The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 660 Cultivation
  "...It is said that each major church will hide one or two incarnations specifically for the descending of gods. In addition, if a god wants to complete the descending of gods, he can only temporarily occupy the closest thing to the fluctuation of his godhead. , the most devout believer body to complete the return to Feynman’s world.”

"However, the souls of believers who can resonate with the fluctuations of gods and gods are very rare. Whenever major churches find such believers, they will usually train them from an early age and give them a very high status. For example, in the Drow Federation to the north of us , that dark saint is such an existence..."

"Now it seems that the soul frequency of the hobgoblin believer you met is very similar to yours!!"

"Then I suggest you let your subordinates cultivate him well. In the future, he may become your spokesperson in the mortal world, or a means to confuse the public at critical moments, etc..."

Fortunately, Allen came to Figueras, otherwise he might have missed a devout believer of great value.

Listening to Figueras's specious explanation, Allen's mind was spinning, and he began to think about how beneficial it would be to combat, preaching and other matters if he truly mastered methods such as divine descent in the future.

However, Figueras couldn't explain anything about the descending of gods. After all, the power promotion system of their dragon clan is different from that of humanoid creatures. It was thanks to the dragon that he could explain so much to Allen. The family has a long heritage, and there is also the benefit of Figueres's own long lifespan.

"……Um."

Allen nodded and responded casually without comment.

Now that everyone has arrived at Figueras's territory, and the tribe has nothing else to do, Allen simply stayed on the top of this mountain where ice and fire blended for a while, making several promised meals for Figueras.

Figueras is naturally very welcoming. In recent years, Allen has been troubled by the spiritual world and has been unable to conduct effective retreats, so he has devoted more energy to studying new dishes.

While stealing the latest cooking methods developed by the goblin chefs in the master clan and integrating them into his own cooking techniques, Allen did not forget to relax and took the initiative to look through his past memories, recalling the novelties he had seen in his sleep. means of cooking.

Ever since Allen advanced to Legend, he has rarely seen magical scenes from another world in his dreams. Perhaps it is because his spiritual world has undergone substantial changes since he advanced to Legend, making it difficult for him to be affected by external influences like he was when he was weak. .

Figueras was in for a treat. Not only could he taste the latest dishes, but the new products and magic dishes they had found from the magical beasts and potion plants in the mountains were of great help to Figueras.

The dragon itself is physically strong, which is its unique talent. It is also a shackle that limits their self-refinement and strength. They can only grow slowly over the long years.

Of course, there are also alchemy-prepared potions in the world that can permanently improve a certain characteristic of a creature after drinking it. However, without exception, such potions are often expensive and can only be effective the first time they are used.

What Figueras didn't expect was that most of the magical dishes developed by a bugbear in a remote wilderness would permanently improve a certain characteristic of the eater, and the characteristics would be improved in proportion.

This is definitely the most suitable method of improvement for giant dragons. Because of their strong bodies, most of the medicines that have miraculous effects on humanoid creatures only have a slight effect on giant dragons.

The reason why Figueras has been staying in the territory of the Green Field Tribe and trying every means to bargain with Allen, hoping that the other party will make new magic dishes for him to taste, is because of the characteristics of magic dishes.

Figueras could feel that in the past few decades of living in the Green Field Tribe, he had tasted dozens of Allen's new dishes. Excluding more than half of the dishes, they only had short-term blessing effects, or had irrelevant effects such as resistance to poison and magic. In addition to the main characteristics, the remaining half of the permanent blessing related to physical strength improvement has increased the dragon's physical strength by about 5%.

Don't underestimate this number. For a giant dragon to increase its strength through sleep and other means, it would take at least hundreds of years.

Allen himself has actually gained a lot. When developing new dishes, his physical strength has also improved a lot. For a long time before, he had even forgotten his profession as a cook. When tempering his physical strength, he placed more hope in legendary expertise, self-tempering and other methods, but he ignored the magical cuisine, a professional specialty that he had created a great reputation for himself.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that there are not many magical beasts around the Green Field Plain, and the development of new magic dishes requires a lot of time and energy, and there is no room for interruption.

However, due to the problem of the sea of ​​​​consciousness in recent years, Allen has been unable to concentrate on self-training, but it has allowed Allen to have more time to learn from the new dishes of the talented goblin chefs in the tribe, while sorting out his knowledge of cooking. experience and knowledge.

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Zelang returned to the work of building roads and digging mountains. I don't know if it was due to the illusion of narrowly surviving, but Zelang always felt that there seemed to be some changes in himself.

Suffering from eye disease, his vision has always been blurry. No matter when walking or working, he will be careful to avoid bumping into his surrounding companions. But since the last experience, although his vision has not changed much, he seems to have an extra pair of eyes. When he bumps into a companion or some object, he can sense their presence in advance and stop. Hit the move or simply avoid it.

This is a feeling that is difficult to describe. Although Mingming Zelang's vision was blurry, there was a clear picture in his brain. Sometimes, even the subtle outlines of objects could be conceived in his sea of ​​consciousness.

If the field of vision of an ordinary person is 160 degrees to both sides from the direction in which the pupils are looking straight, then Zelang can almost detect the existence of objects behind him or approaching creatures through perception, which is almost a full range of vision.

It's a pity that this kind of sensing ability also has a distance limit, and it can't exceed a maximum of three meters around his body, but this is enough for him to return to his normal life.

In addition, Zelang's physical strength has also been greatly improved. The hobgoblin, who once existed as the lowest level cannon fodder, is only about level 6. But now, Zelang's physical strength has reached level 8, and he can faintly feel that there is an unknown energy flowing in his body, which seems to be left in his body after being manipulated by someone at that time. A surge of energy.

Perhaps it won't be long before Zelang can become the professional he once hoped for when he was young. Regarding the changes in his body at this time, Zelang was not only happy and curious, but also deepened his devotion to his faith.

"At 2 o'clock in the morning, go to the abandoned police post one mile west of the accommodation. Someone is looking for you."

Zelang, who was secretly excited and exploring his own changes during labor, suddenly heard a deep voice in his ears. He looked up and saw a familiar hobgoblin pushing an empty cart and parked beside him.

"What??"

Zelang remembered that this hobgoblin was a member who had just come over two days ago to replace the off-duty workers. He seemed to have encountered him several times in Green Lake Town.

"The taste is exciting."

The newly arrived hobgoblin used his free hand and whispered softly. While observing the surrounding environment, he vaguely made a lotus flower blooming with his fingers.

"Cooking life."

Zelang's eyes were bright, and he quickly lowered his voice and replied. At this time, he finally knew why the other party was talking to him. These two actions were a kind of proof of identity among the official members of the 'God of Cookery Praise Club', and he was just I have learned these movements, but it is my first time to verify them when I actually come into contact with a strange hobgoblin. "At two o'clock in the morning, stay at the abandoned police post one mile west of So. Someone is looking for you."

After proving his identity, the hobgoblin quickly loaded the earth and rocks into his car while continuing to repeat what he had just said.

"it is good."

Zelang nodded and responded in a deep voice without getting entangled.

The new hobgoblin quickly filled the cart, pushed the cart away without saying a word to Zelang, and did not see any contact with Zelang for the next whole day.

Zelang didn't care. The Praise Club's requirement to keep his identity confidential was something he had been told by thousands of people. This time, someone suddenly came to contact him. This was already incredible. What he was thinking about now was why the great goblin suddenly contacted him at the risk of being exposed.

In the dead of night, the simple construction site residence is filled with the smell of sweat. In a room filled with 5-6 strong workers, snoring can be heard one after another. Zelang, who had never slept peacefully, used the excuse of waking up at night to get up from the room. He went to the toilet in a shack and took a look. After making sure that there was no other person's breath, he turned over and flexibly walked in the dark night. Under the cover of the enemy, he went in the direction indicated by his hobgoblin companion during the day.

"..."

Zelang, who finally touched the abandoned police post, carefully hid in the dark and peeped for a long time, but there was no trace of anyone coming or going. Just when he thought he had heard wrongly, there suddenly seemed to be something unusual in the space he perceived.

Zelang quickly increased his perception, and his brain spontaneously began to describe the surrounding environment and scenes. A blurry figure slowly appeared in the picture, less than one meter behind him.

Turning around, Zelang's cloudy eyes stared forward, where his brain sensed. Although the dim vision and the influence of his own eye disease prevented him from seeing any traces of human figures, he was unswervingly facing the place where his brain sensed. , opened his mouth and whispered: "The taste is exciting."

"Cooking life."

Sure enough, Zelang sensed the locked space, and a low voice came. At the same time, a short figure slowly emerged from the shadow plane, looking at the half-blind man in front of him with a bit of surprise. Zelang.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't expect your perception to be so sharp that you could even detect my stealth."

As the backbone of the praise meeting, Cohan should not have appeared in this wilderness. However, this time the character involved a goblin who was very important to the great 'God of Food', so he personally led the character here.

Unexpectedly, the hobgoblin in front of him, whose aura seemed weak and who had an eye disease according to the intelligence, could actually sense Cohan's stealth skills as a shadow walker. This really made Cohan feel frustrated and curious at the same time.

You must know that the explosive power of the Shadow Walker profession is not as good as that of the Assassin, and the combat flexibility and endurance are not as good as that of the Shadow Warrior. The only thing that can be commended is his stealth ability, which is the strongest among the advanced professions of Thieves.

With Cohan's current advanced level 13 ability, if he is more careful, even if he sneaks up to a few tens of meters around the legendary primary powerhouse, he will most likely not be noticed. This clearly shows Zelang's perception. So powerful.

Of course, if Cohan knew that Zelang's perception range was no more than three meters at most, then he wouldn't be as surprised as he is now.

"Hello Zelang, I am Cohan, one of the four acolytes of the Praise Society. I am here to help you return to Green Lake Town. I have other important assignments for you."

“Acolyte Cohan??”

Zelang only knew that their praise meetings were held in small groups. There were only about ten people in his group, and above the leader of their group, it was said that there was also a secretary. As for the so-called assistant priest, he was I've never heard of it.

As the most ordinary believer, Zelang would naturally not know the secrets of the higher level of the Praise Club. If he hadn't suddenly resonated with Allen's soul, he might not have known about Cohan's position in his life.

With the expansion of the scale of the praise meeting, the structure of the organization has also changed greatly. There is a leader in the meeting who is responsible for taking charge of the overall situation. Under the leader, there are four deacons, each of whom is in charge of a branch. A team that expands and develops independently, the list of personnel is only known to their respective leaders; under the deacons, there are countless divisions, each of which manages about ten groups.

"Next, you have to remember what I say."

In this wilderness, it was difficult for Cohan to talk too much to Zelang, so he simply nodded and went straight to the topic.

"After work starts tomorrow, someone will come to report to you that your partner at home is seriously ill and that you should go back and take care of him as soon as possible. This is true or false. You don't need to panic. It's just an excuse for you to return. When the time comes, you can For this reason, please ask the supervisor to leave, and he should agree."

"Why should I go back?"

Zelang is somewhat reluctant to part with this job. Although he devoutly believes in the 'God of Cookery', his wife and children at home are waiting for his salary to survive. How can he support his family if he leaves him rashly?
  "This is my lord's arrangement. You need to understand that your escape from death a few days ago is not only my lord's grace to you, but also your choice."

Cohan glanced at the big goblin enviously, but his tone was a little unhappy.

"When you go back, don't worry about work. We have already found a job for your partner in the town, which is enough to support your children."

"what??"

Zelang felt a little embarrassed when Cohan said the central thing, but at the same time, because of Cohan's previous words, he finally understood that his experience was not an illusion. It was really the great 'God of Cookery' who appeared and saved him. .

"it is good!!"

After being reminded, Zelang had no scruples and agreed firmly.

"I will be here, waiting for you to go back together."

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(End of this chapter)