The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 313 Judgment
  Even as crazy as a demon, he couldn't stop Allen's uncanny Lingchi skills.

This interrogation method was also inspired by Allen's dreams.

Of course, the scene in the dream is far less scary than the scene created by Allen himself at this time. It can be said that Allen is already better than his predecessor. Even Kaiya and Alba became a little cold towards Allen after experiencing Allen's interrogation personally.

After all, it is natural that Allen combines knife skills in cooking with Lingchi's methods, and the changes brought about are beyond the scenes in dreams.

On the other hand, Albian, the elf, ran up to Allen with admiration and began to ask Allen for tips, not caring about how cruel and terrifying Allen's previous methods were.

Allen himself doesn't realize how cruel this is. There are many more cruel methods in the wilderness than this kind of method, but these guys are just ignorant.

At this moment, he had just completely destroyed a crazy demon. He walked to the edge of the pool with a calm expression and cleaned the blood on his hands and body. The chest cavity of the one not far away was opened, and countless insects and flies directly penetrated into the opponent's heart to suck blood. There was no sign of stopping the beating of the other party's heart, but the other party's eyes were empty, completely devoid of the agility of a living creature.

Whoever it was, who would see their heart beating in someone else's palm, and their originally strong body turned into bones, would be so frightened that they would collapse on the spot.

The feeling of watching others play with your heart and feeling your life passing by little by little. Unless it is a constructed creature without emotions, no creature can remain indifferent, especially an intelligent creature with the knowledge of life. .

"It's a pity that this vromon doesn't know much. It doesn't even know why they stay here."

Richard didn't have much feelings about the previous scene. As mages, many of the things they did in the past on the road of studying spells and pursuing magical truths were not much kinder than what Allen was doing now.

The only thing he regretted was that there wasn't much useful information provided by the vromon. The most valuable thing was a place name that it heard occasionally - Stoner. The person who said the name of this place was actually a team of several mixed humans and demons who had a brief exchange with their team of demons 20 days ago.

Obviously, this team, which includes humans and demons, is most likely the mission target that Allen and the others are tracking.

"Okay, knowing where our mission target may appear next is already the biggest reward."

Kaiya seemed very satisfied. With this information, it would bring many opportunities to their team and reduce much trouble.

"Okay, let's get on the road now. After all, we are more than ten days behind the other party. I don't know if they will still be there when we get to Stoner."

"it is good!!"

Although they had just experienced a big battle, for Allen and the others, they were only in high-level and peak combat positions, and the energy accumulated in their bodies was enough to support them in high-intensity fighting for a long time. It was not difficult for them to get on the road immediately now.

A few people simply tidied up. Allen stepped forward and stabbed the dying demon, then threw it into the camp. Richard performed a fireball operation. The raging fire immediately ignited the entire camp and burned the entire camp. The last traces of a pack of demons.

Continuing to go south all the way, the goal is clear, it is to go to the place called Stonener.

The Stoner area is a forest area that is also adjacent to the Centaur Grassland. The vegetation coverage rate is very high, so the tribes living in this area are mainly lizard people, trolls and other tribes who like hot and humid environments. However, because it is closer to the junction of the wilderness and the Heron continent, there are still many half-orcs, half-elves and other hybrid tribes that are not accepted by the human world and the orc empire living here.

Humans are a greedy and curious race, and they are also the race in the world that can produce offspring with most intelligent races.

Because of the pursuit of novelties, pursuit of power, etc., humans have created almost 60% of the hybrid species in the world.

These hybrid races were born into this world against their own will. From the moment they were born, they were not accepted by humans and suffered all kinds of bullying. At the same time, they had to beware of secret attempts to use them for research and in exchange for benefits. He had no choice but to flee into the wilderness and gain a foothold in the wilderness.

Only the wilderness would tolerate these rootless races to live in settlement. Later, as the strength of several hybrid races grew, they were absorbed into the members of Mansha City and became the true wilderness race. Only then did they have a foundation.

The Stoner area covers an area of ​​more than one million square meters, and most of it is covered by forests. Among the tribes living here, there are 5 larger ones, namely the Jiaokui Lizardman Tribe and the Zashile Tribe. Orc tribe, Roble goblin tribe, Cullen troll tribe and Emerald Eyes half-elf tribe.

The population of these five tribes all exceeds 5. The largest Zashile Orc tribe has a population of almost 2000. It also occupies the largest territory in the southeast of the Stoner area. The relatively weaker ones are the half-elves of the Emerald Eyes. Their number is just over two thousand, but because they have elven blood, they are outstanding in terms of lifespan and talent. On the contrary, they are relatively stronger in combat effectiveness. .

Why are there half-elf tribes here?
  Isn’t this an evil done by human beings? !
  The handsome and tall appearance of elves has made them the most popular playthings of kings and nobles in the world. For countless years, an unknown number of elves have been plundered by dark forces such as slave hunting teams and slave chambers, and brought to human civilization in exchange for In the end, countless hybrid races with human and elven blood were born.

However, there is a big difference in appearance between half-elves and humans. They can be recognized almost at a glance, which makes it impossible for them to gain a foothold in the human world. In the end, they can only flee into the wilderness sadly, and only half-elf tribes like the Emerald Eyes exist. .

Allen and the others have been in the Stoner area for a few days. Through the relationship between Allen and Alba, the two wilderness races, they entered several tribal areas and gained a lot of local intelligence.

"At least for now, Alva's group has not yet carried out the assassination."

Albian focused his attention on a large sheepskin map, which he stole from a small tribe in the forest. Although the map was a bit rudimentary, at least it gave Alan and the others, who were blind, intuitively Gained an understanding of the Stoner area.

"The question now is, is the other party actually in this area? If they are lurking here, who is their target?"

Richard thought more deeply, and the two questions he asked made Allen and Kaiya frown.

It was originally a journey of 5-6 days, but Allen and the others rushed to the Stoner area in two days. But even so, Alva's team of assassins entered this area nearly half a month earlier than Allen and the others.

However, judging from the information that Allen and Alba have inquired about, although people in the Stoner area are currently panicked, nothing major has happened.

The reason why people are panicking is very simple, because this area is very close to the border of the Centaur Kingdom. As the Centaur front is forced back step by step by the demons, a small number of demon teams have invaded the Stoner area and carried out various activities. Hunting activities.

"Look."

Richard took out several regional maps collected along the way from his dimensional bag, and then put them together to piece together a map of the southern Mansha region that was more than 3 meters wide.

"These points marked by me are the tribal targets that Alva and his team assassinated along the way. Have you found any patterns?"

Allen and Kaiya paid attention. They lowered their heads and looked back and forth on this huge map. Their eyes were a little dazed, and occasionally there were a few glints in their eyes.

"...They seem to have been traveling along the edge of the Centaur Grassland."

Allen looked up and pointed to the northwest corner of the map, where was the first tribe assassinated by Alva's group of evil god believers - the Vulcan Kobold tribe.

Then, Allen drew an arc with his fingers, either inserting into the edge of the Centaur Grassland, or passing through the edge into the wilderness, marking the route where Alva's group would assassinate the 10 tribal leaders along the way. There is no pattern to the assassination targets, and the distances may be close or far. The farthest is like the Stoner area where Allen and the others are now, which is more than 1000 miles away from the Twisted Wood Hammer tribe at the previous assassination point.

However, if you look at the entire huge map, you will find that the other party's whereabouts are actually at the border between the human horse grassland and the wilderness.

"This doesn't mean anything."

Kaiya frowned, pointed to the location of the Twisted Wood Hammer, and then waved lightly on the map. It seemed like a gentle gesture, but in fact, there were more than 3000 miles of border lines on the map, making it impossible to judge. The other party’s true foothold.

"Maybe what the devil heard back then was just an insignificant place that the other party mentioned casually."

"..."

Several people fell into deep thought again, trying to find more clues.

"This is what I have collected, the general situation of these assassinated tribes."

Richard suddenly took out another piece of parchment, which was written with densely unfamiliar words. Even if it was given to Kaiya, a human, he would hardly recognize it.

The source of Richard's intelligence has always been a mystery. Allen and the others have always been curious, but no one can ask the reason. Richard never said much about it, except to share the information he obtained with Allen and the others. .

"Among these 10 tribes, 6 of them are in a camp that has close contact with human caravans, and the relationship between the tribesmen and humans is relatively harmonious. The remaining two tribes are basically neutral. , although it is not biased towards humans, it does not have much hostility towards humans.”

"Only two tribes, the Vulcan tribe and the Twisted Hammer tribe, are staunch wilderness hardliners and have strong hostility to any civilization outside the wilderness. The tribal settlements do not allow human and elven caravans to travel."

"What do you want to say?"

Albian was confused and looked up at Richard.

"What I want to say is that maybe we can think about it from this perspective and identify which target Alva and the others are most likely to assassinate, and then we can secretly monitor around that target."

Richard is actually not confident enough, but now they have limited manpower and can only monitor one tribe. Otherwise, they will have to wait for the other party to start taking action before they can follow the traces left by the other party, which will undoubtedly be more passive. “The half-elf and half-orc tribes have always been staunch hard-liners because of their origins, so the chance that Alva will assassinate them is not too high.”

"The remaining tribes are Roble, Jiaokui and Karen."

"Among these three tribes, the one with the closest relationship to humans is the Roble tribe. Although the other two tribes have contacts with human caravans, they only have normal business contacts, and the relationship between tribe members and humans is not harmonious. .”

"So, I think the most likely assassination target is Frank Rob of the Rob tribe."

"what do y'all think?"

Richard's words were reasonable and well-founded, as if that's what happened. Allen and others were moved in their eyes, but when they really wanted to make a judgment, they hesitated a little, including Alba. The ogre, who was not very good at this, nodded in agreement.

"However, this is just your speculation without substantial evidence."

Albian is not saying that he disagrees at all, but the information is limited and it is really difficult for everyone to make a judgment.

"Can you make any other valuable suggestions?"

Allen asked back, at least in his opinion, Richard's analysis is still somewhat useful, and it is far more reliable than everyone's luck.

"Well, when I didn't say it."

Albian shrugged and waved his hands nonchalantly.

"Richard's analysis has some basis, so let's focus on monitoring the Roble tribe."

Kaiya saw that everyone's discussion had a temporary result, and her final speech was considered to have set this goal.

"Alan, you are of goblin blood, so it is up to you to join the Roble tribe and help collect information about the tribe."

"Albian, sneak around Patriarch Frank's residence, keep an eye on his every move, get in touch with Allen at any time, and inform us of his whereabouts."

"Alba, you have the most sensitive nose and you are a native of the wilderness. Then you can cruise along the Roble tribe's settlement area and see if you can smell the scent of those demons."

"..."

Once the goal was determined, the next actions would be more efficient, and there was no need for Richard to make any further suggestions. The experienced Kaiya clearly assigned the tasks to each of the five of them in a few words. No one from Allen or the others made any objections.

The Roble Tribe is a goblin tribe with a total population of 3000 people. More than 2000 of the goblins are dwarfs. The remaining population of less than 1000 is dominated by hobgoblins, and bugbears have become the majority of the tribe. Scarce faces, just a population of 1-200.

The leader of the tribe, Frank Robb, is a high-level shadow energy talent. No one knows what his advanced profession is. The only thing known to outsiders is that he is good at using various alchemy props and making various traps to assist in combat.

To be honest, when Albian raised objections at the time, it was because Frank's profession made it difficult for him to be assassinated by the enemy. After all, shadow jumping three times a day can be said to be an excellent life-saving skill.

Of course, the words are not so absolute. There are many ways to limit shadow jumping, such as several spells of the mage, a range of magic circles that can affect magic energy, etc.

The strength of the Roble tribe can be said to be the weakest among the five relatively large tribes in Stoner, because the members of their tribe are mostly composed of relatively weak dwarf goblins. However, their economic strength is the strongest among several tribes. The dwarfs are good at learning and have excellent minds, which gives them unique talents in running tribes.

This is also the reason why the Robul tribe is closer to human caravans. The Robul tribe has developed several stable business routes over the years, thus attracting many human caravans to trade and trade. With mutual benefit and mutual benefit, the Robul tribe has Recently it has become a matter of course.

When Allen entered Roble Town, he didn't go through too many inquiries. Except for the hobgoblin guard guarding the gate, he took a few more glances at Allen's figure. Then Allen didn't do anything until he checked into the only tavern in the town. Who cares.

Life in the town is relatively peaceful. Roble Town did not settle deep in the forest. Instead, it established a stronghold in the southwest part of the forest area and opened up patches of land on the periphery of the forest for farming and other agricultural activities. The planning of the town is different from that of Green Lake Village. There is only one straight avenue leading directly to the town square. There is also a clock tower in the square. There are still people on duty on the bell tower at this time, but they are not slacking off.

On both sides of the avenue are various facilities for the lives of thousands of people in the town: blacksmith shops, taverns, grocery stores, etc.

There were no people on the street, and the environment in the town was not very good. All kinds of filthy things were scattered in every corner. Allen even saw a naughty child taking off his patched pants on the spot and hiding in the dark. solved.

The tavern was deserted. Apart from a few local goblins chatting over a glass of malt wine and fruit wine, Allen could be said to be the only outsider in the tavern now.

Allen sat in front of the bar and ordered a fruit wine. Compared with the malt wine, he asked, which was a little bitter. Allen still liked the fragrance and sweetness of the fruit wine. While listening to the drunkards cursing and chatting, he did not forget to use some. For a small amount of money, ask the dwarf bartender at the bar about some innocuous matters.

There were no other options, there were too few outsiders in this place, and it was difficult for Allen to inquire about sensitive things rashly, so as a wanderer, he revealed some ideas about settling here, and then let the bartender look at the silver coin. For the sake of it, I would like to tell Allen more.

It was rare to stay in a goblin tribe, and Allen also wanted to learn from the experience and see the difference between the development of this Rob tribe and his own Green Field tribe.

After some questioning, Allen felt a little gloomy, and he couldn't figure out how Frank, a dwarf, managed the tribe to its present state. The entire tribe and all the money-making businesses are occupied by Frank and a few of his cronies. Most of the industries in the town and the vast land outside the village are owned by Frank and his cronies. There are more than 8 people in the town. % of the population is working for Frank, working as hard labor for Frank and his henchmen. The only gain is that they will not go hungry and have a relatively safe place to live.

In the Green Field Tribe, Allen was trying to illegally increase the private property of the tribe. However, in the Rob Tribe, Frank and his minions were trying to illegally exploit the tribesmen in the village, from what little they had left. In the rice bowl, scoop out a mouthful of rations.

Precisely because Frank's exploitation was too harsh, in fact, under the calm appearance of the tribe, there was a rolling undercurrent. Even now that Allen was listening to the wine cabinets who were gradually getting a little drunk, he could feel their constant curses. The resentment in his heart.

However, strength speaks for itself in the wilderness. The people who control the upper echelons of the tribe are Frank and his three high-level combat leaders. There are also more than 3 advanced mid-level combat leaders under his command, leaving countless tribesmen in the town to do nothing but fight. He dared not speak out in anger, let alone resist with his hands.

When one seat in the tavern was full of magic, Allen didn't gain much. In the end, he could only find an excuse to go out for a walk. Arriving at the town square, this should be considered the liveliest place in the town. In the open space, many female dwarfs are drying a plant. It is said that this plant can extract a dye, which is very popular among humans. Quite a few.

Goblin children also play here a lot. Because of Frank's short-sightedness, there is no school in this town. Before they reach the age where they can work, the children can only be left alone in the town by the adults, allowing them to wander around.

Further inside the square is the tall wooden building where Frank and his minions live. From the outside, a wooden building should be three stories high. The windows are also covered with transparent glass that is valuable in the wilderness. From the outside, you can Look at the style and color of curtain fabrics in the house.

Downstairs, a dozen tall and majestic bugbears were wearing exquisite armor, staring sternly at any goblin who dared to approach this area. Occasionally, if a child approached, they would be shouted away directly by their loud voices. Keep the other person close.

Whether the lives of the people of the Rob tribe are good or not can be determined by looking at the cubs running around in the square and the females who are busy working.

The cheapest cotton and linen clothes, almost no one can wear them completely, most of them are patched. Although the wilderness is not cool afterwards, the temperature has dropped after nightfall, especially now It's leaning toward the Stoner region in the southern half of the continent.

Allen seemed to be wandering around casually, but in fact he had been observing the exciting scene of tall wooden buildings in the town with his peripheral vision. However, what he gained from watching most of the magic was just a few dwarfs wearing slave-style clothes. They were walking around, but the other town leaders, Frank and the others, were not seen.

Allen, who had found nothing, was about to turn around and leave to check in at the tavern when a voice suddenly came to his ears.

"You guy, you're standing here like a fool, aren't you afraid that these goblins will find out about your problem?"

The voice was very familiar, and without turning his head, Allen could already tell that Albian was greeting him.

Albian could not be seen, but Allen's movements were natural. He lowered his head slightly as if looking for something, and then began to speak: "What about you? Did you gain anything?"

"I just visited these buildings and heard one of the hobgoblin leaders say that Frank, the goblin, will go out recently to welcome the arrival of a human caravan."

As the darling of shadow energy, Albian is perfect for doing such sneaky things, and is far more efficient than Allen.

"What's the specific time?"

"I haven't figured this out yet. I'll come back to you after I figure it out."

"Okay, I live in the first room on the left side of the stairs on the second floor of the tavern."

"Okay, wait for my good news."

Albian completed the meeting with Allen without showing up, and Allen left slowly after receiving intelligence support.

(End of this chapter)