The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 651 A picture

"Clan leader, you are so powerful, you keep beating that old guy Ariel like a sandbag!!"

The trolls were cleaning up the mess, and Allen, as the person involved, couldn't stay for long, so he could only leave indifferently. On the way back, Swara and the other goblins who caught up with him expressed their innermost feelings to Allen with looks of admiration and awe. Excited.

"He is a worthy opponent!!"

Although the difference in strength was too large, Allen did not feel much pressure. Whether it was energy burst, speed, or flexibility, Allen steadily suppressed the opponent, but Allen could feel Ariel's presence. The determination and will shown in this battle.

Regardless of their identities, at least Ariel's choice as a warrior deserves Allen's praise.

Of course, in addition to this, Allen was holding back a sense of resentment and anger towards this troll. After all, the other party's behavior of seeking death had created a lot of trouble for himself.

When leaving the battlefield, Allen could clearly feel the heavy and sad hatred in the eyes of the Snowmi warriors who were chasing them after seeing the tragic situation of Ariel's body.

This anger and hatred is likely to bring great trouble to the stable operation of the court, and is even more likely to tear apart the lower-level lives of the three clans that are gradually integrating.

Knowing that the other party's purpose of seeking death must be that he has seen through his own plan, and wants to gain more opportunities and time for the tribe's independence at the cost of his own death. Even though Allen thought of these possibilities shortly after Ariel proposed the challenge, when it came to the duel, he still did not choose to maximize his interests and leave Ariel to his last breath. Instead, he respected a The last plea of ​​the warrior and the leader, using the strongest move to send each other back to the River Styx.

This is some empathy that only Allen and Ariel, who are the leaders of the tribe and have been rivals for more than a hundred years, can empathize with each other and even pity each other. If it were other strong men fighting, Allen would not necessarily It's so irrational now.

The original plan was to show off his strength at the meeting of the three tribes after being promoted to demigod, and take this opportunity to speed up the integration of the three tribes. However, in the end, it made things develop in a worse direction. Naturally, Allen felt somewhat unhappy. Proud, because of the complacency brought by the advancement, and also regained sanity.

"In the recent period, when enforcing the law in the Nasir Fortress, let the clan use as gentle a method as possible. If that doesn't work, let them assign the tasks to members of the jackals and trolls."

Back at Namur Fortress, Allen found Oliver, Swara and the others and warned them.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements later."

Oliver was still very excited at this time. What it meant for the patriarch to be promoted to demigod was evident from the fact that in this short period of time, representatives from the Urok, Argan, and Amansha tribes came to congratulate him.

Swara was a little puzzled. The clan leader had obviously killed the leader of the trolls. With the clan leader's current power and strength, he could directly be aggressive in the Nasir Fortress. Why did he suddenly ask the goblins to restrain their hands and feet!

But even though he didn't understand, he didn't want to ask in detail, lest he lose his composure in front of Allen and make him think that he was not smart enough.

After staying in the position of city defense commander for a long time and feeling the pleasure brought by power, Swara was no longer satisfied with his current position and wanted to control greater power. For this reason, he even slacked off in training his legendary expertise, and devoted more energy to how to manage the army and how to handle specific affairs.

"By the way, when will the next ten-year regular meeting of the Mansa Alliance be held?"

Allen raised his head and looked at Oliver.

"Six years later."

Oliver thought for a moment and replied.

"Okay, remember to remind me when the time comes that I will go to Mansha City in person to attend the meeting this time."

"Ok."

"Also, help me block the envoys who come to congratulate me, and then choose a suitable opportunity, and I will summon them together."

"How about we organize a celebration within the clan?"

Oliver asked expectantly.

"...Well, okay, you guys can figure it out."

Allen, who didn't like trouble at first, suddenly thought of a scene that had appeared in the fantasy world. It happened that the assets of the tribe's public treasury were shrinking, so it wouldn't be a bad thing to take this opportunity to collect some gifts to make up for the shortfall.

Anyway, since I have no intention of hiding the fact of my promotion, these harassments are inevitable after all.

For several months, Namur Fortress has been bustling with people, mostly envoys sent by various tribes in the wilderness, as well as representatives from major forces. Of course, with Allen's character, unless he is at the legendary level, or envoys from the temple and several major unions come to congratulate him, he will generally not show up, and will just hide in his castle and continue to explore the direction of the future.

Late at night, in the house of a poor dwarf family in Green Lake Town, Marilyn, a female dwarf, knelt cross-legged in front of a stone bugbear statue. Her eyes were closed and her face was solemn, and she was saying a routine prayer in a low and devout voice.

"...Great Lord of Food, may your glory shine on the earth, and may your wisdom guide the lost lambs..."

"...Please look with your eyes so that you can see devout believers and listen to the prayers in the heart of the Lamb..."

"...Our Lord has mercy and protects the children of your devout believers, so that they can be healed..."

No matter how wealthy the tribe is, there are always tribesmen who live miserable lives and are at the bottom of the tribe. It is obvious that Marilyn's family is the group of goblins who have the most difficult life in the tribe.

Marilyn's husband was born with a disability and had no means or funds. He spent a lot of money to ask the priests of the temple to help correct the dwarf male. Because of his disability, he was unable to engage in work that required professional skills, and finally had to start a low and dirty job. excrement work. Marilyn herself had been frail and sickly since she was a child. In addition, she was poured over the head with a pot of boiling water in her early years, and her appearance was completely disfigured. She finally found a disabled husband.

Although the life of the two is hard, fortunately, there are many job opportunities in the tribe and the salary is not bad, so that they can at least have food and drink during their small life. But the day a new life appeared in their home, bad luck seemed to find them again.

During a job of digging out manure, her husband did not pay attention to ventilation and was suffocated to death by the methane gas in the sewer pipes. After losing her main labor force, Marilyn had to keep her only son at home in order to support the family, but she did not expect that the child would wake up. He accidentally fell off the bed and hit the ground head first. He injured his spine and lost consciousness and mobility below the head.

Marilyn couldn't even support the lives of the two of them, let alone spend money to treat their children, even though she knew that the priests and druids of the temple had magical powers that could restore their children's vitality.

But it was also because of this only hope that Marilyn did not give up on life and fell into the abyss of despair.

Marilyn worked hard, and although she didn’t have much spare money every month, she would be able to raise enough money to help her children one day.

Later, by chance, Marilyn came into contact with a group of compatriots and neighbors who cared to help her family members who were living in difficulties. They sent some free daily necessities to her family on time every month, allowing Marilyn to save more spare money.

It was during this opportunity that Marilyn learned about the organization 'God of Cookery Praise Society', and she sincerely supported the patriarch Marilyn. After all, a family like theirs would not be able to survive in any tribe. They were either expelled from the tribe or died of hunger and hardship.

Because of her support and admiration, Marilyn became a devout believer in the Praise Society. She knew that due to her family environment, she could not give much help to other compatriots, but she hoped to contribute her own strength and prove herself through certain actions. of loyalty.

As long as she has time, she will pray and praise devoutly in front of the obsidian sculpture given to her by the praise society. Even if such behavior is required, because praise requires a secret relationship and no one will know about it, she is willing to do so.

The obsidian sculpture reflects little bits of light in the dim space. The mysterious black color combined with the exquisite carving craftsmanship makes the sculpture look particularly solemn.

Marilyn's devout prayers and lack of distracting thoughts made her fall into a state of meditation. At this moment, her spiritual power became pure and condensed. An unspeakable belief and pure spiritual power formed due to belief took place. The subtle fusion slowly forms a shining point of light in the spiritual world that no one can perceive or detect.

The obsidian sculpture seemed to sense the existence of this light spot and began to vibrate spontaneously. This vibration was similar to the magic vibration, but it was different. At least the casters could not feel this vibration.

After the vibration reaches a certain frequency, it becomes like a magnet, slowly attracting the brilliance in Marilyn's spiritual world from her body, and the light spots are finally thrown into the obsidian sculpture like a moth.

The internal structure of the obsidian sculpture is actually unremarkable, and there is no trace of the existence of any magic model. However, it seems that it is a statue carved from stone at random. When the light spot is integrated into the interior, the light spot reappears thousands of miles away. The endless starry sky is far away, and opposite the light spot is a huge new star that is taking shape.

The dim new star is constantly devouring the surrounding energy and debris, waiting to accumulate enough power to shine. The surface of the nova is sometimes bright and sometimes depressed. If Allen could see this scene with his own eyes, he would find that the frequency of the nova's flashing light and energy vibration was exactly the same as his heartbeat and breathing.

The light points plunged into the new star and turned into its new power. Around the starry sky, there were countless photoelectrics with different luster suddenly appearing, rushing into the new star.

The new star emits mysterious fluctuations, flashing faint light, and the fluctuating breath turns into an invisible ray, shooting in the direction of a blue planet in the deep starry sky.

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Allen was in his castle, sitting on the bed with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, falling into deep meditation.

Deep meditation that has become an instinct of the body, for Allen, wanting to achieve it is as simple as breathing. As the distracting thoughts in his mind are suppressed by strong willpower, Allen's mind, which is calm, slows down. Slowly sinking into every corner of the body, leading the anger in the body to flow and gallop through the inherent veins.

Suddenly, a picture broke into Allen's consciousness, and a subtle, sincere voice sounded in Allen's ears simultaneously with the picture.

"...Please look with your eyes so that you can see devout believers and listen to the prayers in the heart of the Lamb..."

"...Our Lord has mercy and protects the children of your devout believers, so that they can be healed..."

The skin of the female dwarf seemed to be melted by something, and the appearance was somewhat terrifying. The sounds and images of devout prayers came suddenly. Allen, who had never experienced such an experience before, initially thought that something had happened or was influenced by the outside world. , but as the spiritual power spread, the castle training room where he meditated was empty.

Allen suddenly woke up from his meditation, and the pictures in his mind suddenly disappeared. When he saw the familiar and dark training room again, Allen couldn't help but look around.

The scene just now was so real that Allen didn't think it was an illusion. Thinking of the belief in the 'God of Cookery' that he had secretly led over the years, he always felt that it might have a lot to do with it.

After all, most of the words prayed by the disfigured dwarf were studied by Allen and several scholars in the tribe. These prayers that appear in the picture are probably from one of his followers. You are praying devoutly, and for some reason it resonates with your spiritual world.

Just like when I was sleeping, I would always resonate with a certain world and see many magical and wonderful scenes in other worlds.

Whoosh! ! !
  Allen flew out from the window of the training room and headed straight to Green Lake Town in the west. Soon, in his field of vision, he saw the prosperous land full of greenery.

"Help me find a goblin, a female dwarf who should have been burned and her face was disfigured. She should have a child, and the child has some kind of disease..."

Because the belief in the 'God of Food' was in the experimental stage, Allen's chosen testing site was Green Lake Town, which was relatively less complicated and more loyal to the tribe. As for the Namur Fortress, Allen asked the members he selected to try to control the pace of the leakage of beliefs. At least to his control and understanding, the 'God of Cookery' belief has not yet entered the Namur Fortress.

Therefore, if the female dwarf believer in the picture in my mind really exists, she must be in Green Lake Town.

"clear."

Five preaching members wearing bronze masks and off-white robes responded solemnly and left quickly. According to the situation described by Allen, they began to search among the thousands of believers in Green Lake Town.

　Hahaha, I didn’t expect that I didn’t stop updating last month. Please tell me, is it worthy of praise? ? ?
  　　
  　
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