The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 556 Transition
  Seeing that the closing time of the teleportation circle was getting closer, Allen's mood became more and more tense, because he never saw the shadow of his tribe's team.

Could it be that something happened during their activities in the mirage plane? Or maybe they were plotted by other teams? Or...

All kinds of thoughts popped up randomly in Allen's mind, and every time he pressed down a thought, another thought came up. This was the first time Allen took the children of the tribe to fight on the front line, which made him feel anxious.

I have long heard that it often happens that tribal participating teams are completely wiped out in the plane, or they simply forget the end time of the competition and are unable to be transported back to Feynman World and then are assimilated into the mirage plane. Every few It will happen once or twice every time.

Teams were teleported back one after another. Every time Allen looked with expectant eyes, he was met with disappointment. Until there were still three spells left before the teleportation circle was closed, another team was teleported back. Allen Finally I found that group of young faces, and the stone in my heart fell.

There were a total of two hundred people in the team when they left. Now, after Alan's rough sweep, the number has been reduced to more than half. It seems that this group of brats has experienced a lot of risks in the mirage plane for a month! !

Without saying hello to the children, after confirming that they had returned safely, Allen stood up again, picked up the package at his feet, put it on his back, and walked slowly outside the city indifferently.

"Ah!! I'm finally back!!"

This scene will appear in almost every tribal team that has just teleported back. The hobgoblin ranger Marshall fell into an open space outside the teleportation circle, slowly caressing the cold stone floor, and let out an excited whisper. .

During this month, the warriors of the Green Field Tribe lived in fear and trepidation every day, especially when they penetrated deep into the outer area of ​​the beacon and encountered targets like the flying snakes they had encountered before. , so many that they can't avoid them even if they want to. As team members continue to lose weight, it becomes increasingly difficult for everyone to challenge these social creatures.

But for the glory of the tribe and the expectations of the patriarch, no one like Leo, the leaders, and the tribesmen below them gave up on continuing to explore and challenge the dangers in front of them. Even because they went too deep into the fringe zone, they lost their way when they came back. They encountered several powerful waves of alien creatures that blocked the way. They almost failed to make it in time to return. The heavy psychological pressure was on them waiting until they returned. After entering the real world, it broke out directly on the tribesmen.

Leo, Amansha and other leaders are not like this, but as leaders, they have a heavier burden on their shoulders and cannot show their emotions as freely as their companions in front of them. While they are counting the resources they have harvested, they are counting the resources they have harvested with the alliance director who comes to connect. , while lightly raising his brows and scanning the surrounding environment.

In a daze, Leo seemed to see the familiar and majestic back of the clan leader, but when he looked for it intently, it seemed that this figure had never appeared before.

"Excuse me, are you adults back?"

Because he was not familiar with the current situation in the city and had some inventory matters to deal with, Leo had no choice but to ask the staff member who was looking down at the supplies in front of him.

"They came back yesterday, and you are the last team to come back."

The dwarf supervisor said without raising his head.

"OK, thanks."

Although they delayed their return in the mirage plane, Leo and his team gained more resources. The full luggage piled up like hills was what they had gained this month.

Of course, the abundant supplies were obtained at the expense of the lives of dozens of companions. Whenever they thought of this, captains Leo, Amansha, and Spark were not in a good mood. Although everyone has experienced life and death in these years, the death of dozens of companions in front of them is far more shocking and sad than the occasional casualties of one or two companions during adventures.

After busy handing over and counting, Leo and the others' gains were cut by more than half. After the team members vented their emotions and regained their composure, Leo, Amansha and the others looked at each other, and then issued the order: "Gather! !”

"Target: Camp outside the city!!"

Taking advantage of the time when the boys were handing over in the square, Allen returned to the 'Allen Restaurant' stronghold first, retrieved the dimensional bag he had placed in the warehouse, and at the same time ordered the store manager to prepare a sumptuous meal. Sent to the camp outside the city.

When the boys returned to the camp, they happened to see the long tables put together one after another, filled with steaming food, and their mood suddenly became more joyful.

"Welcome back, my child!!"

Allen stood at the gate of the camp and looked at the group of goblin descendants kindly. He didn't have a direct bloodline yet, which allowed him to treat every junior in the clan relatively fairly and justly.

"Clan leader!!"

Captains Leo, Amansha, Spark, and the other team members behind them saluted Allen with complex expressions of reverence, excitement, and gratitude.

"You must have had a hard time this time!!"

"Fortunately."

It was rare for a group of people to get Allen's approval, and many goblins replied sheepishly without touching their heads.

"Chief, this is us..."

"Go and wash up first, fill your stomach first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

"Mia, pack all these things."

"Yes."

The middle-aged dwarf female Mia, who had been waiting at the entrance of the camp for a long time, came up to her, followed by a group of tribe members who stayed behind in Mansha City and ran catering services. They delivered prepared toiletries and took Leo and the others from behind. salute.

Seeing the children below devouring their food one by one, and the goblins whose hands and feet were not very nimble when eating, with wounds from the war remaining on their bodies, and some even missing an arm or a thigh, Allen felt somewhat complicated.

For the benefit of the tribe, this group of goblins, who could have become the backbone of the tribe in the next 20 years, devoted themselves to this dangerous event. While eating, Allen quietly counted their number. Except for the group of ogres, there were just over a hundred goblins left. In other words, almost 80 goblins died in this competition. middle.

Before the annexation of the Ajinaga tribe, Allen would have felt sad if the tribe had lost so many good players all at once, and now he felt a little heavy and complicated at best.

"...Clan leader, this time it was our captains' poor command that resulted in the loss of so many companions..."

After eating, Leo, Spark and others couldn't wait to find Allen and report to him the mistakes they made during this mission.

"All right!!"

Allen stretched out his hand, patted these young juniors, and said with relief: "We all know how dangerous this competition is. Even when we old guys killed a group of giants, one of them died. As for people, more than a dozen people were seriously injured, not to mention you little guys."

"And the competition is over. Besides, those questions don't mean much. What you have to do now is to reflect on and summarize this experience. Next time there is such a task, you can't make the same mistakes again. "There are also those comrades who died in the battle. You must also try to continue their share of life, and together with the remaining living comrades, help take care of the families of the fallen comrades."

"do you know?"

"Yes."

The eyes of several little guys were red, and they responded loudly and firmly.

The competition has come to an end. The next step is to rearrange the rankings of each race based on the resources obtained by the representatives and teams of each race in the mission, as well as the mission performance, and then meet for a meeting to announce the results of this competition.

The results came out quickly. On the third day after the competition, the alliance meeting was held in the conference hall. The judging panel composed of four demigods and the top officials of the temple determined the rankings of this century-old competition based on the performance of the legends in the mission and the resources collected by the teams of various races in the mirage plane.

"Congratulations, Chief Allen, you have climbed up to more than 10 places in this competition. We will not be able to compete next time."

A dog head next to him came over, looked at Allen enviously, and said words of joy.

"It's just a change of seats. This conference hall is only a little bigger. If we turn around, shouldn't we still meet?"

Allen smiled slightly and replied politely.

The ranking of the Green Field Tribe in this competition was unexpectedly good. It was improved by a full 15 places compared to the ranking of the former Ajinaga Tribe, from 62nd in the previous session to 47th now. , which means that the status of the tribe in the alliance has been improved, and the rights it enjoys have also increased.

Of course, this growth rate has not changed much, but at least Allen and his Greenfield tribe have completely gained a foothold in the alliance after this incident.

"Congratulations, Chief Allen, I knew..."

Another person came over to say hello warmly, and Allen returned the favor with a polite smile as he chatted with these legendary representatives.

In fact, the contribution provided by the missions represented by legends does not have a great impact on the ranking of the tribe. This is also the reason why many tribes do not send out the strongest combat power among the tribes. The competition is more about the high-level combat positions of each tribe. Foundation, this is where the real strength of a tribe lies.

The fact that Allen's tribe can achieve the current improvement is enough to show that their tribe is prosperous. In addition, Allen himself is still relatively young among the legends, so these legends who are very knowledgeable about the world will take the initiative to establish friendship with Allen. Save some favors for later.

Allen also went with the flow. It happened that his tribe was now a blank slate, and he really needed to move around more with other members of the alliance so as not to be isolated. It's just a pity that Allen had a stiff face and chatted awkwardly with more than a dozen legendary representatives for a long time. Through seemingly unintentional chatting, Allen discovered that most of these tribes who took the initiative to join in had low rankings, and among them the most The positive legends and their tribe can be said to be at the bottom of the league.

Of course, there are also representatives with better rankings than the Green Tribe who come to chat with Allen and help him out, but they are all guys like Bridget and Marcus who have established good friendships with Allen in the mirage plane. . As for the representatives of the other top-ranked tribes, the old god looked particularly proud on the ground, and he was also casual about the other representatives who came up. It seems that the relationship between the tribes in this wilderness is actually so realistic! !
  "congratulations!!!"

Allen, who had been smiling all day with a smile on his face, and whose muscles were a little sore, did not expect that when he returned to his residence, he would still be unable to escape the pain of dealing with people.

Albian had long blocked the side door of Allen's residence in the back hall of a pasta restaurant in the south of the city. When Allen came back exhausted, his voice came out of the darkness one step ahead of him.

Allen raised his head and saw Albian's handsome but sinister face. He raised his hand and smiled bitterly: "Your intelligence system is really powerful. You know the result of the competition so quickly."

"Actually, we already knew the ranking of your tribe when the first draft of this ranking was finalized."

Albian smiled deeply and said slowly.

"..."

What else can Allen say? This is obviously showing off and flexing his muscles.

He invited Albian into his small courtyard, and soon a dwarf brought drinks and desserts to Allen and the others.

"I wonder how you have considered what you told Chief Allen last time?"

When the dwarf servant disappeared into the courtyard, Albian retracted the smile on his face, looked at Allen seriously and asked.

"...I've only just been back for two days!!"

Allen picked up the drink on the stone table, took a sip, and secretly looked into the eyes of the elf assassin by raising his arms.

"Why are you so anxious that you want me to give you an answer?"

"Ugh!!"

Albian let out a long sigh and looked at Alan seriously.

"Actually, this matter is really important to me."

"Jiawen branch president promised me that if I can convince you to establish a branch stronghold in Namur Fortress, then he will support me as the director of the branch stronghold."

A look of confusion appeared deep in Allen's eyes. He felt that Albian was acting too hastily from the beginning. Such a scene should not have happened based on the Assassin's Guild's acting style. Now after hearing Albian's answer Only then did he realize the reason why the other party was so urgent.

"I have seriously considered what you said to me before. I really need to resettle for a while. It just so happens that the Assassin's Guild intends to establish a new stronghold in your territory. If I can get the position of director, then I can have more With high authority, applying for more information about the legend may be of great help to me to break through the legend.”

"...Since you have said it so straightforwardly, I won't beat around the bush. Let's lay out our cards."

After the doubts in his mind were cleared, Allen, who had already made a decision, and with the same majesty of legendary resilience, slowly sat up straight and looked at Albian.

"What is your guild's final bottom line?"

　I know that these recent chapters may seem boring to everyone, but there is no way. After all, some things still need to be paved, such as the closer relationship between the Green Tribe and other tribes in the alliance, and Allen as a legend and other powerful people. The connections made, etc.

　　
  　
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