The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 447 Gifts
  The Tagan Desert is as hot and dry as ever. Just the scorching sun that scorches people all the time when walking in it is enough to make people upset.

Ted's bloated team went through a huge circle and finally stepped into this strange land. Only then were they able to take a breath and let the dying children in the team rest for a while.

Allen only caught up with the team half a month later. With his speed, it wouldn't have taken that long, but since he had decided to help this team cut off its rear and clear its tail, Allen didn't mind grabbing it. The mission of this scout team of drow companions was to send the group of enemies who dared to follow them into the River Styx.

Allen also knew that in the retreating team at this time, it didn't matter if he was one more or less than him. It was better to take advantage of this opportunity to move freely to avoid another conflict with some unsighted things in the team.

It was a pity that when they came to participate in the mission this time, they did not encounter an opponent who could put Allen into a tough fight. Of course, this had a lot to do with the tight time limit of their mission and their very capable teammates.

However, this also left a little regret in Allen's heart. After all, he originally hoped to meet a suitable opponent in this mission and take this opportunity to complete a breakthrough!

The legendary specialty of perfect physique has improved Allen's combat effectiveness. Among the many specialties he knows, there is no one that is more in line with Allen's plans for the future.

Because the strength of his Berserker profession lies in his explosiveness, Allen has been striving to maximize his explosive power over the years, whether he has chosen a specialty or researched a series of skills on his own. When powerful special power-generating techniques such as ordinary heavy attacks, super heavy attacks, and devastating heavy attacks are integrated with each other, such as the various moves created by Allen, the power that bursts out is often difficult for his opponents to parry, but At the same time, it also places strong demands on Allen's own physique and blood vessels.

Until now, Allen's strongest "Open Heaven" move, if it lasted for a day, he could only use it less than 20 times at most, and then his body could no longer withstand the backlash of the powerful move.

But Allen has a feeling that if he fully masters the expertise of perfect physique, it will be a qualitative leap in improving his physical fitness. In fact, Allen feels that the breakthrough point for his improvement to level 10 as a basic professional warrior is closely related to the mastery of a perfect physique.

Combat is the source of motivation for bugbears to improve their strength. Allen has solidified this fact with too many proofs through various intelligence collections on the promotion and advancement of Green Field tribe members. When he couldn't make a breakthrough through training for a long time, Allen could only place his hope on actual combat so that he would be more confident when facing off against other strong players in the future.

At Allen's current status, legendary powerhouses that were previously out of reach were just part of his daily interactions. In the wilderness, the best way to communicate with the strong is your own strength and the power of the tribe behind you.

The Green Field Tribe has no hope for the time being, or in other words, the Green Field Tribe is still relying on the power of Allen, the backbone of the tribe, to live and work in peace and contentment in the remote Green Field Plain.

Therefore, after all calculations, Allen still has to rely on himself to gain the respect and awe of many powerful people in the wilderness.

"You're back? Did you encounter any trouble on the way?"

Allen's return rarely attracted the attention of the demigod Kirill. As soon as he landed, he took Ted and another drow legendary priest Lydia to inquire about Allen's experience with concern.

"No, I just helped you clean up the tail on the way, so it took a little time."

Allen smiled slightly and replied calmly.

"That's good, we are still worried about whether you encountered any accident!"

Kirill and Allen are actually not very familiar with each other. Although they are in the same camp and it is not the first time they have cooperated, the last time they cooperated, they were both masked and silent, and Allen did not know the identity of the other party.

"Ah, of course, with your ability Alan, I don't think there will be much of a problem."

"Thank you for your concern."

Allen was a little surprised. The other party acted a little attentively, especially the two Drow Legends behind Kirill. Their smiles never fell from their faces when they saw Allen. This seemed somewhat deliberate for two people who were not familiar with each other. .

"Thanks to Sir Kirill and Patriarch Allen, you helped us escape from our dark life this time. I hope you, Chief Allen, can accept it."

The drow female named Lydia no longer wore the revealing clothes she wore when they first met. Now she was wearing a plain black black gauze. She stood in front of Allen, like a black pearl, shining with beautiful light.

There is always a hint of temptation and amorous feelings in the other party's words and actions, but for Allen, who is very slow in this regard, he doesn't feel much.

A pair of jade hands stretched out, holding a pair of pure black daggers about 70 centimeters in length. Although one end of the dagger blade was inserted into a delicate and gorgeous dagger sheath, the restrained and mysterious aura of the sword body was enough to prove that it was a pair of pure black daggers. For excellent weapons.

"This……"

Allen looked embarrassed and glanced at Kirill. Accepting this mission would be rewarding in itself, and since his employer was right in front of him, it was naturally difficult for him to accept the other party's gift.

"Just take it. While you're out, others have already accepted gifts from Ted and the others. You can't be unsocial." Kirill smiled heartily and took it directly from Lydia's hand. Send the dagger into Allen's arms.

Allen looked at the human Eric who came at the same time and was following Kirill. After receiving his affirmative look in reply, he refused again, twitched his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and looked at him appreciatively in front of everyone. He looked at the weapons in his hands.

Even in the daytime when the sun is shining brightly, the exposed surroundings of the sword blade seem to belong to another space, and no light can stay there; the gaze is fixed on the blade, but it does not seem to be real, as if the blade has always been nothingness. The presence.

"This is a high-level magic weapon carefully crafted by our clan's forging master. It uses hematite flowing from the lava river and shadow crystals, a unique underground material. It has a strong affinity for shadow energy..."

Seeing Allen accept the gift, the capable and handsome Ted also enthusiastically began to introduce to Allen the material and characteristics of the weapon in his hand.

"There are three spell models drawn inside the dagger, one of which is poisoning. For the target stabbed by the blade, a poison spell effect equivalent to the fourth level will be added..."

Allen also did not expect that the drow in front of him was so generous and used a high-level magic weapon. Even the equipment and weapons worn by Allen were only two high-level magic items.

"Thank you."

Although I can't use the dagger myself, it is a very precious weapon to use as a reward to enrich the clan's public treasury.

The green field tribe's biennial competition had already established a new high-level combat competition many years ago, and it was in urgent need of a large number of magic props to replenish the public treasury. As there are more and more high-level professionals in the tribe, the small amount of magic props produced by the casting team led by the aging gray dwarves Manduli and his wife can no longer keep up with the development of the tribe.

After all, although the Manduli couple and the group of gray dwarves that Allen later purchased are skilled in making weapons and protective gear, to say how exquisite their craftsmanship is, it is to look down upon them. .

The gray dwarves who can be purchased by small and medium-sized tribes like Allen are naturally not very valuable, and their craftsmanship is also very superficial. It's just that Allen's tribe was poor at the beginning. Even ordinary blacksmiths, in their opinion, It is also very precious. Later, with the arrival of humans like Eric and others who came from the temples of the human kingdom, and with the arrival of several promising descendants of the younger generation of gray dwarves, the tribe's casting skills gradually improved.

Even so, the Green Field Tribe produces only a hundred items that can be regarded as the threshold of magic props every year. This little prop is really a drop in the bucket for a Greenfield tribe with a population base of 30,000 people and growing new ones.

"You're welcome, as long as you like it, Chief Allen!!"

Lydia pursed her red lips lightly, with spring in her eyes, and said happily.

"Actually, we also have one more thing that we would like to ask Chief Allen for help with."

Allen's eyes paused as he admired the dagger. It seemed that this gift from the other party was really not that easy to get! !

Returning his gaze to the pretty Lydia, Allen responded calmly: "My ability is not as great as Sir Kirill's. If you don't ask for help from Sir Kirill, you come to me instead. Are you looking for the wrong person?" ?”

"How could it be! The heroic fighting spirit of Patriarch Allen is something that few can match even among the dark elves!"

Lydia giggled, her charm evident, and a gust of wind hit the tip of Allen's nose, but it did not cause any change in Allen's face.

"We just want to..."

When Lydia was halfway through speaking their request with a pitiful expression, a frost had already appeared on Alan's plain face.

puff!puff!
  The pair of daggers that had just been obtained were connected to the scabbards and thrown out by Allen. They were inserted right in front of Lydia and Ted's front toes. Only an iron knot at the end of the entire dagger was still exposed on the ground. above.

"Sorry, this matter is non-negotiable. Even if Sir Kirill opens his mouth, there is no way I can agree!!"

Allen's sudden change of attitude was a little caught off guard, but as Allen's loyal companion, Eric immediately walked up from behind Kirill and the others, stood on the same line as Allen, and confronted the other three.

In the distance, there were Maggot Eyes, Ariel and others who were secretly observing this scene. They had different expressions and their attention became more and more concentrated.

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(End of this chapter)