The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 914
  Not long after Allen retreated, he returned to reality. After all, the purpose of his retreat was not to help Zelang, who was about to die of old age, to become a legend and extend his lifespan.

"Clan leader."

Zelang came to report refreshed and refreshed. His current appearance was completely different from the one he had when Allen visited him on the sickbed a few days ago.

The hobgoblin is now rejuvenated, and its withered, shriveled and wrinkled skin has suddenly regained its vitality. Although it cannot be said to be as delicate as a baby, it at least has the image of a man in his thirties or forties.

Although his eyes that were injured in an early adventure have not recovered, and his pupils are still gray, the range of his mental perception has expanded a bit after being promoted to legend, and the images he perceives have exceeded what ordinary people can see with their eyes.

"How do you feel about your current strength?"

Allen actually wanted to test the strength of Zelang, who had just joined the legend, to see if the forcibly promoted legend met his due status.

However, when I think about this child who has just been promoted, I must be still confused now. He may not even have time to familiarize himself with the magical skills given by God's grace. If he is allowed to fight with me now, he may not be able to test anything.

"It's like a dream!"

It was indeed like a dream for Zelang. When he was a child, he might have imagined becoming a strong man like the clan leader, but as he grew older and was polished by reality, he had long recognized his own abilities and allowed him to All dreams are shattered.

But now that his dream of ascending to innocence has come true, and becoming the best small wave of beings among the billions of intelligent beings in the wilderness, Zelang feels very unreal until now.

"Work hard and study hard. It doesn't mean that you will be fine and stop making progress after being promoted to Legend. I will need you to play a greater role and assume greater responsibilities in the future."

"The humble lamb dare not forget the vision of our Lord."

"Ok!"

Allen nodded, and then continued: "Don't publicize the matter of being promoted to legend. The clan only needs to inform a few city lords and Albad."

"clear."

The legend of Zelang's promotion as a battle priest is really conspicuous, and it is too easy to reveal his faults. If anyone follows the line of his belief in gods, he will definitely be found to be involved in the God of Cookery.

"Tell me, what are the magical spells you can perform after you become a legend?"

"I've been checking at home these days. Compared with before, I now have an additional ninth-level magic."

Zelang began to report his current situation to Allen in detail. Allen listened very carefully and put forward some suggestions to Zelang based on his current height and experience in dealing with other powerful clergymen.

Although the clan has been collecting knowledge and books about clergy and church over the years, these things are related to taboo beliefs in Feynman's world. Most of them are in the hands of various church forces, and very few are in circulation.

Except for the expertise and magical skills of clergy professionals like Zelang, which are automatically obtained by divine grace, it is very difficult to find such inherited crystals and books that can be practiced and learned by oneself. Until now, the Green Field Tribe I have only searched a few related books, but there is not even a single expertise crystal.

"For the time being, you first learn a few legendary special skills that are common to druids, mages, and warlocks. As for the legendary magic, I will think of something else."

Sure enough, as Allen expected, Zelang now has legendary strength, but does not have the matching legendary magic and expertise, and his strength is inferior to that of others.

".clear."

"By the way, you go back and ask someone to inform Orenzi and Brunland and ask them, the main cadres, to come to the fortress. I want to have a meeting with them to talk about something."

"Yes, my lord!"

The news about Allen's promotion to a saint has not reached the tribe's ears at this time, but Allen believes that they will get the information soon, and he just has some ideas, taking advantage of this opportunity that the tribe will definitely request to hold a celebration for him, Add a piece of firewood to the belief in the God of Cookery.

Now, Allen finally feels the importance of the power of faith to himself, and if he wants to gain more power of faith, he must expand his followers.

The God of Cookery is still not able to spread its faith openly, but Allen is no longer satisfied with just developing believers in the tribe, but wants to start laying out and planning to start building foundation stones in the wilderness and even Feynman's world.

The clan leader called, and no one in the Green Field Tribe dared to despise it. Just after the messenger conveyed the order to Green Lake Town, Auror Town, Muma Slope and other places, half a month later the senior officials of the Green Field Tribe gathered together for a rare occasion.

At this time, the news that Patriarch Allen was promoted to Saint also spread, especially among the grassroots of the Green Field Tribe, almost no one did not know this news that made all tribesmen feel proud and proud.

"Congratulations to the clan leader, for being promoted to the most powerful peak of the Saint!!"

The senior leaders of the clan finally saw the clan leader who was behind closed doors. They expressed their inner excitement to Allen with admiration and awe in their eyes.

"Everyone should not just congratulate me, but work harder to catch up with me!"

"Even as the leader of the clan, I am working hard and making progress every day. Why can't you guys continue to study and improve your professional knowledge and abilities?"

In front of the tribe's senior leaders, Allen would never show off, even if these guys were always obedient and submissive in front of him.

In Allen's mind, like Ming Jing, the postures shown by these guys in front of him were just their cover-up. In fact, in places they thought they couldn't look at, these guys did a lot of things that violated clan rules and enriched their personal rights.

Families began to spread among the huge tribes, and behind each family there was a chain of interests involving hundreds, thousands or even more blades.

And the sources of these interest chains all point to the headquarters of the Green Field Tribe.

Allen, who seems to have delegated power, has collected information through the Intelligence Bureau, the God of Cookery and other means. It is not like the high-level goblins in the tribe think that he knows nothing about the actual situation of the tribe. He just feels that the current situation is Still within the acceptable range, not enough to clean again.

It has been less than a hundred years since the last purge of the tribe's middle and high ranks, and the new elites have not completely lost their energy and motivation. Instead of letting the tribe fall into chaos and reconstruction again for a little profit, it is better to maintain the status quo and give full play to these things. The remaining warmth of the guy.

Allen finally saw that any seemingly perfect rules and laws could not stop people's selfish desires. There would always be smart people finding loopholes to make profits for themselves and their families.

No matter how perfect the rules are, the ones who are finally implemented and supervised in reality will always be the intelligent species with desires and pursuits. Naturally, they cannot be as fair and selfless as imagined.

Since it couldn't be completely banned, Allen would simply sit back and watch them continue to act recklessly. When the middle and senior management were irreparably rotten again, it would be Allen's time to clear them out and rectify them.

Anyway, I have lived long enough and have plenty of time to try and make mistakes and choose the most suitable development method for the tribe.

"We are ashamed, how can we have the talents and abilities like you, the patriarch!"

A dwarf supervisor flattered Allen with an exaggerated expression. Allen gave the other person a cold look, not even knowing what his name was. A biting chill came from the heart of the dwarf, and finally the dwarf fainted on the ground.

A group of goblins around looked at each other, not daring to say any more unnecessary words. They shut their mouths obediently and nodded solemnly, not daring to talk nonsense.

"Patriarch, we discussed your promotion to a saint and agreed that it should be a big event."

"That is, a few days ago, the representatives stationed in the Ring of Thorns and many tribes in the south sent people to come to me and asked me when the celebration would be held. The leaders of their tribes should also prepare gifts and come to congratulate me in person."

Orenzi and Brunland intervened in time to break the current silence. After all, they were the leaders of the group of tribal officials in front of them and had the responsibility to rescue the knights below.

"It's up to you to hold the celebration. I won't go out in the next year or two."

Allen nodded lightly and responded indifferently.

"But since we are going to hold a celebration, why not also let the messengers sent to inform various tribes to help spread the news."

"Clan leader, please give me your instructions."

"Just say that after the celebration, I will host a cooking competition. All intelligent races who like food and are interested in cooking can come to participate."

"The winners of the competition will receive various generous rewards, including magic dish recipes, low- and mid-level magic equipment, various mid- and high-level potion materials, and even magic dishes cooked by me."

"what?"

"Uh"

Dozens of faces in the conference room were shocked for a moment, no less than when they heard that Patriarch Allen was promoted to a saint, but then after absorbing the content of Allen's words, everyone without exception put on a smile of surprise.

The legend about Chief Allen's cooking skills is not only a familiar story among the Green Field tribe, but also the most miraculous method among many tribes in the North and even the wilderness.

I heard that the delicacies cooked by Patriarch Allen can revive a dead person whose soul has flowed into the River Styx. It can also make a stupid person suddenly enlightened, possess some talents, and become a creative person. A warrior whose strength had been restricted for many years suddenly made rapid progress and was directly promoted.

Even though this is a magical world with magic, the various magic tricks that Allen possesses in cooking are enough to shock many ignorant people and fill them with daydreams and expectations.

Although the people of the Green Field Tribe do not have high illusions about magic cooking abilities like the guys outside, the fact that Chief Allen personally cooked a dish as a reward still made the senior members of the tribe very happy. Heartbeat.

The last time the Alan clan leader cooked by himself, he rewarded the top ten winners in the clan competition decades ago. I heard that the clansmen who tasted that dish gained a lot, and each of them developed a variety of dishes that suit their own combat abilities. Talent, becoming the top among the top powerhouses of Sister Gao.

Some time ago, there were rumors that the tribe finally had another legendary seed who embarked on the path of legend. I heard that he was one of those ten people!

Regardless of whether the rumors are ultimately true, the reward of a dish cooked by the clan leader is not just a simple reward for the Green Field tribe members.

"Clan leader, are you sure you want to do this?"

Orenzi was a little unsure and asked.

"Of course!"

Allen nodded, his tone unquestionable.

“It’s not just a cooking competition, we also invite all kinds of gourmets to participate. The judges of the competition will select outstanding ones from these gourmets. At the same time, other gourmets can also taste the different cooking skills of our Green Field Tribe chefs. Grow delicious food!!”

"At that time, our excellent magic chefs will also prepare hundreds of magic dishes with different special effects every day and sell them for a limited time!!"

“In that case, I’m afraid it will consume a lot of money!!”

Brennan frowned and couldn't help but say.

"So, I need you to mobilize the power of the tribe and the adventurer guild from now on to collect and prepare various ingredients."

"Also, call back all the best chefs in our clan. Since we are holding this competition, we can't let outsiders take away the spoils!!"

"Please remember this, Green Lake Town is a famous food city, and it will definitely be a place of pilgrimage for gourmets and chefs in the future!!"

"Yes!!"

Listening to Allen's speech full of confidence and majesty, everyone sat upright and responded.

"Whatever funds and resources are needed to prepare these things will be spent from the tribe's public treasury. Except for the necessary daily expenses, all other materials from Namur Fortress will be sent to Green Lake Town!"

"Also remember to invite all parties from the Oak Chamber of Commerce and the Natural Chamber of Commerce to purchase spices and ingredients from other places for us."

"Send a purchase order to the drow matrons and ask them to create a batch of exquisite magic jewelry for us. If they are interested, you can also invite them to open a magic jewelry store in Green Lake Town and hold a cooking ceremony at that time. It’s also a good way to promote their specialties during the competition.”

"As well as the various tribes in the Ring of Thorns, let them prepare in advance. If they are interested in participating in the cooking competition, they can participate, or if they are interested in setting up a store in Green Lake Town, they can also go there."

"Yes"

The thing Allen planned to do this time was so big that dozens of senior leaders of the tribe could only act as confused responders, nodding blankly to remember.

After Allen said that the meeting was dismissed, the senior leaders of these clans gathered together in twos and threes to continuously discuss and analyze why this clan leader, who rarely interfered with clan affairs, would organize such a grand event.

But even after long discussions, it was difficult for everyone to completely guess the far-sighted clan leader's plan. The only thing that made them feel that this ceremony might be a great opportunity for each family to make a fortune.

For such an extravagant and grand celebration, it is not easy to supervise and determine the consumption of various materials. When the time comes, it will be transferred to many hands, and there will be many opportunities to exploit some resources.

Not to mention that each family is also very confident in the talents they have cultivated and attracted. The various rewards earned by then can just supplement the family's foundation.

(End of this chapter)