The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1102

Alan did not feel any pain even though he could not detect Albad's presence. He swung his illusory arm slightly, and the image on the sand table moved closely according to his thoughts. In a flash, a huge and majestic city emerged. It was the Green Lake City that was rebuilt in imitation of the human capital.

The city built according to magical knowledge is filled with the atmosphere of magic, but because the royal seal and magic circle at the core of the city's control are impregnated and activated by Alan's divine power, the city's defenses, which should also be shrouded in fog, are useless in the face of Alan's territory.

The details of the entire city were fully displayed in Alan's sea of ​​consciousness. The unfamiliar and prosperous streets were clearly visible in the sand table, and the smiles on the faces of the proportionally scaled figures and the paths of their bodies were also clearly visible.

If you look closely, you can see that the virtual images of people constantly passing through the streets are also different. Most of the figures are the same color as the outline of the city, showing a dark gray; and against the gray background, many figures are evolving in color towards white, grayish white - off-white - white - milky white - light gold...

The figures of different colors on the gray background are all followers of the God of Food faith. They show corresponding colors in Allen's field according to their devotion to the faith.

Alan only took a quick look and estimated a rough number. Among the nearly one million people in Green Lake City, almost 1/5 of them became believers of the God of Food. This was not counting the more densely populated Namur Fortress, the various satellite villages and towns scattered across the Green Plains, and the preaching gains of the various tribes in the North.

No wonder the magic runes on the surface of the Seed of Faith reflected in his spiritual world have become more and more complex over the years, with fewer and fewer gaps left, allowing Alan to vaguely feel that it is about to be completed when observing and studying it.

In just over 70 years, a small hidden church with a population of only or has undergone such a huge change, and Albad naturally deserves the most credit for this.

Thinking of this, Albad's weight in Allen's heart increased by two points.

Of course, in addition to this most important change, the overall appearance of Green Lake City has also changed greatly. When I went south before, the huge city magic circle built with the God-level King Seal as the core was only in its infancy and was barely activated by Allen's divine power. Now, through careful observation of the sand table, I can confirm that the magic circle that is integrated with the city defense and hidden deep inside the huge city is basically completed. This means that this Green Lake City will be able to hold out for a long time even if it faces a saint's all-out attack in the future.

After observing every corner of the city with satisfaction, Allen waved his hand again, and the sand table image in front of him switched to the Fate Fortress, the Rapids Bay, and the Horse Ranch...

"...This is the entire situation of Namur Fortress."

"Chief, is there anything else that you think we need a more detailed report on?"

After the lengthy reports from the fortress officials ended, the city lord Roger's deep and powerful voice rang in Allen's ears, drawing his attention back.

"Yeah, good, you did a great job."

Alan nodded his stern face slightly to express his recognition of the work of these officials. Although there was no praise in his tone or expression, it made several fortress officials at the table feel relieved and their eyes sparkled.

To be recognized by the most respected patriarch in everyone's heart is the biggest wish of these talented people in the tribe. Now that their wish has come true, how can they suppress the joy in their hearts!
What they probably didn't expect was that while they were nervously reporting the account books in their hands, the patriarch sitting in front of them had already checked the situation of the entire fortress and verified the actual situation with what they stated.

Although the actual situation was somewhat different from the data reported by the other party, it was all within Allen's acceptable range. After all, when reporting work to the superiors, the people below would more or less optimize the data in order to make the data look better.

"Thank you all for your hard work, let's get back to work!"

The officials present passed Allen's test, and he had no interest in interfering in the affairs of the fortress, so he waved his hand and drove them all away, leaving only the fortress lord Roger, a bear goblin.

When everyone else had left, Alan turned his gaze back and stared majestically at the lord of the city who was silent as a mouse.

"Now that there are no other ears and tongues present, you can report to me what you didn't say just now!"

Under the invisible pressure, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Roger's hairy face. Finally, he forced himself to answer: "Chief, why don't you come with me?"

Alan frowned slightly, somewhat dissatisfied that the new city lord, whom he was not familiar with, did not directly answer his questions. However, seeing the pleading and persistence in his eyes, he did not ask any more questions.

"Lead the way!" The wizard spire of the Namur Fortress is some distance away from the castle where Alan is. After the renovation of Green Lake City in recent years, the wealthy and powerful Green Tribe has accumulated a lot of valuable experience in the construction of magical buildings. Therefore, taking advantage of the renovation needs brought about by the growth of the fortress's defense population, they have carried out a series of renovations on it.

As the magic center of the fortress, the Mage Tower was naturally located at the junction of the inner and outer cities in order to form a powerful force in wartime.

Although the journey was not short, Roger, who led Alan, was also an excellent high-level druid. After transforming into a bald eagle, his short-distance flying speed was not much slower than that of a legendary professional.

As soon as the two approached the wizard's tower, the magic shield surrounding the tower dissipated. As the two slowly landed on the ground, a dwarf goblin in a white wizard robe came out with four or five subordinates.

Around the Mage Tower, more than twenty elite warriors in standard armor held their weapons and looked straight ahead, continuing to stick to their respective defensive posts. Only a bear goblin with a heavy two-handed warhammer on his back stood in front of the only entrance and exit of the Mage Tower. Together with the dwarf goblin mage who had just come out, he saluted Alan and Roger who came to visit.

"Clan leader!"

“City Lord!!”

"Patriarch, this is Jason Croft, the high-level mage who is in charge of the operation of the Mage Tower. He is also the only student of Elder Albade..."

Roger pointed at the dwarf goblin and introduced his identity to Allen, but Allen's attention was attracted by the majestic bear goblin warrior who was more than twice as tall as the dwarf goblin. Although the other party tried his best to suppress his own aura, Allen keenly sensed that the warrior guarding the wizard tower was actually a genuine legendary professional.

Seeing that Alan was focusing his attention on the bugbear, Roger quickly continued to scan the area: "This is Commander Sean Greenfield, who has been promoted to Legend for 25 years."

"Ah."

Alan withdrew his gaze and felt a little bad in his heart.

"What's the situation in there?"

Seeing that Alan had no intention of speaking, Roger immediately asked Johnson who came to greet them.

"Stay the same as before. I have arranged for a full-time ice magician to guard it."

Jason lowered his head and replied in a low voice.

"Take us to see it."

Roger nodded, and then ordered: "The others just stand guard outside!"

"clear!!"

Under the guidance of Johnson, Alan and his companions passed through the hall of the Wizard Tower and climbed up the spiral staircase until they arrived at a guarded door on the top ten floors of the spire. Roger signaled the guard in front of the door to leave, and he pushed open the magic door covered with various magic patterns for Alan.

The door opened, and a thin cold mist blew in. Roger and Johnson, who were slightly weaker, could not help but shiver slightly. However, Alan ignored the coldness and the rippling white mist. His sharp eyes had penetrated the wooden door and saw the scene inside.

"What exactly is going on!!!"

I have been writing on and off recently, and my thoughts and writing style have lagged behind a lot. I will slowly find the feeling and try to keep updating.