The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 96 Retreat
  (Three updates today, I don’t ask for anything, just to be happy, hahaha!!)
  After returning from visiting the Bone Broken Tribe, Allen talked a lot less and scolded and scolded the tribesmen less frequently.

But his gloomy face all day long, and his dull style of waving a giant sword at piles of rough rocks and chopping them into piles of stone bricks, made the tribesmen in the village feel helpless. People who dared to mess with Allen stopped being lazy and slippery when working, and appeared to be extra hard-working.

Apart from talking to Phillip about his encounter in the Bone Broken Tribe and venting his frustration, Allen never mentioned anything in front of the tribe. For him, after hearing this, the tribesmen could not do anything, and given their personalities, they probably would not be able to wait long before forgetting, which would only cause trouble for themselves. It would be better to just let them live happily day by day. , it’s not a bad thing.

Although he is not happy, if he can see the happy faces of his tribe, it will still give Allen a sense of accomplishment. It will also at least make Allen recall the desperate and helpless faces of the Bone Broken Tribe. There was some basis for sophistry, so that they wouldn't even dare to look at each other.

Allen himself didn't realize that his sense of belonging to the tribe was getting deeper and deeper. Maybe the blood of the same tribe seemed to be very weak, but when he saw the ignorance and stupidity of the tribesmen, and saw the expressions of the tribesmen who had lived for many years, A pair of desperate and helpless eyes, or his childhood friend Shitou always came to chat with him in his dreams. After all, he was becoming more and more interested in the affairs of the Green Field Tribe. At least in front of his own eyes, he could no longer let it go. Those tragic things happened.

Except for personal servant Philip, few people dared to hang out in front of Allen, except for a group of little guys who were full of curiosity and didn't have much fear.

There are not many cubs in the clan, only a dozen or so of them. Among them, bugbear cubs account for the majority, and they are also the absolute masters among the children. Who makes them all grow fat and strong, among the children? The group is invincible.

Whenever Allen wields his heavy giant sword, chopping rough rocks as a way of exercise, and at the same time making materials for building houses in the village, there will always be a bunch of little brains squatting aside, watching with envy. Allen's movements caused bursts of cheers from time to time.

In addition to the 8 bugbear cubs, there are also 2 hobgoblin cubs, 4 goblin cubs, and two human cubs. This is the only next generation in the entire Green Field Village. No matter how you look at it, it looks a little thin. . Fortunately, most of the matched females in the clan are pregnant, and now they are doing some trivial tasks within their ability with their slightly round bellies.

There are more and more smiles on the faces of the males in the clan. The previously chaotic clan reproduction has now been corrected by Allen. From the initial resistance to now, everyone has some hope in their hearts. When they return home every day, their children and wives are warm. The warmth of the kang head is, after all, the ultimate magic weapon that touches the softest part of a person's heart.

"call!!"

Allen took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. Around him, the cubs held their breath and did not dare to make too much noise.

"what!!"

When his breath calmed down, Allen opened his tiger eyes, and the dazzling sword light flew through the air, colliding with the stones as high as one person in front of him, making a clanging sound. When Allen stopped, and after a burst of flying dust, the original stone, which was as tall as a person, collapsed and turned into square stone bricks, as well as countless gravel scattered on the ground.

"Wow!!!"    "Pah pah pah!!"

When the children saw such a magical scene, they all cast their admiring eyes on Allen, and at the same time they clapped their little hands and burst into cheers. There is also the active cub, holding a branch, imitating Allen's movements, waving it back and forth in the air, and automatically making sounds like "Huhuhahaha" in his mouth.

Allen is always in a good mood whenever he sees these lively children, regardless of the noise they make. He turns back to his masterpiece and nods slightly to show satisfaction. These past ten days have continued to temper him. His sword skills have now been greatly rewarded. Even he gradually gained some experience in controlling his anger. This was all thanks to Philip, a human being. If he hadn't revealed some skills about anger and exercise from time to time, or the current Allen would still be the one who only knew how to use brute force. A ruthless and brave person with no skills at all.

This time, he used Allen's own three-hit combo, which allowed anger to flow rapidly in specific blood vessels, stimulating the arm's faster speed and strength. In just a short moment, the giant sword could perform as well as one hand. The speed of the sword is several times higher, but its power is much higher. Most of the skills contained in it were figured out bit by bit by Allen's countless swipes at chopping rocks over the past few days, and only now did he finally have some clues.

Without inheritance and teachers, Allen did not believe that he could not create a complete set of tempering methods and complete swordsmanship.

It is precisely with this belief and pursuit that Allen persists in the boring and boring chopping. After a rough calculation, the stones he chopped have not only built his own The stone castle also helped Dashan, Hua She and the others build several stone houses.

Now more stones are piled in the open space of the square on the top of the mountain. Allen plans to cover the wide square with these heavy and hard stone bricks, so that the square can withstand greater impacts and be used for a longer period of time.

Anyway, everything in the tribe is now on track. The tribesmen are harvesting something every day when they go hunting. The oats outside the village are also growing vigorously and are about to bloom and bear ears. There are also lush berry trees that grow wildly, bringing a touch of sweetness to the daily life in the green field.

Except for the fact that the hunting team occasionally encountered the kobold team and everyone had a big quarrel over the ownership of the prey, there seemed to be no other unhappy things.

In addition to honing his skills and strength, Allen would go out every few days. This trip would last anywhere from 3 to 5 days, and the longest time would even exceed a week. Often every time he came back, Alan's body would be full of stains, and sometimes there would even be scratches and scratches from wild beasts, and he didn't know where he had gone. However, the tribesmen in the village have a good fortune. Many times, Allen will always drag back the carcasses of animals hunted in the wild. Although most of the time these carcasses are a little smelly due to the hot weather, the tribesmen are not picky either. It is always a joy to have meat to eat.

No one dared to ask about Allen's whereabouts. Even if Philip sometimes made insinuating remarks, Allen would not say a word and let him return in despair. After a long time, everyone got used to it and no longer had much curiosity about Allen's outings.

(End of this chapter)