The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 915
  The performance of the group of high-ranking goblins below was all seen by Allen. Even the discussions and expressions they exchanged after they left were all perceived by Allen who opened up his spiritual realm.

"Ugh!"

Allen is somewhat disappointed. The tribe's heritage and height are now different from what they used to be, but the talents they cultivate always feel like something is missing, at least compared to the talents of the four major civilizations that he has seen.

However, Allen couldn't tell what was wrong, so in the end he could only give up with a sigh.

Holding the cooking competition this time was not a whim. In fact, Allen had this idea a long time ago. However, at that time, the tribe had insufficient foundation and limited resources, and Allen's own influence was not enough, so he endured it.

Nowadays, as the Magic Kitchen system continues to improve, it has gradually established a solid foundation to become a major professional type. Although it is not yet on an equal footing with majors such as alchemy and blacksmithing, it is almost the same.

In particular, in addition to cooking magical dishes that can permanently improve certain abilities and talents, this profession can also improve food for the mortal world, add a touch of novelty and color to life, and allow learners to have a way to make a living, so learn This craft is no longer limited to powerful forces or those with this talent. Ordinary people can also learn it. At most, they will not be able to master magic cooking skillfully.

Therefore, in just over a hundred years, the profession of chef has expanded to the point where it is impossible to count. In the entire Feynman world, you can basically see chefs wherever there are towns.

Along with the chef and the Magic Chef system, there is also the legend of Allen, the 'God of Cookery' who single-handedly created the Magic Chef system and developed many new and delicious dishes.

Now that the legend of the 'God of Cookery' has been spread, now is a good time to deepen the people's impression and inherent image of the 'God of Cookery'. Taking advantage of the shocking news that he has been promoted to a saint, and adding the name of the 'God of Cookery' , will inevitably trigger an enthusiastic wave again in the civilized world.

As long as the Feynman World Intelligent Race Cooking Competition can make a name for itself this time, Allen will find a way to keep it going and make it the top event in the chef world.

At that time, even if other church forces want to suppress themselves and weaken their image as the 'God of Food', I am afraid they will not be able to do so easily. Just like the most powerful god in the Orc Empire - the "Challenger", as long as someone initiates a duel and challenge , will passively trigger the challenger's authority and contribute the pure power of faith to him.

Of course, all this is just Allen's beautiful vision. Whether such a layout can ultimately be as he wishes will have results through practice. Who makes the divine power system so mysterious that Allen has no reference and can only follow his own Move forward intuitively.

Allen didn't need to worry much about follow-up resource raising, news dissemination and other matters. After giving instructions, the huge machine of the Green Field Tribe began to operate.

But Allen also had no time to relax. Many tribal representatives and envoys from the surrounding area visited in advance, so he had to devote some energy to entertaining and dealing with them, but his attitude did not need to be as warm as before when he was a demigod.

Although there seems to be a one-level difference between saints and demigods, and they seem to be on equal footing in the alliance, in fact, saints are far superior to demigods in terms of strength and status. This has always been the case with Da Vinci. There is no doubt that he takes the lead in meetings and actions, with several other pillars supporting him.

Matron Pernile of the Hosea Federation, Chief Bobiel of the Crow Claws, Chief Tim of the Snowmi, and Chief Urok
  The leaders of the Ring of Thorns members seemed to have arrived with a tacit understanding, regardless of the fact that before they arrived, Green Field sent an envoy to send out a celebration invitation with the celebration time clearly marked on it.

As the leader came to visit and congratulate him in person, Allen naturally had to receive him in person. These leaders and the tribal forces behind them are Allen's solid foundation. The foundation he had laid long ago will soon be promoted to a saint again. The Northern Territory will truly become a unified coalition that truly acts in unison and has coexisting interests.

Even if the Drow Federation is still independent now, whether they want it or not, they will stand on the same side as the entire Ring of Thorns team in the future, and it will be difficult to make a choice that goes against Allen's wishes.

Therefore, when dealing with their group of leaders, Allen continued as usual, without showing any condescending attitude, which also made the leaders below him secretly relieved.

Just after entertaining the leaders of the Ring of Thorns members, envoys from the Oak Church, the Ranger Church, the Church of Nature and other temple forces also came to congratulate Allen, and the envoys who came to congratulate this time were also from various churches. Among the heavyweights, the lowest ones are all high-ranking officials like the Northern Chief Priest.

And judging from the exchanges with them, on the day of Allen's celebration, each church will also send out second and third leaders such as the church's high priest and saint, which is a great honor to Allen.

But privately, Allen was a little worried. The existence of his God of Cookery was in natural competition with the various churches. They suddenly sent out a powerful team to congratulate them with great fanfare, which always gave Allen a sense of ill-intention.

But Allen also has a strong self-confidence. Although he lacks divine power and cannot supplement it, he still believes that there is no problem at all in supporting a tragic fight to the point of killing!

As long as he is in the green field, has the strength of a saint and is still in the state of divine resonance, Allen will have enough confidence and confidence to face the challenges and encirclement of any powerful enemy.

At this time, Allen felt a little regretful. Perhaps he shouldn't have expended so much divine power on saving Zelang's life, otherwise Allen would be more confident in his perfect state.

This is not because Allen is too ambitious and wants to be tough, but because he clearly understands the current situation and will never change it because of his concession.

When I made the decision to embark on the path of becoming a god, it already foreshadowed that risks like this would appear in front of me at some point in the future.

The previous cooperation between humans and elves and the several assassinations carried out by the Church of Nature are clear evidence and a statement by the church forces against the path Allen has taken.

Although the previous plans failed, everyone has remained calm now, and everything seems to be moving in a good direction, but Allen will never believe that the other party will really sit back and watch his growth and allow himself to continue to grow.

Sooner or later, the minions in the hands of these gods will show their ferocious faces and launch a ferocious attack on their only body until they are killed.

Or, let them understand that they are strong enough to survive the bites of these beasts!
  "Someone, go get Director Leslie."

"Yes."

Less than half a day after the servants left, the dwarf mage Leslie, who was in charge of the Namur Fortress Intelligence Bureau, hurried over.

"I want you to find all traces of the dragon Figueras within three months, and give him a message saying that I need his help."

"Find someone to contact the Assassin's Guild. I want to issue a task and hire a demigod-level strongman to fight for me once at a specific time!"

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Allen didn't care whether Leslie understood his intentions or not, he just gave him instructions one after another seriously. While listening attentively to Allen's orders and requirements, Leslie's heart became like being surrounded by ice at absolute zero. The whole person looked like a zombie.

The patriarch, who is as powerful as a god in his heart, although the order he is giving to him is not explicit, it is impossible for Leslie, as a mage, not to know the danger behind it. Even the unrivaled clan leader needs to find strong foreign aid to prepare. What kind of disaster will it be for the Green Field Tribe and his own family?

Leslie didn't dare to continue thinking about it. He only hoped that Patriarch Allen would make arrangements first, and that this celebration would be more grand and grand.

“Remember, these things must be kept extremely confidential!!!”

"Yes!!"

"I will ask Zelang to cooperate with you for the resources you need!!"

"clear!!"

After instructing Leslie, Allen continued to fall into deep thought, thinking about the manpower and resources available at hand.

Although the churches greeted themselves in advance, they also hinted that their trip was not malicious. Otherwise, they could have suddenly appeared during the celebration, which would have caught Allen off guard.

Moreover, for the celebration that will be held in a year's time, in addition to the presence of the church forces, the more than 100 tribes of the Mansha Alliance will definitely send representatives, and even the Three Centaur Kings Court will send heavyweights.

Even if the churches of all parties are really prepared to deal with themselves, they probably won't be stupid enough to take action at the celebration unless they are ready to part ways with the tribes of the Mansha Alliance.

No matter how much the Mansha Alliance needs the Temple Church to compete with the gods behind the four major civilizations, the relationship between them and the Church is only a cooperative relationship, at least on the surface.

As one of the five pillars of the alliance, Allen is now the second saint-level existence after the kobold warlock Da Vinci. Regardless of whether anyone objects or not, the leader of the bugbears is actually the face of the alliance to the outside world.

Anyone who disrespects a strong pillar and kills him in front of many tribal envoys will be slapping Mansha in the face. I am afraid that no tribe can stay out of it.

The divine consciousness peeled off the cocoons in his mind, and he verified the situation analysis with Allen's main consciousness, giving him great confidence in his judgment of the matter, but this was not enough to make Allen take back the layout he had made before, or even He also thought that the arrangement just now was not enough, and he had to make more use of certain resources.

Intrigues and secret attacks in the wilderness are common. Allen, who has suffered from them and has done the same thing, never thinks that being cautious is a shortcoming, even if the price of such preparation is not small.

Even if the Temple Church may not have any malicious intentions in this trip, it is necessary for Allen to expose some muscles and show his strength to these guys, which may make them more fearful.

"Prepare a dinner tonight and invite the leaders of the Ring of Thorns to the banquet."

"Yes!!"

Allen's simple castle, because of his order, countless goblin servants began to get busy, decorating it with gorgeous decorations.

No one dared to neglect Allen's invitation. Even after meeting Allen a few days ago, the leaders of various clans did not leave hastily. Instead, they continued to stay and have fun in Namur Fortress in order to wait for Allen's call.

Unexpectedly, the other party invited him again, but he did not waste the time and attention of the leaders.

When Allen was promoted to demigod and became the mainstay of the alliance, he had already secured many benefits for the various tribes in the north. This is one of the few tribes in the north that has been able to enjoy the benefits of the alliance rather than just assume obligations in hundreds of years. .

Subsequently, he made several correct decisions, which not only helped eliminate the threat of elven invasion in the north, but also made various tribes make a lot of money on the battlefield. These real benefits, no matter how heartless and unjust, People have to admit that the existence of Allen, the leader of the North, has indeed benefited everyone a lot.

Since they have enjoyed such benefits, everyone naturally supports Allen's leadership. Coupled with Allen's joint efforts to develop the eastern foothills of the Cattor Mountains many years ago, Allen is now the well-deserved leader of the North.

Now that the other party has been promoted to a saint again and has become an existence comparable to the gods in Feynman's world, the leaders in the north have no other thoughts of establishing a separate mountain. They have already made preparations to become vassals and under the Green Field Tribe. Mental preparation.

"Everyone came to congratulate me before, but I didn't entertain them well. I hope you don't mind."

A long table that can accommodate dozens of people is filled with all kinds of delicious food, including many magical dishes that exude the magical smell of eggs. Allen sits alone at one end of the long table, and according to his strength, , close relationship, sitting around the eight leaders of the Ring of Thorns.

"It's true that I was suddenly promoted to a saint. I have too many things to do and too many shemales to entertain, so I've left you all out in the cold."

"Here, I apologize to everyone with this glass of wine in my hand!"

After speaking, Allen raised his head and drank the full wine in the crystal glass in one gulp, and then tilted the empty wine glass to everyone to show his sincerity.

"Keke, Mr. Allen is so polite, why would we mind!!"

Allen's attitude was very useful to the eight leaders who represented the strength of the North. Just as Allen raised his head and drank the wine, they also quickly raised their glasses and drank the red wine in their glasses at no less speed than Allen drank. Get rid of it.

After drinking the wine in the glass, she gently took out her dexterous tongue and licked the corner of her mouth. The extraordinarily charming Mistress Penile was the first to speak. Her eyes exuded a strong hormonal aura as if she were in the water, and she threw herself less than a foot in front of her. Alan of m.

"that is!"

"Your Excellency is so busy that you still find time to entertain us, which already scares us!"

The other leaders agreed.

(End of this chapter)