The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1 Green Bugbear

Allen, the Bugbear, is 18 years old. He is tall and strong, with erect tendons. He walks like a tiger, and he looks like a master who is not easy to mess with.

Carefully wet the sparse hair on the top of his head with the turbid water in the mire, put it back together to make a back-of-the-head shape, and then took care of his appearance. Only then did Allen nod with satisfaction. The morning wash was considered a farewell. A paragraph is over. As an intelligent race, there is a certain love for beauty after all. Allen does not want to be disgraced day by day and spend day after day in ignorance like other tribesmen.

Another layer of dirt fell on the leather armor on his body. Allen looked at the small amount of water in the mire, then looked at the leather armor, and finally gave up. Using the water in the pool to wash the leather armor might as well keep the leather armor in its current state, which would make it cleaner.

Moreover, this quagmire is also the closest water point for the clan. If Allen continues to mix up the small amount of water, those clan members who are sleeping soundly will drink a mouthful of water, and half of it will be mud. . Although the clan members might not care, Allen thought it would be better to cause less trouble. He was only a teenager among the clan, so it would be safest to keep a low profile now.

"Alan, I'm hungry."

A familiar voice came from behind, and Allen could guess without looking back that the owner of the voice was a good friend named Stone who looked similar to himself and had a tip missing from his pointed ears.

Stone is the only person Allen trusts among the dozens of people in the Green Field Tribe, and he is also his follower. From getting up in the morning to falling asleep at night, Stone will basically never leave Allen's sight. Because Shi Shi, who seems to be naive, knows that by following Allen, he will have delicious food instead of being hungry most of the time like other tribesmen.

“Just stay hungry if you’re hungry!”

Allen glared at Shitou angrily. This guy's stomach was like a bottomless pit. What he spent the most energy on every day was leading this guy to find food to fill his stomach. Of course, most of the dozens of people in the Green Field Tribe are living the same daily life as Allen and his friends, but they are even worse off than Allen. They spend all their energy looking for food but often get nothing.

"No, let's go hunting!"

Shitou shook his head, with a flattering look on his face, and pulled Allen to go out.

"Okay, okay, you go and wash up first, otherwise don't even think about me taking you out!"

Allen couldn't help it either. Who knows that this guy Shitou is tall and strong, can help him carry heavy objects, and can also attract enemy firepower in times of danger. Although it is a bit hard, he just treats it as a humanoid pet by the way. Normally It can also pass the time.

Of course, the only way to pass the time is to drag Shitou into a fight to see whose fist is stronger, or to chat with the slurred Shitou about what happened in the clan today.

"Oh!"

Shitou got the answer in the affirmative and happily ran to the quagmire on the spot. After making some trouble, he came back with a face full of muddy water.

"Ugh!"

It seems that the tribesmen really have to drink mud soup at noon today.

The wilderness is vast, but somewhat withered. In addition to sparsely growing shrubs and grasses, and a few tall trees dotted on the horizon, most of them are earth-yellow rough stones that have been eroded and weathered by the wind and rain in the wilderness all the time. There are naturally not few animals growing there, but not too many either. Large herbivorous animals that live in groups generally look down on this barren land because it cannot support such animals; only goats and spurred pigs can survive. Only herbivores that live alone or in family groups, as well as small predators such as sand foxes and yellow wolves, will struggle to survive here.

Just like the Green Field Tribe, a small tribe with a population of only 5-60 people, unable to compete for more fertile territory, they can only survive one day in the remote and barren land of the wilderness.

While the tribesmen were lazily sleeping in the morning, Allen quietly slipped out of the village with the stone and headed towards the place where they had set the trap a few days ago. Bugbears are greedy and lazy. They are too hungry until they are full. They usually don't get up and go out of the village to find food. There were just a few lively cubs lying feebly in the female's arms, watching eagerly as Allen and the others fled away.

After leaving the village, Allen and the others felt much more at ease. Facing the relatively gentle light of the morning sun, they felt the breeze blowing all the time. Although they were in the tropics, Allen and the others did not feel too much heat.

"Come on, let's do 300 frog leaps and see who jumps to the Kuchen tree on the opposite side first. The one who gets there first will get an extra leg for a while!!!"

Allen raised the mace in his hand above his head, squatted down and started getting ready, and then looked at the stone beside him with a grimace, a look of reluctance on his face. Bugbears don't get much in a day, so they don't engage in strenuous exercise unless absolutely necessary, in order to conserve their physical strength so that they can last longer. They say they are lazy, but perhaps this is also their helpless choice. There are not many animals in the territory occupied by the tribe, and there is very little profit!
  "All right!"

Unable to resist Allen's burning eyes, Stone finally gave in. He also raised the ironwood stick in his hand, lowered his body and got ready.

"let's go!!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The two bugbears were like sand frogs, leaning down and jumping far away. They seemed to be moving slowly but in fact they were moving quickly towards the short tree several meters high that Allen pointed to.

Allen has finally understood clearly in the eighteen years he has lived in Green Field. If you want to live here and live well, the most important thing is to be strong in your skills, otherwise you will just wait to die. The leader of the tribe, Splitclaw, and his two confidants lived a very prosperous life in the tribe. They were rarely seen starving. What was the reason? Not only are they strong enough, the three of them take most of the prey obtained during hunting, and the rest will go into the mouths of other bugbears.

Now Allen is working hard to hone his strength, just waiting for two years later, he can challenge the Claw and seize the position of the leader of the clan. Then it will be a good day for him, Allen, to dominate! !

Thinking of this, Allen became even more motivated. He exerted force under his feet and jumped farther and farther, and soon left the stone behind.

"Alan, wait for me!!"

Shitou was also anxious. He was sweating profusely. If he couldn't beat Allen again, wouldn't he have to eat one less meat leg if he really had to hunt prey in the morning? Immediately, the stone no longer remained, and a pair of powerful thighs sank deeply into the stone sand, chasing after Allen's figure, gradually closing the distance with Allen.

When the two of them jumped under the Kuzhen tree, sweating profusely and embarrassed, their stomachs, which had not received much food last night, began to rebel, making a thunderous chirping sound, reminding Allen of their physical needs.

"Come on, let's run another 5 miles!!"

After realizing that he had almost rested, Allen stood up again and shouted to Shitou.

"Can't run, Allen, I'm hungry."

Stone stood up unsteadily against the tree, his expression becoming increasingly bitter.

"If you don't run to the place where we set the trap, you're going to die!!"

Allen kicked the opponent's calf angrily and gave Shi Shi a roll of his eyes.

"Oh, yes."

Shitou smiled innocently and scratched his messy hair with his palms.

"Walk!!"

The two figures faced the rising sun again and ran forward.

(End of this chapter)