The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1128 Deadlock
"...I didn't expect that we would bother you again not long after we left, Alan!!"

In Green Lake City, Alan could not rest in peace. He could not even take a good rest, and he could not turn his face away, because the guests in his castle were his staunch allies, the kobold Da Vinci, the gnoll Bricken, and the legendary troll messenger Timothy Fila who came on behalf of the demigod Alian.

"If we had known that your cooking skills were so amazing, when we were helping you in the Takhan Desert, we would have asked you for a high-level magical dish, and we wouldn't have to make another trip like we do now."

Not long after they sat down and exchanged greetings, the Gnoll Saint Da Vinci brought up the topic of the purpose of their visit. Although Alan had expected this, he still felt a little embarrassed. After all, only he knew how much pressure and risk this adventure of cross-level cooking would bring.

Not to mention that as he continued to digest his experience during this period, he also had a roughly clear understanding of this type of master-level cooking: each master-level dish is a unique piece. Even if Alan could gather exactly the same ingredients in the future and replicate the last cooking in the same place with the same method, the characteristics and form of the final dish would definitely not be similar to this time.

That is to say, after reaching the Grandmaster level, there will no longer be any so-called recipes for magical dishes. Everything depends entirely on the ingredients selected at the time and the skills used by the Grandmaster to cook it.

Just like the semi-artifacts created by the forging masters, there is absolutely no possibility of mass production. Each semi-artifact has unique properties and characteristics.

This is an extremely difficult challenge for the magic chefs, because you cannot directly copy the existing experience. Instead, you need to use your ingenuity to match the ingredients and study the cooking methods. Otherwise, only failure awaits you, there is no other way.

"It was all luck. When I think back to the last time I cooked, it feels like a dream."

Allen organized his words carefully, not wanting to raise expectations for the three people in front of him: "Even though I succeeded in cooking this time, if I really have to do it again, I dare say I will never succeed."

"Ignorance is fearless. If it weren't for the fact that the person in my clan who made me feel sorry for him was about to die, and there was really no other way, I wouldn't have dared to take such a big risk!!"

"Looking back now after having gained some experience, I think that my success was really a blessing from the goddess of luck, which allowed me to seize the less than one in ten thousand chance of success."

Everyone was smart and could understand what Alan meant, but it was difficult to quench their desire for the grandmaster-level magic dishes.

"Alan, don't underestimate yourself. Since you succeeded once, you can definitely succeed a second time. As long as the success rate is not less than 0, everything is possible!!"

Among the three pillars, Da Vinci was probably the one who was most eager for this grandmaster-level magic dish, especially when he arrived in Green Lake City and met the lucky dwarf goblin who had just come out of seclusion. After personally observing the other party's appearance, condition, and strength, he became more determined to achieve his goal.

As the strongest man in the wilderness, who had ruled the alliance for thousands of years, the Kobold Saint naturally had all kinds of precious potions and magic tricks, and had used them many times. A mere Grandmaster magic dish, no matter how valuable it was, would not move this Saint-level being, so he went straight north to visit Allen.

Just as Bricken and Alian said in their private conversation, Da Vinci's lifespan is now as short as Albad's. One foot has already stepped into the River Styx. Within a hundred years at most, his soul will return to the River Styx or ascend to the kingdom of a certain god.

Now the Kobold Saint has changed his style and clearly supports Allen's reforms in the alliance. He even personally helps Allen solve the Hydra, all of which are planning for the future of the tribe. Without him in charge, the status and power that the Pale Night has been allocated in the alliance for many years will inevitably be coveted and challenged by other forces, and the original interests will naturally be envied by others, so he took advantage of his still alive time to strengthen the strength of his own tribal camp through reforms, and at the same time befriend the ruler of the wilderness for the next two thousand years, sell him favors, and let him protect his descendants in the future.

However, these are only temporary solutions. If the Pale Night really wants to continue to maintain its current status and power, it still needs a qualified successor to inherit its legacy in the alliance. However, the huge gap between legends and demigods is like a chasm. Over the past thousand years, there have been more than a hundred tribal legends, but no one has been able to reach the threshold of demigods.

Saint-level beings are the strongest beings at the highest level in Feynman's world. Even gods who travel to this world can only possess such strength. This means that unless Da Vinci embarks on that difficult and forbidden path, his journey will come to an end.

No matter how many potions, magic dishes, etc. you have for yourself, they can only extend your life a little bit. After using them many times, your body will naturally develop resistance, and the effect will no longer be proportional to the price you pay.

It's not that Da Vinci didn't try to use Grandmaster-level potions, magic to transform the body, and other means to force the legendary strongmen in the tribe who barely touched the threshold of demigod to break through, but the results all ended in failure. After going through a lot of trouble to get a bottle of Grandmaster potion that can allow legendary strongmen to drink and advance to the next level, and let a legendary high-level kobold in the tribe take it. Although his level was indeed promoted by one level, because he did not have the spiritual feeling of the demigod level, he could not produce a real transformation. The strong kobold could only be regarded as a pseudo-demigod in the end, and his actual lifespan was only about a hundred years longer than that of the legendary high-level. In particular, the strength of the kobold pseudo-demigod was not much different from that of a real demigod. No matter how hard he worked in the future, his strength never improved. Obviously, this method of forcibly raising the level had great sequelae.

After these attempts, Da Vinci gave up the idea of ​​taking shortcuts to train a successor. Until he obtained the information about Allen's cooking of master-level magic dishes, and witnessed the current situation of the dwarf Albad who was improved after eating this dish, his dead heart became restless again.

"Alan, just tell me what kind of ingredients you need and how much you want as payment. I will do my best to satisfy you."

"I just hope you can cook a suitable dish for a child in my family and help him cross that threshold."

Facing Da Vinci's fanatical eyes, Allen was a little overwhelmed: "Sir Da Vinci, as we are now close allies on the same ship, I will not shirk anything I can do."

"But the problem is that I'm not sure I can successfully cook a master-level magical dish now."

"Each Grandmaster-level magical dish is extremely expensive. Even a tribe like yours and mine may not be able to come up with a few. If I rashly agree to help you cook, but it all ends in failure, how can I explain it to you?"

"Wait a few more decades, I will refine my cooking skills and accumulate more experience. When I am confident, I will help you realize your wishes."

After hearing Alan's answer, even Bricken, who was mentally prepared, couldn't help but show a trace of disappointment and dissatisfaction on his face, not to mention the ogre saint Da Vinci who was even more anxious about it.

"Decades?? I can't wait that long!!"

Upon hearing this, Da Vinci refused without hesitation.

Time is an extremely precious thing for the old dog-head who can already hear the footsteps of death chasing him. If he cannot buy the tribe thousands of years of time for a smooth transition before death comes, Da Vinci may not be able to rest in peace even if he dies.

Just like the Green Tribe means to Allen, Da Vinci's family is the last thing he is reluctant to part with for a man who has lived for more than two thousand years and has become indifferent to most things.

"Although I can wait, I still hope to experience the effect of this Grandmaster-level magic dish as soon as possible, so that the fire of struggle that I want to continue to improve my strength can continue to burn! !"

Bricken also started to persuade them. He also hoped that he could break through to the Saint level before the Saint Da Vinci passed away. That way, he could face the pressure from the Bugbear Saint in the Alliance, deal with the power turmoil caused by the passing of Da Vinci, and gain more benefits for himself.

"I have been trapped in this demigod position for hundreds of years. No matter how hard I try or how much hardship I put in, I cannot break through the mountain ahead. Repeated failures have almost worn out my fighting spirit. I myself cannot guarantee whether I will still have the courage to climb that mountain in a few decades."

Only the troll Timothy, who represented Alian, was unable to speak. He said that he came to congratulate Alan on behalf of Alian and ask for cooking dishes, but actually his task was to record the conversation in front of him and relay it in detail to the troll demigod in the distance.

"...Mr. Da Vinci, Mr. Bricken, and this little troll friend representing Alian, you have come a long way and must have been tired. Why don't you take a rest in the city first?"

Allen saw that Da Vinci was determined. If the stalemate continued, the relationship between their pillars, which had been hard-earned, might be in jeopardy. So after thinking it over, he decided to take it slow, let everyone calm down, and then consider how to deal with the three parties.

"Come here, take the three of you to rest. I will hold a banquet for them tonight and I will cook for them myself!!"