The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1231

A flash of golden light streaked past, and dozens of powerful javelins lost their bearings, scattering and flying in all directions in front of the troll.

call! !

call out! ! !
But following closely behind the spear attacks were countless sharp, frost-covered blades, which transformed into a sky full of flying stars to harass the trolls.

Clang! ! !
The golden greatsword paused and slashed again, unleashing a surging energy storm that collided directly with the murderous ice and snow magic filling the sky before it.

Sizzle~~
The powerful magic was cut in two, and a dark shadow instantly passed through it, rapidly approaching the cave in the ground.

"Ah~~"

Just as the troll was about to fall into the cave, several figures burst out with fierce roars from the dark cave entrance, each holding a heavy shield and weapon of different materials and styles, forming a line that completely blocked the troll's path.

Thump, thump thump~~
Just as the sword was about to strike the shields, the troll flicked his wrist, turning the greatsword horizontally. The broad blade, like a fly swatter, sent the defenders flying.

Clang~~~ Clang~~~
"Ah~~"

"%￥……#@……"

Amidst the chaotic sounds emanating from the dimly lit cave, and the creatures hiding within bustling about, the troll who had broken in had already appeared steadily in the center of the cave, wielding a heavy sword. His piercing tiger eyes clearly saw the hidden cave's contents.

The cave, which reeks of a strong, fishy stench, is quite large, extending nearly 30 meters underground. It was originally connected to the surface by a narrow passage, but the rift created by the troll's sword has exposed the entire cave.

Inside, dozens of troll-like creatures with dark blue pupils were gathered. A small number of children and elderly females were placed in the safest corner, trembling with fear, while more than 40 adult troll warriors surrounded them and protected them.

Compared to the troll allies that Allen was familiar with in Feynman's world, these trolls did not differ much in appearance and height. Only the few snow-white bone spurs protruding from their shoulders and heads and their silver-white pupils revealed their uniqueness.

Although the soldiers were in disarray as their comrades were knocked down and crashed into their own lines, they did not reveal the children and elders behind them.

"SUKA!!...BASKAE...!!"

When they realized that the intruders had entered the cave where they were hiding, the warriors, weapons in hand, roared fiercely at the troll, but the language they spoke was completely incomprehensible to the intruder.

“Lost sheep, I am not your enemy.”

In fact, the golden greatsword in the troll's hand had already revealed his true identity. He was none other than Alan, the bear goblin saint who had disappeared from Zerata. The shape of the quasi-artifact weapon, the Bonebreaker, which had accompanied him throughout his growth, had already spread throughout the Feynman World intelligence organization. However, there was not much information about him in this abyssal plane.

At this moment, with the power of the shape-shifting bracelet he obtained from the Abyss, Allen once again changed his appearance, transforming into an ordinary troll and appearing in the 23rd layer of the Abyss Plane—the Iron Ice Plains, an Abyss layer world ruled by the fallen frost giant lord Koschitch.

Although he transformed into the form of a troll, it didn't mean that Allen could understand the troll's own language. Moreover, the troll branch in this abyss had developed independently, and their troll language had changed considerably from that of the trolls in Feynman's world.

Therefore, Allen could only express his goodwill to this group of targets who were hostile and wary of the intruders in Common.

Perhaps sensing the goodwill of this powerful intruder, after a long hesitation, the troll horde parted, and a frail old troll, leaning on a crystal staff, slowly stepped forward. His silver hair and deep, dark blue eyes gave him a somewhat wise appearance. "Respected troll lord," he said, "why have you appeared in our barren and frigid Maple Snow Slope?"

Seeing that the trolls could communicate, Allen was relieved. He then put away his greatsword and placed it in his dimensional device, proving once again that he meant no harm.

"I am the great master of taste, the nemesis of famine, the earthly god of food, and I have been called by my Lord to this abyss to shepherd the poor lambs. You are fortunate, my fellow countrymen, as you are the first settlement in need of help that I have encountered since entering this plane."

"I sensed the hunger emanating from you, and I heard the cries of your hearts to the gods: 'God, save me!!! Take me away from this endless, cruel abyss of cold!!!'"

"Therefore, I have appeared before you."

A soft, warm green light emanated from Allen, and his appearance changed to that of someone wearing a beige chef's robe, with a frying pan in his hand bearing a silver-white semi-circular lid.

As he spoke in a solemn and authoritative tone, Allen used his free left hand to open the pot lid. A tempting aroma of food surged forth like a shockwave, instantly suppressing the foul odor in the cave and enveloping the entire cave in the delicious scent of the food.

"Gulu~~"

"Coo coo~~~~"

Still terrified and flustered, the native trolls were tempted by the irresistible aroma, their mouths watering and their stomachs growling.

In this abyssal plane with sparse vegetation, barren resources, and extreme cold, only powerful tribes that occupy natural shelters such as underground hot springs and volcanoes have a chance to obtain enough food. For the troll tribe with a population of barely a hundred, it is an extremely luxurious dream and aspiration.

Despite their mother's attempts to stop them, the troll cubs, protected behind their backs, secretly squeezed their tiny bodies out from between the adults' legs. With their big, innocent, greedy eyes and dirty fingers in their mouths, they stared longingly at the imposing figure blocking the entrance to the cave.

"Damn heretics, how dare you bewitch the followers of the Great King of Wrath!!!"

Among the troll horde, a troll clad in a blood-red divine robe roared angrily at Allen, his scepter beginning to glow with crimson light as he chanted incantations, a divine spell slowly taking shape.

boom! ! !
A golden divine spell shot out from in front of the benevolent Allen, landing precisely on the face of the seemingly insane troll priest. A large, twisted head instantly transformed into a punctured balloon, with dark red blood mixed with white brain matter splattering everywhere.

Universal Divine Spell - Spear of Judgment
With disdain and contempt in his eyes, Eren didn't even glance at the murder scene he had created. He simply stepped forward slightly, bent low, and lowered the frying pan to everyone's sight before slowly speaking: "A mere exile of the Frost Titans dares to call himself king?"

The so-called King of Wrath is the name given to the 23rd floor abyss lord, the frost giant Koschitch. The priest killed by Allen was clearly a follower of the abyss lord Koschitch. With his swift and decisive death by Allen, the other trolls in the cave, who had been tempted by Allen's food and were restless, once again fell silent and became wary.

"What?? Do you really want to submit to the shadow of that cruel and hypocritical frost giant lord??"

"Don't you want to escape this sea of ​​suffering and gain a bright new future?"

"Of course, the most important thing now is to fill your empty stomachs and dispel the cloud of hunger hanging over your heads."

"Cheer for the delicious food, lambs!!!"

The dimensional device, specially designed to resemble a frying pan, caused countless pieces of food, still faintly steaming, to turn into a rain of steam as Allen waved his right hand, which was holding the pan handle. The rain fell onto the heads of the trolls facing them.