The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 433 Contact
  Nearly a year after the counterattack of the Nasir Fortress ended, the fighting north of the Kator Mountains was not so intense.

Albad led the warriors of the Green Field Tribe to begin a long period of training, using less intense battlefields to temper the actual combat capabilities of the tribe's troops, and at the same time improve many errors and shortcomings. As a strong person in charge of upper-level communication, Allen did not dare to be careless. Although he did not need to pay attention to the training and casualties of the clan's troops all the time, he still had to keep an eye on the overall trend and the task arrangement of the clan's warriors. He must not let others treat his people as cannon fodder.

After several battles, the two thousand soldiers who accompanied them on the expedition finally got a bit of the atmosphere of an iron-blooded army after being baptized by the battlefield. They advanced and retreated in a controlled manner when marching and fighting, and the same style of armor and equipment was built for them by the clan. , the distance between him and the team of tribal warriors next to him really made Allen a little relieved.

Of course, the cost of training the warriors in the clan was that the number of soldiers they sent out dropped from two thousand to just over 1500. The clan members suffered more than 400 casualties, which really made Allen feel heartbroken.

After all, the enemy they faced was the drow who had been fighting in the underground world since they were young. Whether it was in terms of individual quality or legion fighting, they were not something that these bumpkins in the northern wilderness could completely fight against.

In the past, the warriors of the tribe would have killed or injured four to five hundred people at once. I am afraid that Allen had already ordered Albad and the others to hide in the fortress. But now that the tribe is on the right track and the number of tribesmen has increased greatly, this loss It's not unacceptable.

So until now, the thousands-man brigade left behind in the clan and the fighting teams on the battlefield have taken turns to go to the front line to train the army to fight on the battlefield again and again. Finally, with a slightly superior force, they can go out to patrol with the drow army. The team played back and forth.

Allen was not without other gains. When large tribes such as Ajinaga and Snowi continued to annex the refugees from small and medium tribes who were imprisoned in the deep canyons like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, he also followed Bilaire closely. Follow the footsteps of these guys and use intimidation, inducement and other means to select members who are willing to join the tribe from the cannon fodder of the refugee goblin settlement that survived several wars.

“Come, come, come, as long as you are willing to join our Green Field Tribe, there will be delicious food and drink every day!!”

"Take a taste, have a taste!!"

"You bastard, if you dare to steal anything again, I will chop off your claws!!"

"..."

Allen stood on the dark wall of Nasir Fortress, overlooking the depths of the deep canyon, and his sharp eyes had a clear view of the canyon under the dim light.

The goblin warriors who were withdrawn from the front line to recuperate after laying down their weapons turned into cooks. Various makeshift barbecue grills and iron pot stoves were laid out in disorder on the edge of the canyon. The blazing bonfire reflected the busy figures of the goblins, and the faint scent of food and seasonings came from the tip of their noses, arousing the greed in the stomachs of the various indigenous people.

Under the supervision of the attendants and servants of the temple, the major tribes most of them did not dare to use force to annex the exiled tribes in the canyon, so their actions were considered gentle. Of course, in these dark places invisible to surveillance eyes, there will inevitably be various cruel and vicious methods to deal with those rebellious people.

At this time, the advantages of the Green Field tribe were fully brought into play. Under Allen's guidance, the disabled and injured tribesmen on the battlefield used the fur cooking skills they had learned in the town to bribe the tribe. The group of exiled natives who were in a trance and uneasy was really a sharp weapon.

For the natives who want to join the tribe, the tribe is not afraid of those who come. As the Auror Mine and the Western Frontier Quarry continue to expand their operations, the demand for labor is also increasing day by day.

For hundreds of miles around the Green Field Plain, except for tribes like the Ivan Jackals who have surrendered and are placed on the edge of the plain as a defensive peripheral force, it is basically difficult to see other strange indigenous people. Naturally, there is no possibility of cheap The labor force was conquered and enslaved by them.

Every day, natives are recruited by the Green Field Tribe. Jackals, trolls, and even the useless dwarf tribe, as long as they are willing to join the Green Field Tribe, are all well placed by Dennis, the dwarf druid leader. Among them, there are many treacherous people who want to take advantage of the opportunity to sneak out of this completely sealed canyon area, and often escape to the Cator Mountains under lax supervision. However, even so, the number of wilderness natives that the tribe has recruited in the past six months is still less than 5%. It's really not small. More than indigenous people of various races were continuously sent back to the green plains, and then moved to live in mines, quarries and other places. The advantage of having a bigger head was taken advantage of by large tribes like Snowmi and Ajinaga.

The hundreds of thousands of indigenous people blocked by a canyon not only sacrificed tens of thousands of strong males as cannon fodder during the war, but most of them could not escape the fate of being absorbed and annexed after the war. In the end, the indigenous people who were really lucky enough to rely on the temple to help evacuate the Cator Canyon, No more than 20,000 to 30,000 at most.

Until now, more than 10,000 old, weak, women and children, as well as sporadic die-hards, are still blocked in the canyon. Although the priests of the temple continue to put pressure on several leaders present, cold-blooded guys like Bilaire and Maggot Eyes are always He found various excuses to shirk it, and insisted on eating all the meaty bits and pieces in his mouth.

In this regard, Allen is completely happy to see this happen. Now the Green Field Tribe has two legends, he and Eric, who are in charge. In addition, there are middle- and high-level warriors in the tribe who are almost the same as large tribes. The tribe is in the north of the wilderness. The status of Jingjing has become more and more powerful. Although it still cannot reach the influence of alliance members such as Snowmi and Ajinaga, it is not far away.

The biggest factor that is currently troubling the Green Field Tribe’s progress is the threshold of 114 people before it becomes a large tribe. As long as this condition is met, the Green Field Tribe will be able to move towards becoming the th member of the Wilderness Alliance.

Therefore, when other tribes were tearing at the flesh and blood of the exiled people in the wilderness, Allen was already able to take a share of the pie. This is how a group of goblins in the canyon now wield steaming barbecues and fragrant snacks. One scene.

Allen's eyes were a little erratic, as if he was caught in some kind of reverie, but as something in his mental induction gradually approached within a hundred meters of the city wall where he was, Allen's eagle eyes returned to their coldness, and he glanced slightly sideways. However, after seeing the face of the visitor clearly, his eyes calmed down, and his figure became upright. He bowed and signaled to the visitor: "Your Excellency Kirill."

"Ellen, you have a very good attitude. You know how to pay attention to the sufferings of the weak at the bottom."

The demigod assassin of the Ranger Church, the strongest being in the fortress in front of him, 'Shadowless Hanmang' Kirill nodded slightly and looked at Allen with approval.

"..."

Allen responded to the other party's praise with silence. These days, only his tribe would bring some tempting food into the canyon to win people's hearts. The other tribal leaders had all made up their minds to kill these guys. Let's go hungry for a few days. When the food they carry is exhausted, it will be better to gather these guys under their command.

Perhaps Kirill took the Allen people to impress people with their delicacies, thinking that Allen had ordered people to help the natives, so he made these words of praise.

"Do you have time? I organized a small party tonight and invited several plainsmen from other tribes. Let's sit down and connect with each other."

Seeing that Allen didn't speak, Kirill didn't take it seriously, and then softly issued an invitation, which made Allen a little stunned, and then he happily accepted.

"Okay, Your Excellency, please tell me a place, and I will definitely go there in the evening."

　This chapter is overwhelming. I haven’t written a book in a long time. I have forgotten the previous content. I need to find out the feeling.
  　　
  　
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