The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 952

After a difficult exchange, it ended with Allen's concession, and both parties could only reluctantly agree. After this meeting, the alliance envoys also went home one after another, forming a team in twos and threes and returning to the south.

I came here to congratulate you. Unknowingly, you have been in this city for more than two months. It is time for everyone to go back to their respective ethnic groups to report on the results of this mission and digest it.

But Allen himself had other worries waiting for him to deal with.

"Patriarch, the Natural Church and several other church envoys are asking for an audience again."

In the underground temple, Allen was hiding for a while, trying to find a place to recall and digest the experience of cooking dishes using magic as ingredients in the past few days, so that he could truly master those dishes that were definitely master-level recipes.

Even if he doesn't agree to the alliance, Allen will study and master the recipes of these dishes for the tribe. If he can find a way to reproduce those dishes, then the tribe will have one more way to help advance to legend. For the tribe, It is of great significance, definitely no less than the development of the Church of the God of Cookery.

"If you don't see me, just say that I went to see off the guests and am not in the city for the time being."

Allen looked up and saw the vitality of the energetic legendary battle priest Zelang. He felt slightly relieved and answered decisively.

"But this is the tenth time they have come to visit!"

Zelang has always been in the underground temple because he was afraid that his strength would be discovered and exposed, but this did not prevent him from getting the news on the surface in time.

"So what? They made it impossible for me to get off the stage several times during the celebration. Now it's time to let them know that I'm not that easy to bully!"

Allen's face was cold, and he was not worried at all that his neglect of the temple messengers would trigger their revenge.

Since the other party didn't give them face at the celebration, they should be mentally prepared to suffer the cold treatment from them now.

"By the way, last time I asked you to find someone to secretly send a message to Master Oscar and the others. Did you get a response?"

Of course, Allen was not targeting all the Natural Temple Church. He still did not neglect the three major Oak Camp churches that were close to the Green Field Tribe.

"Well, the messenger came back and said that President Plaka and Holy Maiden Mona understand your difficulties very well and asked you not to take it too seriously."

"Ok!"

Allen nodded, and then thought of something: "Let me call Albad to the underground temple. Where is he now?"

"Patriarch, you are hiding yourself. The big shots above still have to rely on President Arbad and Elder Kerr to greet you. The president will only come to see you in the dead of night when everyone is quiet!"

Perhaps because he was promoted to Tao Legend, Zelang raised his chest and raised his head in front of Allen and said a few tough words to defend his companions.

"All right!"

Allen nodded, and in the palm of his hand, there was a food box exuding a faint white cold mist. As he opened the lid of the box with his left hand, a ball of lightning suddenly rushed out of the food box and went straight to Ai. Lun's face.

嗗嗗～

Allen's expression remained unchanged, and with a sweep of the wind from his left hand, a small grid as thin as a gossamer was directly transformed into pure electrical energy. Just when it was about to escape, it was restrained by a more powerful energy. Put it back on the plate in the food box.

The dish in Allen's hand is a dish he specially cooked based on one of the remaining ingredients, a legendary thunder eagle's Adam's apple as the main ingredient, and carefully combined with other auxiliary ingredients. It seems to be only embellished with a layer of slender beige throat strands. There are dots of crystal-clear crystal powder-like dishes, but there is always a black cloud the same size as a dinner plate above the throat, and from time to time it makes a huge roar, the sound is comparable to an adult screaming for help.

A bolt of lightning kept flickering in the dark clouds. Although it looked very small, Allen, who personally said that this dark cloud blended into the dishes, knew very well how amazing the energy of the dark cloud itself was.

The dark clouds chopped down electric snakes from time to time amid the roar, hitting the beige throat wire processed by the thunder and lightning eagle's mouthpiece. The electric snakes immediately disappeared into the throat wire, and the person struck by the electric snake The color of a slender throat thread also became whiter.

Perhaps when the electric snake strikes enough, the less than a hundred slender threads on the dinner plate will completely change from off-white to holy pure white. Allen watched the God of Cookery's realm unfold spontaneously, and he was so fascinated that he didn't even notice that Albad appeared in the temple after more than one magic hour.

"Patriarch, are you looking for me?"

Albad's eyes stayed on the dish filled with endless electric energy in Allen's hand for more than ten seconds, and then he asked Allen.

"Ah? You're here."

Hearing a familiar loud voice ringing in his ears, Allen was pulled back from deep thought. He turned around and saw the old dwarf standing respectfully less than five meters in front of him. There was a hint of complicated emotions in his eyes.

"then!!"

Allen tossed it casually, and he threw a dish that was coveted by the legendary strongman Dou outside to Albad.

"Since you still want to try to break through on your own, I can't go against your wishes, but in order to compensate for your dedication to the tribe and me, I will give you this dish!"

"Perhaps with it, you, the legendary mid-level shackles, will have a chance to break through!"

This is the important reason why after Allen cooked this dish, he immediately thought of putting it away instead of rewarding it to the winner of the competition.

Albad is a very high-spirited child. After talking to him last time, his faith and piety have not changed much until now. At the same time, he has not expressed his position when he came into contact with him. Allen then He roughly understood his inner choice.

Regarding Albard's choice, Allen was a little regretful but also a little proud. Perhaps only people with such fighting spirit can climb higher, just as he only wanted to explore in his last moments of life. The secret of electrical magic ultimately led to his status as a legendary magician.

"Clan leader, why not leave it to the better children in the clan."

Albad was both touched and regretful.

If he could have obtained this dish more than ten years earlier, he might have accepted it happily, but as he once again sensed the coming of death, Albad did not want to waste this great dish.

"Hmph! You can eat it if I tell you to!"

Allen glared at the child with dissatisfaction. This dwarf was good at everything, but he was too preoccupied. If you put this on the other goblins, they would definitely feast on it without even thinking about it. How could they be as hesitant as this child.

"In my eyes, the talents, abilities and characters of the tens of thousands of goblin cubs in the whole clan are not as good as yours! Are you saying that if I don't give it to you, I will feed it to these idiots?"

Allen pointed at Zelang, who was a little envious of Albad, and belittled his question without politeness.

"Uh"

Ze Lang was really innocent, but the moment he made eye contact with Allen, he understood what Allen was thinking, and quickly spoke to help and persuaded: "That's right, President, you have such a heavy burden, the God of Cookery Church and the tribe will need you in the future. Commander, now is not the time to be humble."

Albad's eyes continued to go back and forth between the dishes and Allen. In the end, he could not overcome Allen's firm attitude and had to accept Allen's reward.

"Thank you patriarch!"

"You should eat it now, and then digest it for a while in the secret room of our temple."

"Just put aside the matter on the ground Shang for the time being. I'll ask Kerr and the others to greet those guys who don't have Zou yet."

Allen was still worried, so he directly urged Albad to eat the dish called 'Thunder Pool' before he felt relieved.

(End of this chapter)