The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1123 Preparation
It took Allen more than three months to go back and forth to Fort Namur. When he returned, the fortress was still prosperous. The tribesmen in the entire city didn't even know that in just these few short months, the tribe's territory had more than doubled.

Of course, most of the fortress's top brass have already heard the news. After all, in order to reclaim and operate the Sleeping Snake Valley, which is in need of reconstruction, it is impossible to rely entirely on Green Lake City for the materials raised in the early stages. Namur Fortress, as a major commercial center, is actually more convenient.

"Congratulations, Chief, for another great victory."

When he saw Allen, the first thing Roger, the Lord of the Bugbear City, did was to bow and express his sincere congratulations to Allen, with an expression of pride on his face.

These elites in the tribe are naturally happy. The expansion of the tribal territory means an increase in the tribal interest pie, and the space for promotion of the nephews and relatives of each family will become broader and easier in the future.

"There is nothing to celebrate. Don't do this kind of nonsense."

Alan responded calmly, which immediately made Roger's face freeze. It was obvious that the Lord of the Bugbear City had not yet figured out the character of their chief.

"I have a task for you. Prepare all the items on this list for me. No matter how much it costs, I want to see these things appear in front of me in three months."

Alan waved his hand, and suddenly a thin piece of parchment appeared in his hand. He then gently threw it to the bugbear in front of him, who was caught by Roger.

Roger opened the parchment and read the few words on it at a glance. At the same time, his brain was working quickly to weigh the pros and cons: "Some of the materials on it are already in stock in our warehouse, and there should be news about other materials in the Chamber of Commerce. However, there are three or four relatively scarce materials that will take some time to obtain."

"Can we get it in three months?"

Alan didn't care about the embarrassment in the other party's words, he just wanted the result.

"No problem, I can definitely get it."

Roger naturally understood the meaning of Allen's words and gave a clear and straightforward affirmative answer.

"Okay, when you have collected everything, come find me in the castle. I am going to retreat and recuperate now. Please don't disturb me unless it's important."

"Yes."

It was rare for Alan to feel the convenience of running a large force. The parchment he gave to Roger was filled with all the materials he needed, including precious materials for rebuilding a set of scale armor, as well as materials he prepared to solve the Albade problem.

Most of these materials were extremely rare and precious, requiring not only a huge amount of money to buy, but also sufficient status and channels. If Allen was alone, even if he was the top saint-level existence in the wilderness, it would take several years to collect all the above materials, and the cost would inevitably be high.

Now, Alan only needs to give orders to his subordinates, and they will be able to prepare for him effectively and quickly without him having to be distracted. This is the convenience of running a force.

All the trivial matters were left to his subordinates, but Alan himself had nothing else to do. After thinking for a while, he left his castle and went to the wizard tower in the city where Albad was placed.

"City Lord."

Sean and Jason, who were stationed in the Mage Tower, saw Alan coming and quickly opened the Mage Barrier to greet him, but they were all sent away by Alan. He just wanted to observe and understand the condition of the frozen Albard, not to inspect their work. Walking into the heavily guarded top-floor laboratory, Albard still looked the same as before, with his eyes closed and his face calm in the ice. The only slight change was that his life force was a little weaker, but that was only noticeable with Alan's strong perception, and others might not be able to notice his changes.

At this rate of decay, Albad might not be able to hold on for the five years he predicted. He would probably die in half a year at most. Even if he was frozen in perpetual ice by magic, he could not escape the scythe of death.

"Half a year?"

Alan looked at the ice in front of him with a heavy face and muttered to himself.

Time is running out, but Allen has not yet finalized the method to prolong Albad's life, because the only two or three options currently available have their own advantages and disadvantages, and the probability of success is not high.

In order to better understand the situation in Albad, Alan simply lived in the Mage Tower, discussing and researching with the Divine Consciousness to see if there were other better solutions, while waiting for the supplies purchased by Roger to arrive.

In less than three months, Roger had collected all the materials recorded on Alan's parchment and sent them all to the Mage Tower.

For these materials, Roger spent most of the funds in the Mur Fortress, and also used several favors to pay off several major chambers of commerce. He was able to do all this within the deadline required by Allen, but in return, Allen just said lightly: "Thank you for your hard work."

"By the way, take these materials. Also, the materials in this dimensional bag are given to you. According to the requirements of the note I put inside, help me make a set of scale armor and four or five suitable magic accessories."

Alan placed a wide variety of precious materials randomly on the floor of the room. He picked out some materials and threw them to Roger who was standing at the door. After he finished picking the materials on the floor, Alan took out a dimensional bag from his waist and threw it to Roger. The bag contained part of the spoils he got from killing the Hydra in the desert.

"The remaining materials will be kept in the clan's treasury. You can use them as you wish."

After the battle, Allen was not only seriously injured, but also his equipment, except for the quasi-artifact-level bonecutter, was almost completely destroyed in the body of the Hydra. Even if Allen paid more attention to his own strength, and did not despise those methods of improving self-strength through external equipment and props, he did not take it seriously. Now was a good opportunity to build a set of exclusive equipment.

"Yes."

Roger took the dimensional bag and casually scanned it with his mental power. After a rough perception, his expression changed a little.

The huge bone materials that were crystal clear and had a metallic texture were obviously not ordinary items. They filled the entire dimensional bag. Even the gaps between the bones were filled with crystals and gems of various colors. Roger knew they were priceless just by looking at the texture and color.

The things in this one dimensional bag are not only enough to offset the consumption of various materials purchased by their city-state for Allen, but there is definitely some left over.

No wonder all the successive city lords said that our chieftain always acted independently, never taking advantage of the tribe, and always subsidized the tribe with his own collection. With such a selfless and capable leader in Green Field, which Green Field tribe member would not feel that being born into this tribe was a blessing from the goddess of luck!

Everything was ready. Alan picked up the materials on the ground and put them into the dimensional bag. He picked up an empty dimensional bag that Roger had prepared, put the frozen Albad into it, walked through the window of the wizard's tower, and left Namur Fortress directly.

It's time to get the problem out of the way.