The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1232

A group of country bumpkin trolls had never truly had a full meal since birth, let alone faced a scene like this, with mountains of food, steaming and emitting an enticing aroma.

While suppressing the uncontrollable drooling and restraining the struggling, writhing, and wailing children around them, as they tried to pick up the food within reach to fill their empty stomachs, the trolls maintained a cautious and careful attitude, looking around and whispering to their companions.

Because they weren't sure if the pie that had fallen from the sky was laced with poison.

"Foolish lambs, if I truly harbored ill will towards you, do you really believe you have the ability to stop me?"

Allen shook his head and spoke silently. At the same time, he slung the pot lid over his waist with his left hand, then reached into the pan, which was still full of food despite having been filled with nearly a thousand pounds of food, and took out a flatbread made of flour to eat.

At the same time, a milky white halo of divine magic slowly took shape under Allen's divine control, and then gracefully descended upon the troll group opposite. As the faint glow shimmered and covered the trolls, a warm aura soothed their panicked minds and dispelled the icy chill in the cave.

Seeing the powerful troll ahead intently scrutinizing his fellow humans, the elderly troll spellcaster, knowing he had no choice, bent down first, picked up a still-steaming flatbread, and began to eat. As soon as it entered his mouth, a fragrant and sweet taste lingered on his parched tongue. The not-so-rough flatbread didn't require much chewing; it mingled with the saliva on his lips and tongue, turning into drops of nectar to nourish his depleted body.

Only after personally testing it and finding nothing amiss did the white-haired troll elder turn around and nod slightly in agreement.

Seeing this, the trolls began to feast on the slightly cold flatbread and various snacks on the ground.

The delicious and filling food quickly won over the hungry and thirsty group who lived in the harsh land. At first, they were a little reserved and careful, but later their movements became more and more rough and wild. When their stomachs swelled up at a visible speed and they could barely swallow a bite of food, they finally ended this precious meal with satisfaction.

At this moment, the troll inhabitants of the cave had no semblance of decorum. They were so fat and round that they could hardly walk. They were either leaning against the cold cave walls or sitting on the ground, rubbing their aching bellies with satisfied expressions.

"Honorable preacher, why are you willing to waste your precious food on our small tribe? What do you hope to gain from us?"

The only one who could still maintain rationality and restraint was the white-haired elder who had been watching Allen intently ever since he tasted a piece of bread to test for poison. He humbly asked Allen a question with deep doubt and confusion.

“As I just said, I am the forerunner under the great God of Food. My all-knowing and all-powerful Lord heard your prayers and cries that do not belong to this abyss, and therefore sent me to this abyss to rescue you poor lambs.”

"He does not require your reward, nor does He care about your possessions; He only has a loving and compassionate heart that cannot bear to see the suffering of the world's creatures."

Allen, posing as his preacher, showered himself with flattery without a hint of embarrassment or hypocrisy. Instead, his solemn and holy expression was genuinely sincere, even slightly moving the troll elder, who, despite his advanced age and considerable experience, wavered in his resolve. "Honorable messenger," Allen said, "the entire Frostbone Village is willing to heed the teachings of the God of Food and follow in His footsteps."

As the saying goes, "He who takes a man's gift is bound to be grateful." Since he had already enjoyed the food offered by the other party, and his own clan of over a hundred people was no match for the other party alone, the old troll, after much deliberation, made the most correct decision of his life.

"However, our village has been ruled by the frost giant baron Herag Iceskull since ancient times, and we serve the great King of Wrath. If he finds out that we have abandoned the King of Wrath's protection, it will probably bring this powerful demigod's endless pursuit."

In the Abyss, faith is more straightforward. Each Abyss Lord who rules over a level of the Abyss often treats the native inhabitants under their rule as their exclusive domain, not allowing any faith that does not worship them to exist. If the Abyss Lords discover that a tribe has privately practiced or followed a foreign faith, it will inevitably incur their thunderous wrath and lead to the extermination of the entire tribe—a burden that these weak tribes cannot bear.

"He is but a frost giant demigod. The power of our lord is beyond the comprehension of you foolish lambs. Harvesting his soul is merely a matter of course."

"As long as you can sincerely convert to our Lord and steadfastly follow and serve Him, not only will these external threats be silently erased, but your lives and future will also undergo earth-shattering changes."

Allen's dignified demeanor revealed his disdain for the demigod-level powerhouse mentioned by the troll elder, which reassured the troll natives somewhat. His vision of the future that followed struck the deepest spot in the hearts of the trolls present: "When your faith is strong enough to shake mountains and your voice of conviction reaches the kingdom of our Lord God, you will surely break free from this abyss that imprisons you and go to a beautiful, warm, and prosperous paradise."

Really??

"You're not lying to us, are you?"

From childhood, the trolls have been told legends about their ancestral homeland: they, the Frost Trolls, originally lived in a prime material plane. Although the environment and climate there were equally cold, it had a much richer ecosystem of plants and animals than this Abyss, and produced far more resources than the Abyss.

Countless years ago, a powerful figure named Koschitch, who had betrayed one of the Frost Giants, seduced one of the Frost Trolls. Using immortality as bait, he led them through the House of the Giants in Joseph Garden to settle in the 23rd layer of the Abyss. From then on, this branch of Frost Trolls was enslaved and exploited by the Frost Giant Lord Koschitch for eternity.

The harsh reality and desolate environment of the abyss led the trolls who settled there to reflect on the choices of their ancestors, and they began to yearn for the wonderful life in the material world of legend.

However, during this process, the frost trolls who migrated to the Iron Frozen Wastes split once again. One group continued to follow the frost giant lord Koschitch and, over the long years, launched numerous counterattacks against the Prime Material Plane through the House of the Giants in Joseph Garden, becoming Koschitch's pawns in his attempt to overthrow the orthodox frost giant faith.

Meanwhile, another group of frost trolls awakened their free will, no longer accepting their fate of being enslaved by the frost giants. After a period of reflection and accumulation of strength, they found an opportunity to rise up and fight back. Although they ultimately failed, a portion of the elite frost trolls, led by the wise and enlightened holy leader Grakka the Frosteater, escaped the pursuit of the frost giant lord Koschitch and went to live in seclusion on the edge of the Iron Frozen Wastes, searching for other passages to the Prime Material World.

Most of the frost trolls who remained under Kosch's command were actually forced into it, but deep down they harbored resentment towards the cruel, harsh, and capricious frost giants who ruled them, and had long been dissatisfied with their rule.