The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 972

"belch!!!"

The giant dragon that snatched the freshly baked dishes from Allen's hand and wiped it out on the spot in front of Allen. What seemed like only a small plate of dishes fell into the belly of the giant dragon who actually had a huge appetite. , it actually made him feel extremely full all his life, and he couldn't help but burp out. What came out of his mouth was not a fishy breath, but a pure fire element that transformed into a ball of flame, like a dragon's breath.

Figueras felt bad as soon as he burped, because a stream of warm air spurted out of his body along with his instinctive breathing. This simple burp weakened the magic contained in the dish itself, and it scared it so much that it quickly covered it. He dared not let his body react any longer.

"I'm going to find a place to have a good sleep. If there's nothing else, don't disturb me!!"

"Also, you make too much noise cooking. After spending so much time in my simple lair, you should go back to your tribe and show your face!!"

His goal has been achieved, Figueras has no need for Allen's magic dishes for the time being, so he naturally starts to prepare for the guests.

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Allen was speechless, watching in shock as the dragon turned back towards the broken Crystal Palace, without reacting for a moment.

It wasn't until a thunderous snoring sounded in the palace that Allen shook his head and started to pack up the stoves that had been replaced and recast for an unknown number of times.

The effects of master-level magic dishes are astonishing, but they also have consequences: the magic power in master-level magic dishes is not the result of the eater's self-cultivation. Even if it is deposited in the eater's body through cooking methods, it becomes a way to enhance its potential. However, before these foreign magic powers are completely digested, other foreign magic powers are precipitated by repeated consumption. There is a high probability that the magic power will backfire, causing irreparable damage to the eater.

Of course, the time it takes for a eater to digest these dishes varies depending on personal physique, talent, etc. However, even for a powerful physical being like the legendary dragon Figueras, it has to completely digest the sediment and return it to the body. The magic power, that time is also measured in decades.

Moreover, this master-level dish is as resistant as potions. After tasting a certain magic dish with pure attributes once, the effect will be greatly reduced the next time you eat this type of dish, unless it is a dish of higher quality.

Through the self-generated mysterious power in the realm of the God of Cookery, Allen suddenly came across this relevant knowledge and information in his mind. This did not make him feel disappointed with the magic dishes. Instead, he felt that the profound and mysterious power of balance in nature was everywhere.

If this magical dish can really be used unlimited times, then with Allen's gradually mastered cooking skills and his selfless heart for the tribe, I believe that it won't be long before Allen can definitely cook Kerr and Albad They all used magic dishes to forcibly promote them to a position of power above demigods.

As for the specific time, it just depends on how long it takes the tribe to collect relevant ingredients.

The ingredients on hand are almost used, and the success of this second cooking is much more than the first time. Allen really needs some time to digest the current cooking experience.

At the same time, he has not forgotten the agreement with the alliance. It is time to summarize the recipes of several magical dishes based on existing experience. It can also be regarded as an explanation to all the tribes and appease their uneasy hearts that must still be there now.

Of course, when the time comes, you can get rid of these recipes and get back a lot of wealth, at least no less than the set of magic dish recipes and magic chef training books that were auctioned back then, and it will be more able to start the magic chef's career. Signature, making it a high-value major on par with alchemy and blacksmithing.

While planning in his mind, Allen said goodbye to the top of the mountain that had been shortened by hundreds of meters by countless explosions, and his figure quickly disappeared into the mountains.

In the darkness, countless pairs of ghostly eyes were peeping at the mountains. Following Allen's undisguised aura, he flew towards the southwest, followed by countless homing pigeons, goshawks and other animals flying from the mountains and forests. Get up and fly in all directions.

As soon as they arrived in Green Lake City's sphere of influence, a familiar aura rose from the city and headed straight in the direction of Allen.     “Clan leader!”

Once again stuck at the end of his lifespan, the dwarf goblin archmage Albad broke through to the legendary mid-level with the help of the 'Thunder Pool' dish that Alan rewarded him with. His white hair now turned silver and gave off a faint halo. From time to time, a touch of electricity appears and disappears between the hair tips, and the whole person's aura rises and falls, and the rich magic power contained in the 'Lei Chi' dishes has not been fully digested.

"What are you doing here? Did something big happen to the clan?"

Allen walked side by side with Albad and asked in a calm tone.

Now Allen has completely become the hands-off shopkeeper. For the past twenty years, he has been completely indifferent to the tribe, and Albad is fully responsible for management.

Now that this junior who had high hopes came to greet him, Allen thought there must be some big matter that he wanted to report or discuss.

"There are a few things that I need to report to the clan leader."

Albad has had a heavy burden on his shoulders in recent years. He must not only manage the direction and overall situation of the entire tribe, but also increase the development of the Church of the God of Cookery. He has very little time for personal practice and magic experiments.

"You said."

"A bugbear warrior named Fluke from the tribe has officially advanced to become a legend. At the same time, a dwarf assassin named Shikai has found his own path to legend. He took leave from the tribe three years ago to travel in the wilderness."

"Good news!!"

The corners of Allen's mouth turned up and he couldn't help but laugh.

A few years ago, there was a dwarf child in the tribe. After winning the tribal competition, he got the opportunity to cook the "Big Dream" dish by Allen himself. I thought he would be able to embark on the path of legend, but unfortunately in the end he failed. Not being able to get through, Allen and Albad felt regretful for a long time.

Unexpectedly, after he returned from practicing his cooking skills, a legend and a legendary seed suddenly appeared in the tribe, which made Ellen feel gratified and happy.

"Um, the goblin who ate the dishes in the last cooking competition, how is his condition?"

Albad's report about the legendary promotion in the clan reminded Alan of the follow-up to several of his master-class dishes, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Are you talking about the druid named Gray?"

Albad thought for a while, then shook his head: "He did show extremely high talents and prospects for a period of time after eating the 'New Sprouts' dish, but as he grew older and reached fifty After many years, there is no room for improvement, and it is a waste of time for you, patriarch, to cook all the dishes."

"On the contrary, the other two winning families left the dish rewards they received to the new generation of children in their families. In these years, I know that the two young goblins who ate the dishes have performed well and have become the key targets of the tribe's legendary seeds. ”

(End of this chapter)