The military camp was adjacent to the Mansa trade route, with no intention of avoiding passing merchants, attracting the attention and discussions of an endless stream of traders and tourists.


    Such a large movement would naturally not be in vain, and the merchants'' senses and ears were the most sensitive. Not only was the Northern Territory making frequent moves, but the tribes around the Mansa Wilderness were also taking measures to conscript and prepare supplies, indicating that something major was about to happen.


    Some merchants were worried, their faces gloomy. If turmoil were to rise again, it would be truly dangerous for them. However, there were also those wealthy and courageous individuals who rubbed their hands in anticipation, secretly hoarding various scarce resources, preparing to make a fortune.


    "City Lord Brennan, the supplies you need have been fully prepared. Please send someone to take inventory."


    On the towering fortress walls, the handsome and somewhat noble elf, Jay, accompanied the bear goblin city lord as they gazed south at the tranquil sunset scenery.


    As an established beneficiary, the Oakleaf Merchant Guild had already tasted its first sweetness. Nearly five hundred thousand gold coins'' worth of supplies had been transported from Mansa City to this place over several months, yielding profits more than ten percent higher than usual.


    Moreover, judging by the Northern Territory''s style, they would not stop at this one transaction. The Greenwild Tribe alone had placed a deposit of one million gold coins for supplies with the Oakleaf Merchant Guild, and several other tribes had also placed orders ranging from hundreds of thousands to millions of gold coins.


    Since helping Allen auction off the cooking recipes and promote the Magic Chef system, the Oakleaf Merchant Guild had developed a closer relationship with the Northern Territory.


    Also, because it had obtained the support of Allen, this newly advanced demigod pillar, and the Northern Territory, a place to gain a foothold and develop, it had obtained almost monopolistic trade rights with the various tribes of the Northern Territory. This allowed the merchant guild to stabilize its position under the increasingly strong and aggressive Natural Merchant Association.


    Even if the middle-aged elf, Jay, were to leave the background of the Ferran Luo family, his position in the Oakleaf Merchant Guild could be considered significant.


    However, the increasingly calm and wise elf merchant no longer had the youthful dream of returning to the safe and prosperous Mansa City to enjoy power. Instead, he had always maintained trade relations with the various tribes of the Northern Territory, especially the Greenwild Tribe, living and working in the Mulr Fortress garrison area for a long time.


    He was well aware that his current position in the moribund high-level of the merchant guild was not enough solely with the support of his family. If he wanted to go further and reach the absolute core of the merchant guild, he would have to further maintain his relationship with the various tribes of the Northern Territory.


    If considered from a merchant''s perspective, the supplies purchased by the various tribes of the Northern Territory this time would inevitably be delayed for a period of time in order to maximize the profits from these supplies.


    With the Oakleaf Merchant Guild''s eyes and ears spread across the north and south continents and the wilderness, it was not difficult to detect the clouds of war slowly enveloping the entire Feyman world. When war truly broke out, various strategic resources would become the most scarce and valuable items.


    For a large organization like the Oakleaf Merchant Guild, collecting and hoarding such resources was not an easy task, let alone for other forces and organizations.


    As long as this situation became more and more clear, the value of these strategic resources would become more and more expensive. With the Oakleaf Merchant Guild''s capabilities and confidence, as long as they wanted to hoard large quantities of supplies to maximize profits, it would be easier than collecting and transporting these supplies.


    However, in order to maintain the relationship with the various tribes of the Northern Territory, Jay still overruled all objections and mobilized the resources at his disposal to deliver the items currently needed by the various tribes of the Northern Territory to the Mulr Fortress in a timely manner.


    "Thank you, Mr. Jay. I wonder how long it will take for the next batch of supplies we ordered to arrive?"


    City Lord Brennan of the bear goblins asked slowly with a satisfied expression.


    "This... I''ll find a way to prepare them as soon as possible and send them to the fortress."


    Jay was still somewhat complacent, but when he heard Brennan''s question, his expression immediately became somewhat troubled.


    It should be known that the Greenwild Tribe was extremely wealthy. Not to mention anything else, the wealth sent to the Greenwild Tribe through Jay''s hands alone amounted to ten million gold coins. Moreover, in recent years, forces had successively purchased magic cuisine recipes from the Oakleaf Merchant Guild. Although the prices were not as expensive as when the recipes were first auctioned, the wealth flowing into the Greenwild Tribe over time was still staggering.


    Naturally, a tribe with such immense wealth would not be stingy with its purchases. Coupled with the purchases of members of various tribes in the Thorn Ring organization, even Jay, the northern director of a powerful merchant guild like the Oakleaf Merchant Guild, felt quite strained to meet the demand.


    "My tribe and the other tribes of the Thorn Ring will certainly remember this kindness."


    Brennan said gratefully.


    "This is as it should be. Our merchant guild has been able to thrive in the Northern Territory in recent years thanks to the care of the various leaders!"


    Jay replied humbly, and at the same time, changed the subject with a flattering tone.


    "Coming here this time and seeing so many valiant warriors gathered outside the city truly inspires awe!"


    "Still not as many as the elven armies in the north!"


    Although Brennan had not personally experienced the elven invasion of the Greenwild Plains a few years ago, he could still clearly judge the strength gap between the Greenwild Tribe''s army and the elven army from the most detailed battle reports sent to him later.


    At this time, in the endless and solemn military camps lined up on both sides of the wide trade route, countless wild indigenous warriors could often be seen forming formations and emitting a series of sonorous shouts, with the cold light of their weapons tearing through the air.


    It was just that the races and professions of these warriors were very chaotic. Until now, the most troublesome thing for the middle and high-level leaders of the coalition army was still how to disrupt these guys and reorganize them into reasonable military formations.


    What made the solemn atmosphere of this army even more ridiculous was that the warriors of this large army, numbering over 30,000, wore different types of leather armor, chainmail, and plate armor. Some looked no better than beggars, while others were dressed as flamboyantly as brothel madams.


    Although the several major tribes in the Thorn Ring organization had succumbed to the might of the demigod Allen and were moved by Albad''s rational persuasion, ultimately deciding to send warriors to gather at the Mulr Fortress and begin preliminary training, they also had their own little thoughts in their hearts. Not many of the elite warriors belonging to their respective tribes were dispatched, but some people were conscripted from their vassal tribes to make up the numbers.


    Only the two or three thousand warrior squads sent by the Wildheart and Corima tribes still had some semblance of regular troops.


    Anyway, in the eyes of the high-level leaders of these major tribes, the warriors sent to the Mulr Fortress for gathering and training were mostly cannon fodder. If a war really broke out, the first to die could not be the members of their own tribes.


    Albad and the others were as clear as mirrors about the thoughts of these tribes, and they were not too disappointed. At least the first batch of warriors sent still met the requirements: no lower than level 6 warrior, strong body without disabilities, and in their prime.


    Even when these requirements were initially proposed, Albad had already guessed how the other three tribes, apart from the alliance, would respond. Now that the other party''s choice was as expected, it was exactly what Albad wanted.


    Although the overall quality and equipment of the manpower drawn from the vassal tribes of the other tribes were somewhat lacking, they were not without advantages. That was, they would be very obedient to leadership, know how to endure, and would not have the qualifications or confidence to cause trouble in the upcoming iron-blooded training by relying on the strength of their own tribes.


    "Ha!!"


    "Kill!!"


    "Pa!!"


    "Didn''t you eat?"


    ......


    The means of whipping and strictness rose and fell in the military camp. The resident soldiers and generals of the three-tribe council in the past had now become the backbone of training this group of new recruits, applying all the suffering they had endured in the past to this group of new recruits. This made the gnolls, trolls, and goblin warriors feel very excited, and their enthusiasm was also very full.


    Brennan looked at all of this, but he didn''t quite agree, and even had some complaints, because many of the supplies they had purchased from the Oakleaf Merchant Guild with their tribe''s money had to be invested in this group of warriors, most of whom had nothing to do with the Greenwild Tribe.


    This decision was made by Elder Albad, and it was also supported by Elder Cole, which made it impossible for Brennan to oppose it, even if he wanted to.


    He really couldn''t understand why the wealth and resources that the tribe had worked so hard to accumulate had to be given to this group of outsiders, even if most of these resources and equipment were the most basic and the individual value might not be great.


    In Brennan''s view, it would be better to invest these things in their own tribesmen than to use them on these rabble, which would still help to improve the strength of the tribe''s warriors.

 #1061 - Oak Pope

    Chapter 1025: Alone


    The lengthy conversation continued for several days in this gloomy demiplane, and the mood of the temple representatives was as heavy as the sky in this place.


    The church had grown accustomed to its dominant position in the wilderness for so many years, but it never seemed to consider that its perceived strength was like a castle in the air, vulnerable to being punctured or having its inflated shell burst at any moment.


    Just as Allen had analyzed, the Green Field and the Six Northern Tribes, seemingly weak in the eyes of the temple churches, could cause earth-shattering changes to the wilderness, which had maintained its status quo for tens of thousands of years, if they were determined to oppose the temple.


    Unless, after leaving this demiplane, the representatives of the four churches could persuade the temple to reach a consensus and dispatch the backbone forces hidden within the demiplane by their respective churches to suppress the Green Field tribe and the Beastmen Saint with decisive force before they could complete their actions, it might be possible to temporarily stabilize the current situation in the wilderness.


    But was that possible?


    Although the representatives hadn''t discussed it yet, they had already made a negative answer in their minds after weighing the situation. The strength of the major churches of the temple in the demiplane was also at its lowest point in ten thousand years. In order to launch a counterattack against humans and weaken and contain their powerful war potential, the temple had transferred a large number of elites from the demiplane to the wilderness allied forces to fight alongside them.


    Even if the temple could now assemble an elite legion to suppress the six northern tribes, the price, consequences, and impact would still cause great trouble and obstacles to the subsequent counterattack against humans, and even lead to the collapse of the counterattack allied forces.


    And even if the northern tribes were suppressed, who could guarantee that Allen, the Beastmen, could be killed on the battlefield in this battle?


    As long as this culprit was not eliminated, then, as threatened by this powerful Beastmen whose individual strength had reached the limit that the Feyman world could bear, comparable to the existence of a real god, if he focused on destroying and slaughtering the periphery of one or two church forces, it would be an unimaginable disaster for the targeted church.


    It should be known that this Beastmen was only 500 years old at most. According to the lifespan of a Saint, he still had more than a thousand years to live. Over these long years, which church force could withstand the terrifying consequences of constantly decreasing believers and the continuous decline of the church and the god''s strength?


    "...Your Excellency''s request and all the contents of this conversation will be truthfully relayed to the temple and His Holiness the Pope. As for the final result, it may not be as you wish. I hope you will think twice about your next choices and decisions."


    If the temple representatives who came to meet Allen at the beginning had a somewhat condescending attitude, then with the in-depth exchanges and debates over the past few days, at least these representatives had understood Allen and the attitude of the forces he led. Their arrogant attitude had been completely dispelled by Allen''s words.


    At this time, the meeting between the two sides came to an end. Even though Garfield hated Allen to the bone, he still showed a more humble posture than at the beginning of the meeting, and bid farewell to Allen.


    "My choice will ultimately depend on the attitude and choice of the temple. While asking me to think twice, you should also find a way to prevent me from making the worst decision."


    "After this meeting, I will wait in Green Lake City for the final reply from the churches behind you."


    "I hope this time will not be too late, after all, I can''t wait too long, otherwise the risks and costs that I and my tribe have to bear will be too high."


    Allen also couldn''t hide his exhaustion. The burden on his body caused by repeated battles was too great. Now, he was engaged in an intellectual struggle with several temple representatives, having to consistently show strength while retaining enough leeway to make the other party feel his sincerity. Every word had to be weighed repeatedly in his mind before it was spoken, and the mental exertion was no less than a battle.


    "We understand, we will definitely give you a reply as soon as possible."


    The five people nodded with heavy expressions.


    As Allen activated a magical item given to him by Gavin, a tremor suddenly came from the center of the devastated square. Soon, a teleportation array in the form of an altar appeared in front of several people. When Allen walked to the front of the array and embedded jewels of inestimable value into the gaps left on the array, gentle magic fluctuations rose from the array, and an invisible arch in the shape of a rainbow slowly formed.


    "High Priest Garfield, please stay. I would like to say a few more words to you alone. Please convey them to His Holiness Saint Quentin."


    Just as the five temple representatives were about to step into the array, Allen suddenly spoke again, asking the troll high priest Garfield to stay.


    Hearing Allen''s words to stay, Garfield''s leg movement paused, and his heart couldn''t help but beat faster, but then he quickly returned to normal. After quickly weighing the situation in his mind, he signaled to his companions with his eyes, asking them to leave first.


    Since Allen could allow him and his forces to maintain their current state in order to persuade the temple, it meant that the other party would not easily deal with him, otherwise his efforts for so many days would have been in vain.


    "Your Excellency Allen, what else do you need me to bring back to His Holiness?"


    After the other four people passed through the array, Garfield tried his best to maintain a calm and indifferent posture, staring intently at Allen.


    "I just want to remind the members of the Church of Nature of one thing: don''t forget your real opponent in the temple."


    "Although the Father of the Oak seems to have fallen into eternal slumber from various deeds, as long as his church and believers still exist, then he will still have the day to be resurrected. The Church of Nature inherited most of the authority and power after the Father of the Oak''s eternal slumber. If one day, the Father of the Oak suddenly reclaims his throne, how will His Holiness Obai, the God of Nature, deal with himself? Will he willingly return the inherited authority to the Father of the Oak? ?"


    "Although the Father of the Oak waking up from eternal slumber is only a very small probability, as long as the three major churches of the Oak camp continue to promote his ideas and continue to develop his believers, then he still has the possibility of waking up, and even his probability of waking up is far greater than my ascending to the throne."


    "If the Church of Nature supports my current path and is willing to give me a guarantee and a promise, then the Northern Territory, as the main base of the Father of the Oak''s believers, will have one more powerful competitor, and the chance of the Father of the Oak waking up will naturally be lower."


    ¡°The other churches of the Temple are only worried that if I ascend to godhood in the future, I will become a competitor for believers behind their gods. However, considering the current predicament faced by the Temple, you should need more powerful assistance,¡±


    ¡°I can promise the Church of Nature here that before I truly reach the summit, the Church of the Food God under my control will never cross the Northern Territory''s sphere of influence.¡±


    ¡°Anyway, the Church of Nature''s territory and followers are not within my Northern Territory. In a sense, we shouldn''t be opponents but partners who can cooperate.¡±


    ¡°When I develop believers in the Northern Territory, I am actually competing with the Oak Church, which is also indirectly curbing the chances of the Oak Father''s awakening, wouldn''t you agree?¡±


    There are no eternal friends or eternal enemies. The three major churches of the Oak camp have a close relationship with the Green Field Tribe. Regarding the existence of the Food God Church, they seem to be more friendly and calm. However, Allen is very clear about the competitive relationship between them. Their current friendliness may be a cover for the thunderous killing intent that follows.


    Moreover, my actions are not a betrayal in essence. Over the years, the Oak Church has been able to gain a foothold in the Northern Territory, which is ultimately due to Allen''s support behind the scenes. Otherwise, even if the Oak Church has some foundation in the Northern Territory, if the Church of Nature camp really wants to intervene, it would not be easy for the Oak Church, which no longer has a main god to rely on, to resist.


    Allen cannot say these words to any church. Even if this fact occurs, it will not have much impact on other churches. Only the God of Nature, Obai. Hai, who inherited most of the Oak Father''s inheritance, will never allow the Oak Father to awaken from eternal sleep, because there is a fundamental conflict of interest between them.


    ¡°Chief Allen, I will truthfully report what you said to His Holiness the Pope.¡±


    Garfield''s face was solemn and rigid, never letting Allen see any emotional changes. Only after confirming that Allen had nothing else to say did he step into the teleportation portal.


    Allen also did not stay in this demi-plane for long. He then followed the steps of the temple representatives through the teleportation portal, returning to the familiar and wonderful material world.


    ¡°How is it? Was everything settled?¡±


    Although he was not in the demi-plane, with the wisdom of a demigod mage, he could basically guess the content of the conversation that took place in the demi-plane. At this time, seeing Allen come out, and the figures of the two temple representatives who had been watching from afar had turned into black dots, gradually disappearing into the sky, Jarvin asked with a smile.


    ¡°Anyway, I have done everything I can do. The problem of choice is left to them.¡±


    Allen responded blankly and leisurely.


    I have never liked the feeling of giving the initiative to others. From the first day he became the chief of the Green Field Tribe, he had been working hard to get rid of this predicament. However, even now that he has reached the pinnacle of power in the Fayman world, he still has not been able to do what he wanted to do in the first place.


    ¡°I believe there will be a good result.¡±


    Jarvin can understand the mood of the bear goblin in front of him, because he not only has very detailed information about the bear goblin, but also a prediction made by scholars trained by the Assassin''s Guild, so he can guess the conversation inside. He could guess the attitude of the temple representatives and their possible choices in the future.


    ¡°Hopefully.¡±


    Allen withdrew his gaze, and his eyes became firm again: ¡°Send the bill for renting the demi-plane and using the teleportation array directly to my tribe''s representative in Mansha City, and they will prepare the reward and hand it over to you.¡±


    ¡°Those are all small problems. We trust your character.¡±


    Jarvin smiled slightly and said freely: ¡°Of course, if you are willing to provide master-level dishes to our guild on a regular basis, then we are willing to waive the fee this time.¡±


    ¡°Regular? What kind of regularity?¡±


    Although it was just a transaction of several million gold coins, Allen was still a little interested. Anyway, he was already in debt, and before a tribe magician chef came out to help him share the burden, he would have to pick up pots and pans and do a big job every once in a while.


    In that case, it doesn''t seem to matter if there is one more or one less dish, as long as the tribe can prepare the corresponding ingredients, then he will only spend ten and a half months more.


    ¡°For example, provide our guild with one or two dishes every ten years, and we will give you a return according to the market price. Or you can give us a list of the ingredients you need, we will prepare the ingredients ourselves, and then pay you a cooking labor fee?¡±


    As soon as Jarvin heard Allen''s question, knowing that there was hope, he immediately offered his conditions: ¡°We will no longer charge intermediary fees for tasks hung in the guild in the name of the Green Field Tribe in the future.¡±


    ¡°Two dishes every thirty years, you can send someone to discuss the specific settlement with Albard later.¡±


    Allen thought for a while, then gave his answer.


    The Assassin''s Guild is also an organization that cannot be offended. This time they are willing to rent the demi-plane to themselves, which is considered to be a favor to them, and now agreeing to the other party''s request is considered a reward.


    ¡°No problem!¡±


    Jarvin didn''t mean to bargain at all, and agreed immediately, with a bit of joy in his eyes.


    This time, taking the opportunity to propose cooperation with Allen on magic dishes, he was prepared for Allen to refuse, after all, according to his understanding of the character of this bear goblin chief, he generally would not like to be troubled by trivial matters.


    ¡°Then it''s settled, I''ll send someone to send a batch of ingredients over in a few days.¡±


    ¡°Okay.¡±


    Allen nodded, and then prepared to say goodbye and leave. Next, he still has a lot of things to be busy with, such as meeting with the powerful figures of the three major churches in the Oak camp.


    As long as these two camp churches, which have great influence in the temple, are settled, even if the remaining few churches, which have always been relatively neutral, are still hostile to Allen and the Food God Church, it is estimated that it will be difficult to promote the temple''s actions to deal with him. As for them using the power of their own churches to suppress and contain the Food God Church, with the current strength of the Green Field Tribe and the Thorns Ring, Allen is not so worried.


    However, when meeting with the representatives of the three churches in the Oak camp, there is no need to ask Jarvin to help prepare the venue. He will directly host a banquet for the other party in the inner city manor of Mansha City. I believe that with their close relationship, they will naturally not be afraid of Allen setting up any traps in it, nor will they talk about the need to do anything.


    There are still 5 days left in the end of the month, and I will be fully diligent. Next month, I can rest assured to be absent from work...

 #1062 - The Dilemma of the Temple

    Returning to Mansa City, to prepare for the meeting with representatives from several churches of the Oakwood Alliance, Allen once again took up his cooking utensils and personally prepared a table of magical dishes to demonstrate his close relationship with the Oakwood Alliance.


    The cooking process created quite a magical tide, causing a commotion in the inner city. Many discerning people in Mansa City knew at a glance that a master chef had created something good, and since it happened in the Green Field Tribe''s castle, everything was self-evident.


    That day, many people knocked on the door, wanting to pay a visit, but they were all stopped outside the castle by the Green Field Tribe''s elite warriors.


    Thanks to Allen''s thirty years of diligent study, his culinary skills were indeed worthy of his reputation. Although the ingredients prepared by his people were not top-notch, he still managed to cook a magical dish with an aura reaching the threshold of the grandmaster level among the dozen or so magical dishes he prepared.


    After making thorough preparations, Allen sent invitations to the three churches of the Oakwood Alliance. As expected, all three churches sent several heavyweight figures to attend the banquet. Surprisingly, Pope Felitz of the Oakwood Cathedral personally attended, which not only flattered Allen but also astonished other wilderness powerhouses and church forces who heard about it.


    Being able to have a Pope personally attend a banquet arranged by oneself was something that almost no one in the hundred or so tribal forces in the wilderness could achieve, not even the other four Pillars. This also indirectly dispelled the rumors circulating among the people about the discord between the Green Field Tribe and the Temple Church, and it made many tribal forces who had been hesitating to get close to the Green Field Tribe begin to stir.


    "I didn''t expect Your Holiness to personally attend the banquet. The reception is a bit simple, please forgive me."


    This was not the first time Allen had met the kind old man with a full head of gray hair but a vigorous spirit, but every meeting with him brought a different feeling, as if the other person was an oak tree constantly changing its shape and color, sometimes with a strong natural aura and sometimes like withered and fallen wood, always making a deep impression.


    "This is simple??"


    Accompanied by Nordin, the Knight Commander who had advanced to demigod, Felitz sat on the narrow side of the long table, facing Allen''s main seat from afar.


    While sitting down, Felitz pointed to the dozen or so dishes that had already been brought to the table in food boxes and smiled warmly.


    "These are good things that you can''t taste even if you spend hundreds of thousands of gold coins outside. If it were me hosting everyone, I definitely wouldn''t dare to be so extravagant."


    Allen smiled sheepishly and didn''t dare to reply.


    The other two churches sent the chief archbishops of the Department of Holy Rituals and the Department of Sacred Affairs, respectively, who were the first and second in line to inherit the papacy in their respective churches, demonstrating the importance they attached to Allen''s banquet, no less than the Natural Church Alliance.


    For the Oakwood Alliance, the Northern Territory led by Allen had become a significant force in the wilderness. At the same time, it was also one of the few regions where the Oakwood Cathedral''s believers were steadily increasing, naturally attracting the attention of the Oakwood Cathedral.


    In fact, the Oakwood Alliance now had a very complex attitude towards Allen and the Northern Territory he led.


    On the one hand, they needed the existence of the Northern Territory to safeguard the security of the northern border of the wilderness. At the same time, a rapidly developing and growing region was of vital importance to the Oakwood Cathedral''s absolute priority task of preaching and accumulating the power of faith to resurrect the Father of the Oak Tree, so they did not want turmoil and unrest to occur in the Northern Territory and hoped it would continue to develop in this way.


    But precisely because of the current mission of their cathedral, an unavoidable contradiction and entanglement had arisen between the path taken by Allen, the Gnoll, and they did not want the Gnoll leader to continue developing his pseudo-church and could not tolerate the absorption of excellent believers in the Northern Territory into the Food God Church.


    However, as the church with the closest relationship with Allen and the Green Field Tribe, and since the Green Field Tribe still outwardly regarded the Oakwood Cathedral as the tribe''s path of faith, Felitz and the others understood Allen''s character very well, knowing that his decisions were basically impossible to shake, and at the same time, his strength made many underhanded methods ineffective and might even trigger a terrible backlash.


    As for the New Sprout and Ranger Churches, their interests were basically consistent with the Oakwood Cathedral, and their base was in the central and north-central part of the Mansa Wilderness, so in dealing with Allen and the Green Field Tribe, they naturally prioritized the attitude of the Oakwood Cathedral and watched how they would choose.


    After a few rounds of toasts and greetings, the atmosphere became more and more harmonious, and then the eight or nine people in the room brought the topic back to the main track. Allen continued to present the pros and cons of what he had said to the representatives of the Natural Church and others.


    However, when talking to the Oakwood Alliance representatives led by Pope Felitz, Allen''s tone was less threatening and more sincere in his request.


    "¡­ The ideals and consistent actions and sacrifices of His Holiness Sylvanas are the only idols that I, Allen. Witt, have sincerely admired and followed since I grew up."


    "In fact, it was also He who finally made me determined to embark on the path to godhood."


    "It''s just that I don''t have His Holiness Sylvanas''s broad-mindedness. I can''t be as selfless as He is. I only hope that my Green Field Tribe can continue for a long time until the day the Fae Realm comes to an end."


    "But I still agree with His Holiness''s ideals. Only a nature with a more prosperous and diverse race and biological ecosystem can go further and longer in the Fae Realm, which is consistent with my own pursuit in terms of interests."


    "Only by maintaining the balance between overly strong civilizations can we prevent war from destroying the land we live on and allow my Green Field Tribe to exist forever."


    "Therefore, whether I ultimately succeed or fail in the future, my Green Field Tribe will be a loyal follower of the Oakwood Cathedral, and the Northern Territory will also be a solid stronghold of the Oakwood Alliance."


    "Of course, if I succeed in reaching the top by chance at that time, then I also swear here with my warrior''s honor that I will be closely united around the three Oakwood Cathedrals and be the closest allies and partners!!"


    Allen''s face and eyes seemed so sincere, at least in Felitz''s wise eyes, which went straight to the Gnoll''s heart, and he couldn''t find any sense of disharmony or falsehood.


    "Lord Allen, you should be clear that the Temple is also in a very difficult situation now. The southern counter-offensive led by the Natural Church Alliance and your Wilderness Alliance''s Pillar Da Vinci has made significant progress and achievements, but the losses have also been very heavy. Many tribal members of the Mansa Alliance have been complaining in private and may launch an attack at the alliance council at any time."


    ¡°Although we don''t entirely agree with the views of the Church of Nature, now that they have initiated the counterattack in the south, we can''t obstruct them or hold them back. Therefore, we can only try our best to cooperate with their actions.¡±


    ¡°If we allow the existence of the Food God Church you''ve created this time, what do you think will be the consequences when other forces in the Wildlands find out about this matter??¡±


    ¡°Other things are easier to handle. Most of the tribal powerhouses in the Wildlands are not qualified to embark on that path of no return. However, the five pillars of your alliance all have their own spheres of influence. The foundations of the other four are even stronger than your Northern Territory. If they also imitate your behavior and embark on this path together, how do you think the Temple should deal with it??¡±


    ¡°Especially Saint Davinci, his advancement to Saint was much earlier than yours. In addition, considering the time he spent as a Legend and Demigod, I remember he should be over 2300 years old now.¡±


    ¡°Although the lifespan of a Saint is long, it''s not eternal. 2500 years old is the limit for a Saint. This means Davinci has only about 200 years of lifespan left.¡±


    ¡°Therefore, his pursuit of extending his lifespan should be the most urgent. If we open this door for you, then Davinci, that kobold, will probably follow suit and create a pseudo-god faith.¡±


    Felitz didn''t speak. Instead, Archbishop Edward Sandy from the Holy Affairs Department of the New Sprouts Church, sitting on his left, spoke. Although Stoneblind barbarians are born blind and cannot see, when Allen met his gaze, he could still feel a seemingly real gaze from the other''s gray-white eyes. It was the other party''s substantial mental perception, a deceptive behavior.


    ¡°If we condone your behavior and suppress his, then he might not be willing to accept it, thinking that the Temple is hypocritical and discriminatory. At that time, it will inevitably cause chaos and turmoil in the Mansha Wildlands, and even lead to the disintegration of the alliance.¡±


    The other church leaders nodded in agreement. It was because they were friendly and close to Allen that they revealed the true concerns of the church. Otherwise, they would have acted according to the inherent unspoken rules without giving any explanation, like the Church of Nature.


    ¡°This is actually not a problem. The Temple doesn''t need to intervene. I will personally handle these matters when the time comes!!¡±


    For the sake of his own path forward, Allen would no longer consider the camaraderie of his Wildlands Alliance allies. Whoever''s actions threatened his path would become his enemy and opponent.


    ¡°The Temple must maintain a neutral attitude on matters concerning the Wildlands tribes, so as to avoid being feared and resented by them. However, as a member of the Wildlands tribes myself, I don''t need to have these concerns. Any conflicts or fights between us can be attributed to the struggle for power within the alliance.¡±


    Upon hearing this, the faces of the Temple representatives turned cold. Although they had long understood that Allen, this gnoll, would likely not turn back, they had not expected his will to be so firm.


    ¡°But if you do this, it will also be a heavy blow to the Mansha Alliance, weakening the overall strength of the alliance.¡±


    On the other side, Archbishop Laurien of the Ranger Church''s Sacred Rites Department couldn''t help but ask with some anger and a cold tone.


    ¡°In the previous thousand years, the Mansha Alliance only had Davinci as a Saint, didn''t it? Now that I have replaced him, how can you say that the strength of the Mansha Alliance has been weakened??¡±


    Allen puffed out his chest and replied°ÔÆø: ¡°Could it be that my strength, which includes killing a human Bloodlust Saint and seriously injuring a mage Saint, is not as good as Davinci, that warlock who relies on his dragon bloodline to establish himself??¡±


    ¡°I''m not looking down on the foundations of the churches behind you, but to be honest, I think there are probably not many powerhouses in your churches who can face me head-on without being at a disadvantage!!¡±


    Powerful confidence emanated from Allen''s words, causing the faces of the influential figures present to twitch, clearly stimulated, but unable to refute what Allen said.


    ¡°It''s good to be young!! Look at our brave and invincible gnoll, such an imposing aura!!¡±


    Pope Felitz suddenly spoke, his magnetic voice dispersing the somewhat heavy atmosphere.


    ¡°If I had your boldness and courage back then, then the Mansha Wildlands might be a different scene now!!¡±


    ¡°...Your Holiness doesn''t need my so-called boldness and courage, because this thing is really a product of being forced to put on a brave face. With your current vast wisdom and broad mind, the Oak Throne has plenty of warriors with courage and imposingness.¡±


    Allen humbly lowered his head, restrained his unrestrained temperament, and became calm again. As his strength improved again, Allen, who had completely restrained his aura at this time, suddenly seemed to have turned into a goblin, becoming ordinary and unremarkable. The huge contrast made the surrounding people feel both surprised and secretly wary.


    This gnoll seemed docile and submissive in front of the Pope, but in reality, he was using this return to simplicity to demonstrate his strength.


    ¡°Hahaha, Clan Chief Allen is not as simple and straightforward as the outside world´«ÎÅsays. A few words have made me feel very gratified!!¡±


    The slightly heavy atmosphere became relaxed again with the intervention of His Holiness the Pope.


    Next, the Green Field Servants replenished new dishes and drinks. The heads of the three churches stayed with Allen in the castle until late at night before they dispersed.


    Allen had no way of judging what the old Pope, who had always looked kind and amiable, was thinking. He didn''t have many bargaining chips in his hand, and whether he could move the other party was unknown. He could only hope that they were really as close to Green Field as they showed, otherwise everything he was doing now would be in vain.


    However, man proposes, God disposes. Whether it succeeds or not depends on whether the Goddess of Luck is willing to bless him.


    Putting away the emotions in his heart, Allen continued to prepare ingredients and cook. He still had to send invitation letters to several neutral churches, to test their attitudes face-to-face, so that he could be mentally prepared.


    After meeting all the people he should meet and sending out the gifts that should be sent, Allen no longer stayed in Mansha City, dragging his tired and exhausted body back to the Green Field Tribe.


    The territory of the Green Field Tribe was Allen''s next main battlefield. No matter what consensus the Temple of Nature would eventually reach internally, he had to plan and prepare in advance. He couldn''t just say intimidating words without corresponding practical actions as support. Those guys in the Temple might think he was just alarmist.

 #1063 - Allens Preparation

    Chapter 1027: The Difficulties of the Temple


    "...Give that wild bear ten guts!!! I don''t think he dares to collude with the elves!!!"


    Inside the Temple of Nature, dozens of high-level members from eleven churches gathered to engage in a heated debate regarding the matter of Allen, who had already made his position clear.


    Among the eleven churches, only one was a native wilderness church: the Centaur Church, which possessed independent territory and a single race, forming an existence similar to a human kingdom. The other ten churches belonged to foreign gods whose believers were scattered throughout every corner of the Mange Wilds.


    Marshall, the representative of the Beast Brotherhood, was the one speaking most fiercely at the meeting. With a face full of indignation and rage, he roared his attitude in front of a group of his comrades, never considering that he was also of bear-goblin descent. His words inadvertently included himself.


    Although Eliath, the chief priest of their church, had previously conveyed to the Beast Brotherhood''s leaders the content of the conversation that Allen had asked him to relay, and had also expressed his own views based on his feelings when he met Allen, it did cause the Brotherhood''s higher-ups to fall into deep thought.


    In such a large church organization, there would always be different voices. However, the fact that the Beast Brotherhood''s leader sent such a resolute and impassioned representative to this temple meeting attended by all church members was very thought-provoking.


    "He really has a lot of guts. A goblin running to the front line to challenge two human saints in succession¡­ It seems that no genius in our wilderness has done such a thing in at least ten thousand years!!"


    "If you''re not convinced by his direct threat, then you can also challenge him, or have your church''s strongmen go out together to see if they can kill him!!"


    "As long as he''s killed, wouldn''t the things we''re worried about now be easily solved??"


    Masi, the centaur paladin sitting at the very edge of the oval table, wore a sarcastic smile on his face, taunting the fellow who had burst into a rage from the start.


    Upholding the attitude of the oracle descended by Ke Rong, Masi also clearly expressed their church''s stance at this time. After all, among the dozen or so major races in the entire wilderness for so many years, only their centaur branch had a formal identity in this Temple of Nature.


    Other native-born races, such as the god of kobolds, the god of lizardmen, and the god of gnolls, had all been labeled as evil gods and false gods by the Temple of Nature, and they could never obtain the Temple of Nature''s approval. For so many years, the higher-ups of the Centaur Church had suffered enough from being squeezed out and suppressed by these temple companions, and they naturally understood the true thoughts of Ke Rong, their Lord of Service.


    "What do you mean??"


    Marshall turned his bear face and stared straight at Masi, who was comfortably lying on a specially made recliner.


    "It''s just the literal meaning. If anyone present can come up with a plan with a success rate of over 70% that can ensure the killing of this bear goblin, then my church is naturally willing to contribute manpower and resources to act together with everyone."


    "But if we can''t come up with an executable plan here, then I''m sorry, my church doesn''t plan to get involved."


    "Otherwise, if the plan fails and the entire wilderness treats us as a joke, we can''t afford to lose face!!"


    Masi''s lazy voice echoed in this large inner hall, and the faces of the representatives present couldn''t help but furrow their brows.


    "Alright!!"


    Garfield, the green-robed grand master of the Holy Ritual Department of the Church of Nature, who personally participated in the meeting with Allen, acted as the host of this meeting. He gently knocked on the wooden hammer in front of him, and interrupted the meaningless quarrel between the two representatives with a dignified expression.


    "The purpose of gathering everyone together for this meeting is to discuss and brainstorm a plan based on the strength and attitude shown by this bear goblin, as well as the known information he has under his command. At the very least, we have to come up with an attitude in order to determine how to deal with this bear goblin next!!"


    "Now, we will only talk about how to deal with the bear goblin, and not engage in meaningless emotional output¡­"


    None of the church leaders were present at the scene. After all, the matter of a bear goblin saint was just that; dispatching dozens of high-level temple members was already considered extremely important to the other party. If leaders like the Pope were to appear, it would instead add glory to Allen''s face if it were to spread out.


    However, although the Popes were not present, the second and third most powerful figures in each church were present. With them there, it was naturally equivalent to the appearance of the Pope.


    The discussion didn''t really yield any results. First of all, everyone really couldn''t come up with any effective methods to target the bear goblin saint, unless they could dispatch five or more god avatars, coupled with an elite team of demigod-level mages and druids, or be able to guarantee a 70-80% success rate in killing the bear goblin leader.


    However, this was obviously not so realistic. Not to mention whether the churches could persuade the existence above them to divide their spirits and descend, the consumption of excellent bodies and the enormous consumption of the power of faith required for this divine descent were probably worth discussing.


    Now, the slaughter between the wilderness and the southern humans is in full swing. No one can predict what kind of plans the humans will make next. The wilderness, which is already in a relatively weak position, if they invest their limited power in internal strife, when the Temple of Nature needs to increase its investment in the human front, how will they deal with it??


    The divine descent of a god is not something that can be successful anytime and anywhere. It not only consumes a large amount of the power of faith stored by the god, but also the interval between the division of spirits and the descent will be relatively long. After being marked by the Will of Feiman and expelled from the material world, it will have to wait until the aura beacon locked by the Will of Feiman completely disappears before it can return to the world of Feiman again.


    What''s more, Allen himself is a member of the wilderness tribe. Even if his rise has only been a few hundred years, if the temple cannot produce conclusive evidence to prove that he has betrayed the wilderness and harmed the interests of the wilderness, he, as one of the five pillars of the alliance, cannot be easily moved.


    Otherwise, these wilderness tribes, who are already complaining privately, may use this matter as an excuse to start fighting with the temple, at least making the counter-offensive situation in the south, where countless warriors have already sacrificed, impossible to continue.


    And this is a result that the Temple of Nature can absolutely not accept, because they are very clear that, given the current control of the temple over the wilderness, this may be the only counter-offensive opportunity within a thousand years. If this counter-offensive cannot obtain enough war results and cause irreparable losses to humans, then, given the huge difference in reproduction and recovery ability between the wilderness and humans, it won''t be long before humans will make a comeback and annex more wilderness territories.


    "¡­If it really doesn''t work, let''s deal with this bear goblin in the same way as before."


    After a debate, from day to night and from night to day, dozens of strongmen spoke until their mouths were dry. If they hadn''t reached the realm of strength where they no longer needed tangible food as a supplement, they might all be hungry at this moment.


    Garfield finally couldn''t help but reveal the method they had used for tens of thousands of years to deal with many opponents as troublesome as Allen. However, this method carried significant risks and consequences, and they were unwilling to resort to it unless absolutely necessary.


    "The problem is that this hobgoblin isn''t like the powerful figures we dealt with in the past. If we allow him to develop, he might truly become too big to control!!"


    Marshall still held an opposing view, but days of continuous debate had lessened his fiery temper. The various plans devised to address the hobgoblin''s situation couldn''t guarantee success, and everyone couldn''t bear the consequences of a failed plan. As a result, his emotional outbursts lessened, and his tone became less assertive when discussing the hobgoblin.


    The so-called "powerful figures" Marshall mentioned were the geniuses who had appeared in the countless millennia before, individuals no less talented than Allen. They too had challenged that mountain peak, but the final results were unsatisfactory. The fact that there was no trace of their existence in the endless starry sky spoke volumes.


    Among those who experienced this, some survived, such as Yeenoghu, the Gnoll Lord, and Kurtulmak, the Kobold God. Although they now possessed the endless life of demigods and certain authority, they were still not accepted as formal deities by the wilderness. Whether they wanted to develop followers to accumulate the power of faith or to interfere in the Feywild, it had become a pipe dream.


    Their followers were still active in various parts of the Feywild, but the faith and resources accumulated by these followers over thousands of years were barely enough for them to descend into the material world once, let alone interfere with the affairs of the Feywild.


    And many more challengers had already become decaying bones in the wilderness, their names and legends forgotten. Who knew the harm and pressure they had once brought to the temple??


    This last resort mentioned by Garfield was something no one wanted to use unless necessary. The risks involved were too high, and a slight mistake could lead to failure and instead create a troublesome opponent for the temple. After all, the few evil gods who had luckily escaped the temple''s last resort in the past had still caused great trouble for the wilderness in recent years. If Allen were to join them and seek revenge in cooperation, the temple''s already difficult situation of patching holes everywhere would become even more challenging.


    "The Divine Throne is not so easy to ascend. In countless millennia, there have been geniuses with talents more outstanding and strength more powerful than this hobgoblin who have walked this path, but in the end, aren''t there only forty or fifty stars of gods twinkling in the boundless starry sky??"


    The representative of the Oakleaf Court rarely agreed with Garfield''s attitude, saying with a frown.


    "In fact, we all know that the best opportunity to deal with this hobgoblin is the moment he ignites the divine fire, the time when his own strength is at its weakest and most vulnerable."


    "Since we don''t have the confidence to deal with this hobgoblin now, then let''s find a way to stabilize him first, slow down his accumulation of followers, and buy us time to completely end the southern front."


    "I suggest we choose to maintain the status quo. We don''t need to express any attitude, nor should we overly provoke this hobgoblin."


    For the Oakleaf Court, maintaining the status quo was what they were happy to see. Several churches, including the Church of Nature, entered Greenwater City ostensibly to preach, but in reality, they were putting more effort into targeting the Church of the Food God. Although the Oakleaf Court seemed to have more competitors, in reality, they had been operating in the Greenwild tribes and the Northern Border for quite some time. As the Greenwild and the Northern Border continued to develop and grow, their followers had actually been steadily increasing.


    "Then can you guarantee that this hobgoblin won''t take any other actions because of our inaction, such as sending envoys to the Elven Kingdom to negotiate, as he threatened us, or starting to integrate the major tribes of the Northern Border to prepare for expansion??"


    Garfield raised his head, his eyes burning as he met the gaze of Iplaca, the representative of the Oakleaf Court, and solemnly asked the other party.


    "...How can I guarantee that?? That hobgoblin never acts according to common sense and is impossible to predict. However, since he has said such things to you, then I believe that with his decisiveness, he is entirely capable of doing such a thing!!"


    "However, the Elven Kingdom may not accept such a heterogenous being. I believe they won''t let him go to the final step!!"


    Iplaca shook his head, refusing to fall into the other party''s rhetoric.


    "But they will definitely show a strong interest in the hobgoblin''s surrender!!"


    The representatives of other churches also spoke up.


    "That''s true!!"


    The centaur representative, Massey, nodded, analyzing from the elves'' perspective: "Although the elves are determined to continue to attack the dwarven kingdom''s tortoise shell fortifications, they have to guard against the tens of thousands of wilderness troops stationed on the Coldwind Ridge front in the Northern Border, as well as the elite of the Drow Federation."


    "They can''t afford to make the same mistake in the same place again, otherwise the conservative faction within the kingdom will definitely take the opportunity to rise up and stir up trouble in the kingdom."


    "But if they change the direction of the attack now, I''m afraid even their military will resist and revolt!!"


    "After all, the wilderness is not the focus of the Elven Kingdom''s ambition to dominate the Feywild. Even if the Northern Border is completely eliminated, it won''t bring substantial gains. Instead, controlling the distant territory of the Northern Border requires a greater price and disperses more troops."


    "If there is another defeat in the war to attack the wilderness, like the invasion war last time, then the Elven Kingdom''s so-called ambition to compete with humans will completely become a joke."


    "But if the hobgoblin Allen takes the initiative to show goodwill and lean towards the elves, then the elves will gain a stable southern border and can send the main force stationed on the Thornfort front in the south to the main battlefields on the central and northern lines, which is completely crucial to this war with the dwarven kingdom."


    "Then, although the elves may not like this hobgoblin, they will definitely agree to the various conditions put forward by the hobgoblin as a result of his allegiance to the Elven Kingdom!!"


    "After all, the conditions put forward by the hobgoblin are definitely a worthwhile deal for the wealthy Elven Kingdom!!"


    "Alas..."


    In the spacious inner hall, a group of powerful figures looked worried. Although this discussion also came up with some strategies to deal with that hobgoblin and his tribes and false god churches, those were only temporary solutions that basically didn''t harm the other party''s foundation, let alone stifle their path to that road.


    Knock, knock, knock!!


    Looking at this group of comrades with ulterior motives, Garfield also knew that this meeting probably wouldn''t make any further progress, so he simply knocked on the small wooden mallet beside him, and the meeting was temporarily adjourned, and everything would be discussed later.

 #1064 - Roll up your sleeves and get to work

    Chapter 1028: Allen''s Preparations


    While the Temple was plotting against Allen and his tribe, Allen, who had ostensibly returned to the Greenwild Plains, actually disguised himself and traveled to the wilderness to meet with the three relatively friendly Pillar tribes in secret.


    The Wilderness Alliance was one of the few useful cards in Allen''s hand, so he naturally wouldn''t overlook it in his intellectual contest with the Temple. Although the meeting was later than his meeting with the Temple Church, Allen''s personal visit to these tribes showed that he sufficiently valued the Pillars.


    The content of the meeting was unknown, but judging from Allen''s relaxed expression when he left, it was believed to be a relatively constructive outcome.


    Indeed, the meeting with Davinci, Yalen, and Blicken went relatively smoothly. All three Pillars expressed their support for Allen, or at the very least, maintained a neutral stance, and would not participate in the struggle between Allen and the Temple.


    From his conversations with the three, Allen clearly sensed their dissatisfaction with the Temple Church. Now, taking advantage of Allen as a scapegoat in the fight against the Temple, they could vent their dissatisfaction with the Temple.


    What surprised Allen the most was the meeting with the Saint Kobold, Davinci. Facing the hobgoblin who had snatched his title as the number one person in the wilderness, the Kobold Saint didn''t even show a trace of anger or malice. Instead, with a hint of relief and a sigh of relief, he had a heart-to-heart exchange with Allen.


    During the exchange, Davinci revealed his admiration for Allen, which was consistent with his previous performance in Green Lake City. However, Allen felt somewhat bewildered and vigilant in his heart, feeling that this shouldn''t be the reaction of the Kobold Saint.


    It wasn''t until the other party said something meaningful, that Allen couldn''t help but recall in his mind on the way back, communicating with the divine consciousness to judge how much truth and falsehood there was in his words.


    "My era is over, Allen."


    "The future will be your era. I hope that you can lead the wilderness on a more independent and free path, no longer letting our wilderness races fight for the interests of their natural temples, but letting our warriors fight for our own survival and interests."


    "I believe in your ability, but I hope you have a broad mind, and don''t only care about the interests of your Greenwild tribe and the small area of the Northern Territory, but regard the entire wilderness as a whole. Only in this way can you gain everyone''s support and affirmation, and be able to contend with the Temple!"


    "I once wanted to make changes back then, but I overestimated my ability and wisdom, and eventually became what I am today in order to protect myself!! But you are different. Since you have chosen the thorny and glorious road, then you have no way out, so you need to unite the various races of the wilderness!!"


    "My time is running out, and I have lived long enough. I have no nostalgia for this world. If it weren''t for the wilderness and my unworthy guys, I would have been on the front lines fighting with humans today!!"


    "I am willing to use my last remaining time to help you, lay a relatively good foundation for you, and clear some obstacles ahead."


    "In return, I hope that before I pass away, you can sign an alliance agreement with my tribe, and continue to protect the due interests of my tribe in the future when you rule the Wilderness Alliance!!"


    The scene of Davinci taking the gift he gave him while sincerely confiding his true feelings to him reappeared in his mind. Seeing the radiant gleam revealed in the other party''s turbid eyes after opening the gift he sent, Allen couldn''t help but feel distrustful of these words.


    Because what Allen gave the other party was a magic dish with the same effect as the dishes Allen gave to Cole, a magic dish called ''Core of Life'', which could replenish the source of life energy for the eater and extend the eater''s lifespan by 5% - 10%.


    But no matter what, the result of this trip to three powerful tribes was still barely satisfactory, which made Allen''s confidence in facing the Temple in the future a little stronger. However, with Allen''s character, he would never put his hope on outsiders. Allen''s expectation for this visit to the three Pillars was only that the three would at least remain neutral and not cooperate with the Temple to deal with him.


    At the same time, Allen also revealed some of his future actions to them in advance, so as to avoid them misunderstanding him without knowing the situation.


    When Allen returned to the territory of the Greenwild tribe, only half a year had passed since he left. At this time, the traces of the previous Cooking Competition still remained in Green Lake City. Many foreign foodies, chefs, and peddlers still stayed in the city, adding many different faces to this city that originally belonged to the goblin race, making it more and more like an inclusive city that embraces all rivers.


    Of course, Allen himself also contributed to this. His feat of successively challenging the two human saints in the south has spread throughout the Feman world, causing quite a stir. For many years, apart from those stories of falling in war and conspiracy, the single-handed challenge and fight between top powerhouses such as saints has only happened in this scene.


    Affected by this, many people are curious about Allen himself, wanting to come to the city where he is to try their luck to see if they can have the opportunity to enter the eyes of this top powerhouse and be accepted as a student to cultivate; or they just want to look up to the majesty of the number one powerhouse in the wilderness and feel the special effects and taste of the magic dishes in this gourmet capital, so that they can show off to others as a topic of conversation¡­


    Therefore, Green Lake City, although located in a remote location, has become the most popular destination in the wilderness for a time, attracting many adventurers and gourmets to visit.


    After returning, before preparing to retreat to recuperate from his injuries, Allen did not forget to find Albard.


    "Find a team of eloquent children, bring the specialties of our tribe and the master-level dish recipes that are sold externally, and go to visit the border cities of the Elf Kingdom."


    "In what name?"


    "The reason is not important. The action itself is very important to me. Find a reason to restart trade and suspend the fire."


    "The most important point is to do this mission as high-profile as possible, and every pair of eyes in our Green Lake City must be able to see it."


    "Understood."


    Allen''s sudden unreasonable request made Albard feel puzzled, but sensing Allen''s strong will, he didn''t entangle himself any longer and responded in a deep voice.


    "Also, prepare all the high-level ingredients that the tribe has recently harvested, and give them to me together after I finish this adjustment and recuperation."


    Allen continued to instruct: "At the same time, find the Assassin''s Guild, the Adventurers'' Guild, and other organizations to issue tasks, and release news to the outside world, saying that my Greenwood Tribe will sell a batch of master-level dishes in two or three years. Those interested in purchasing can come to Green Lake City to bid."


    "Chieftain¡­"


    Hearing this, Albard frowned slightly, unable to resist wanting to advise Allen.


    As a goblin who had personally eaten master-level dishes, Albard had no doubt about the effect of master-level magic dishes on breakthroughs, the effect was even more prominent than what was circulating on the market.


    Previously, because he lacked sufficient experimental foundation, he was unable to conduct more in-depth research and understanding of lightning, and he was unable to break through to the intermediate stage of Legend.


    However, later the chieftain rewarded him with an electric magic dish ''Thunder Pool''. After eating it, Albard himself seemed to transform into an inconspicuous electric element, witnessing and participating in a lightning storm from its beginning to its rampage, and finally its mediation and disappearance.


    That memory was too real, and ultimately allowed Albard to glimpse many of the mysteries contained in natural lightning without the aid of experiments. Even now, he can still benefit from it.


    Even if he still doesn''t have much time to study magic and experiments, he can still rely on the experience of that real memory and slowly improve his electric magic through deduction alone.


    If he could have the opportunity to do a few more research projects, and set up a few uniquely conceived experiments based on some of the processes he witnessed while incarnated as a lightning element, then he would still have a chance to attack the threshold of the advanced stage of Legend again.


    Such excellent and precious breakthrough tools, Albard couldn''t help but wish that the chieftain could make more of them, reward them to the batches of outstanding goblin talents who are growing up in the tribe, and help the tribe cultivate a few more legendary powerhouses, then the foundation of the Greenwood Tribe would truly be solid.


    But now the chieftain suddenly said that he would make the ingredients that he had worked so hard to collect into master-level dishes, and then resell them to outsiders, which made Albard uncharacteristically dissatisfied.


    The tribe, which once again obtained a large sum of windfall, coupled with the increasingly effective development and utilization of its own territory in recent years, funds, materials, and other external things are no longer a problem that plagues Albard''s development of the tribe.


    On the contrary, as a prosperous tribe with a population of one million, the number of legendary powerhouses in the tribe still seems a bit thin. Until now, except for Zerlang, the legendary priest who can''t be seen in the light, the tribe only has three legendary powerhouses, plus a seed who has found his own path to Legend.


    Looking at other tribes in the wilderness with a population of more than one million, they casually have 6-8 legendary powerhouses, and it is not surprising that excellent tribes have more than a dozen legendary powerhouses, completely crushing the Greenwood Tribe in terms of numbers.


    Therefore, Albard''s current focus on tribe cultivation has shifted from breeding the population to improving the direction of outstanding talents in the tribe.


    "I know what you want to say, but I have my own way of doing this."


    Allen interrupted Albard''s words of persuasion, and then began to tell this brain trust and assistant of the Greenwood Tribe everything he had done and the ultimate purpose of his trip south.


    "This time to the south, I took advantage of the shock brought about by the great victory in challenging the human saints, and confronted the church of the Temple of Nature, putting the matter of the God of Cookery Church on the table, seeking peaceful coexistence with them¡­"


    "¡­"


    "Judging from the exchanges and contacts with these church representatives, the situation is not clear. I am afraid that they will deliberately slow down the pace and leave us aside, and then seize the time to resolve the war in the south with humans before coming to deal with us."


    "I don''t have many chips available. Although it seems that my threat has a significant effect on the wilderness and the temple, this is based on the current situation in the wilderness. If the wilderness and the temple end the war with humans, then the effect of my threats will be greatly reduced."


    "Therefore, we must make good use of the current time, while using actions to put pressure on the temple, we must also plan ahead and lay the groundwork for the final possible failure, so that the tribe can make a comeback in the future!"


    "Now is not the time to feel sorry for a little high-level ingredients. Relying solely on low- and mid-level dishes to promote the magical effects of magic dishes and magic chefs is no longer very effective.


    Now we need to throw out a delicious bait to the world, so that the reputation of our Green Lake City, the city of cuisine, will continue to spread far and wide, and let the beautiful legend of magic dishes set off another climax."


    "In this way, my reputation as the ''God of Cookery'' will naturally be spread, and more and more people will want to learn magic cooking, which is very important for me and the God of Cookery Church."


    "Not only now, but in the future, we will periodically throw out some mid- to high-level dishes that have breakthrough effects to the outside world. Also, before or after the cooking competition, we will also throw out a few master-level dishes to attract more people to stay in our Greenwood Plain for a long time."


    "I understand."


    Albard did not expect that the chieftain had done so many things on this trip to the south. Now he can be considered to understand the chieftain''s good intentions, and the little bit of unwillingness and heartache in his heart disappeared in an instant.


    "Go and prepare now."


    "But Chieftain, perhaps it is time to reveal the relevant secrets to the high-level members of the other tribes in the Northern Territory."


    Before leaving, Albard hesitated for a moment and offered his opinion.


    "¡­Well, I''ll talk about it after I recover."


    Allen obviously listened, his tone slowed down slightly, and then he replied.


    Albard''s suggestion does make sense. If it was said that he had previously concealed these secrets from the tribes in the Northern Territory because he was afraid that they would feel hesitant and hesitant after hearing these secrets, and finally parted ways with Allen under the threat of the temple, then now Allen, who has returned with brilliant achievements and has basically determined his status as the number one powerhouse in the wilderness, will say this secret, even if the other tribes are hesitant, they will probably not easily cut ties with the Greenwood Tribe.


    Everyone''s interests are becoming more and more closely tied. Originally, wanting to follow the Greenwood Tribe still required struggling and hesitating. Now, as his power, status, and strength have reached the peak of the wilderness, as long as he can convince them that he really has a chance to climb that peak, then the tribes in the Northern Territory will believe that they will be moved in the long run.


    The Corima dark elf tribe next door, which is still dependent on his tribe, has the Dark Maiden as its backer. If he can contact the Dark Maiden through the dark elves, then in the most critical stage of igniting the divine fire in the future, perhaps he will have one more helper, at least he must try to find out a little bit of the secrets of the gods from her.