The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1101

Although the city has been greatly transformed, it still retains its original appearance overall. Perhaps the biggest change is the addition of a settlement area outside the fortress, which has expanded the area of ​​Namur Fortress to the south by nearly half.

The tribe is still the same tribe that he had built up with his own hands. Although there are many faces of other races among the people coming and going, the largest proportion of the bustling crowd is still the three bloodlines of goblins, who are of different heights, with extremely uncoordinated upper and lower limbs, but have pointed ears similar to elves.

Just like a traveler passing by without disturbing outsiders, seeing the various scenes in the city full of the atmosphere of urban life, Alan's face was filled with a faint smile, and the cold and restrained aura seemed to melt at this moment, allowing him to gain an emotional value that he had not gained for a long time.

However, this emotion did not last long in Allen's body. When he arrived at the core of the inner city and revealed his identity, it immediately alarmed a group of high-level officials on duty in the city, and they all rushed to Allen's castle which had been vacant for a long time.

Half a magic hour later, the nine most core members of the fortress gathered together, each holding a pile of thick account books in their hands, which recorded the most detailed data on all aspects of Namur Fortress.

Among the nine faces, there are three foreigners, a troll, a gnoll and a dark elf, which shows that the integration between the several tribes of Green Wild has become a trend.

"Is everyone here?"

Alan's tiger eyes swept to both sides, and his majestic voice fell into the ears of the nine people like a loud bell.

"Except for the two deputy city lords who are out on business, all other managers have arrived."

The one who spoke was a middle-aged male bear goblin who looked honest and simple. He was also the current lord of Namur Fortress, Roger Daniel, and answered in a deep voice.

"Then why is Albad not here? What is he doing?"

Alan frowned slightly and asked.

Although the Allens had just returned, through the reports sent to Mansha City by the tribe, as well as the prayers and dreams of the God of Food believers, he was still roughly aware of the movements of several of his confidants and major events of the tribe.

It's a pity that Zelang, a devout believer of the earth spirit who was in tune with Alan's spiritual frequency, died more than ten years ago without Alan's divine grace to forcibly enhance his strength. Otherwise, Alan would have been able to know the development of the tribe well even though he was thousands of miles away.

"Elder Albard has been conducting magic research in the Magic Tower and has not left the tower for three years."

The bugbear city lord spoke with a hint of panic, and looked up at Alan with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"Oh."

Allen was reminded and silently changed the subject: "Then tell me about the situation in the city!!"

"clear!!"

"Let's start with the Minister of Economy."

"The economic development of Namur Fortress has been stable in the past decade, and tax revenue has maintained an annual growth momentum of about 2%. This year's annual tax revenue is estimated to reach..."

"The permanent population of the fortress has reached more than 1135000 people. Due to the stagnation of the fortress's urban area, the proportion of new population in the future may be slow. My department is negotiating with the construction department to renovate the residential areas in the city. By building high-rise buildings and expanding the outer city, the living area will be expanded to alleviate the urban living environment..."

"..."Several senior executives spoke in an orderly manner. While flipping through the account books in front of them, they reported various detailed and top-secret data inside the fortress to Allen. The bear goblin, who seemed to be listening carefully to the reports of the fortress senior executives, was actually doing two things at once. A vivid illusion sand table was generated in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, which sometimes expanded and sometimes contracted with the manipulation of Allen's consciousness.

If the professionals in the Green Tribe who are obsessed with local geographical mapping see the sand table in Alan's sea of ​​consciousness at this time, they will definitely feel familiar with the various geographical environments that always flash by in it, and may even feel it is magical, because its existence is probably the lifelong pursuit of most Green cartographers.

The illusion sand table not only reproduces all the geographical environments around the Green Plains and the Katol Mountains, but even when the sand table is stretched to a certain proportion, you can clearly see lifelike trees and lively birds and animals.

In the eyes of outsiders, Alan has been busy with the major event of wilderness reform in recent years, working diligently and without slacking off. However, the divine consciousness differentiated from his legendary expertise in multitasking in his sea of ​​consciousness has not been idle either. It focuses on the increasingly complex and perfect mysterious texture of the Seed of Faith, and studies and cracks the various mysteries on it.

Through his research on the seeds of faith and his continuous experimentation with the divine power system, Alan has made some progress on this foggy and arduous road to the top.

Guardian of the Green Plains.

When the priests of the Church of the God of Food preached and promoted Alan's power, they also added words for him, which now truly became Alan's domain of authority. When Alan's divine consciousness cracked and mastered the texture pattern related to this authority on the Seed of Faith, this pattern turned into a suspended magic rune on the Seed of Faith. As Alan cast his divine power into it while thinking, its power effect was revealed in an instant.

There were 27 magic runes like this on the Seed of Faith that was circling around the core of Allen's vortex of anger, scattered in various areas on the surface of the Seed of Faith. The floating runes were not fixed images, but constantly changing images to echo the Seed of Faith. In Allen's perception, they were like a seed ready to break through the soil at any time, sprouting tiny roots.

After returning to the Green Plains, Alan can use the authority of the Green Guardian. While he is sitting in the Namur Fortress, the area controlled by the entire Green Tribe has actually been reproduced in proportion on the sand table in Alan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Including every living thing growing on this land, even if it is ten miles underground, all have left a clear mark on the sand table of Allen's domain.

The only exceptions were perhaps the various buildings with magic barriers activated, such as the chapels built by the churches and the wizard towers built by the Green Tribe. They were wrapped in a cloud of fog in the map displayed on the sand table, and even if Alan mobilized his domain to focus on them, he could only see the vague outlines of the buildings behind the fog, and he knew nothing about what was happening inside.

The object that Alan wanted to observe at this time was Albad, who had some hidden secrets. However, the tower where he was was also shrouded in fog, so Alan could not get a glimpse of the truth.

Calculating the time, if Albade had not been able to complete the legendary high-level breakthrough, his life span would have almost reached its limit. And the reports sent to Mansha City by the clan over the years did not involve any important information about Albade, so it seems that he has not achieved a breakthrough in strength.

Alan gave up Zelang, who was very loyal to him and had good abilities and talents. It was a completely rational weighing of the pros and cons; but for Albade, Alan, whose character tends to be infinitely ruthless and indifferent, still felt a trace of guilt and gratitude in his heart.

If it weren't for Albad's selfless dedication over the years, helping Allen run the Green Tribe and manage the Church of the God of Food, Allen wouldn't be able to be a hands-off boss like he is now, traveling far away for long periods of time.

With Albad's talent and character, Allen even felt that he had gone further in his career path than Cole, the boy he had painstakingly cultivated. It was precisely because of Cole, his unrestrained disciple, as a comparison that Allen was able to deeply understand the problem when he reflected on himself.

This time, Alan put aside the matter of wilderness reform and came back. In addition to wanting to take advantage of the honeymoon period between the four pillars and ask them to help solve the hidden dangers in Green Field, he was also worried about Albad and wanted to help Albad complete a level breakthrough and extend his life.

A leader who is enterprising, wise, shrewd and resourceful is extremely valuable to any tribe, but it is also not easy to cultivate. In the long years of the wilderness, many tribes that were once glorious and powerful often fell into decline as soon as the leaders who led the tribes to rise perished, like a meteor streaking across the sky.

Although Allen himself is also a talented leader, his life span will be even longer after he is promoted to a saint, and the Green Tribe does not need to worry too much about the issue of power transfer within two thousand years. But now that he has chosen another path to protect the Green Tribe and even the Goblins for a longer period of time, the road ahead will be difficult, and he will definitely not invest all his energy and efforts in the Green Tribe like when he led the Green Tribe to rise.

He has higher aspirations and a bigger stage waiting for him. He also cannot be sure when an accident will happen. The enemies around him are too many and too strong, and the unknown means are beyond Alan's imagination. If he really dies one day, at least he must leave some hope for the tribe.

This is what he thought when he cultivated Kol, and this is also what he thought when he helped Albad prolong his life. After all, in the eyes of Allen who has no offspring, the Green Tribe is the continuation and inheritance of his life's work, and it is his Achilles' heel.