The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1233

"Do not doubt the mercy and power of our Lord. As long as you can be consistent in word and deed, you will surely be illuminated by the glory of our Lord and be reborn."

For Allen, preaching and recruiting a group of fickle pseudo-believers was not difficult. With a simple meal, a thousand pounds of food, and his own strength as a foundation, Allen had already made these frost trolls, whom he had not even met by chance, enjoy their blessings in just a few words.

Golden divine magic rippled through the narrow cave, blocking out the biting cold winds from the outside, while also giving Allen a general understanding of the situation of the hundred or so frost trolls in the village before him.

Perhaps it was the harsh environment of the Abyss native land that created the race that struggled to survive on this land. Although the village called Frostbone seemed weak in front of the powerful Allen, in reality every adult Frost Troll had at least the strength of mid-level peak 11-12, and there were as many as 5-6 individuals who could reach the high-level peak 15.

In the Mansa Wilderness, a village or tribe of this strength could definitely occupy a decent territory and grow into a group of tens of thousands. However, in this 23rd layer of the abyss, Frostbone Village can only struggle to survive in the most barren and desolate edge of the Steel Ice Plains, and its entire population could be wiped out at any time.

Over the next few days, Allen preached the doctrines and rules of the Church of the God of Food to the trolls, teaching them how to pray to the God of Food, while also gathering intelligence about the surrounding area. At the same time, Allen gathered the village children together, using food and magical culinary skills to tempt them into accepting his teachings.

Compared to adult trolls, these children are easier to brainwash and bewitch. Although I won't be staying here for long, it's more cost-effective to teach these children with good potential than to waste time and energy on adult trolls.

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Baron Herag the Frost Giant sat in the grand hall of his giant castle, which had taken a thousand years to build, yawning listlessly with a weary expression, yet unable to fall asleep.

He was originally one of the frost giants who defected from the Prime Material Plane to the 23rd layer of the Abyss with Koschitch. He helped Koschitch fight countless battles against the demon lord who originally ruled this layer of the Abyss, and eventually pushed him to the position of ruling lord.

After Koschitchell seized power, he rewarded the Frost Giants who followed him according to their merits. However, because Hrag's own strength had been difficult to improve for a long time and he did not have much potential, he directly sent him to the most remote and barren place.

This godforsaken place is so poor that even Lord Koschitch's collection teams and roving messengers don't bother to visit it. Each time, they just send someone to inform Hrag about the relevant matters, leaving Hrag to handle the matter and pay tribute as he sees fit.

Thousands of years have passed, and the abyss lord Koschitch probably has already forgotten about Herag and no longer remembers that he had such a demigod frost giant as a subordinate.

"Guards!!! Order the patrol to assemble! Today, I, your lord, will personally lead the troops to patrol my territory!!!"

The greatest benefit of following Koschitchet in rebelling against the Frost Giants is eternal life. Unless harvested by an external force, the passage of time has no effect on these Frost Giants living in the Iron Ice Plains. Of course, the price is that their souls are forever bound to the abyss of the Iron Ice Plains, and they can never enter the divine realm of the gods or flow into the River Styx.

Only after truly attaining eternal life will one understand that this seemingly beautiful pursuit is actually a cruel form of punishment. An independent personality will be gradually worn away and extinguished with the passage of time, and life will slowly become passive and lazy until it can no longer generate much passion, leading to a habitual life like that of a walking corpse.

In order to maintain self-awareness and personality, some people begin to become more manic and brutal, trying to find stimulation and stimulate their own vitality through such extreme behavior.

Some giants simply let themselves drift, living out their endless lives in a daze, and Hrag was one of them.

The frost giant lord, who was bored with nothing but eating and sleeping in his castle, finally decided to go out for a walk and burn off some of his excess weight.

Hearing their master's booming voice echo throughout the crater, the demons, frost trolls, and other races serving this lord outside the castle rushed out of their respective dwellings in a panic, forming messy and irregular ranks.

Hearing the shouts, several female frost giants peeked out from the huge windows in various directions of the castle, but quickly lost interest and withdrew their heads, remaining silent. As lord Herag's consorts, their most important task was to take care of themselves and the unborn children in their wombs, or the frost giant offspring with long growth periods, not to follow this hopeless partner in his folly.

When a group of 3-400 people had gathered on the playground carved out of the crater, the frost giant lord Herag, who was over 5 meters tall, slowly walked out of the castle, shrugged, coughed twice, and then presented what he considered to be a majestic and domineering image to the group.

"Everyone, perk up!!!! You all look like you haven't eaten. If we run into those guys' subordinates outside, won't they be laughing at me?"

Although he was mediocre and incompetent under Koschitch, he was still a demigod-level being. The slightest hint of his power was like a bucket of ice water poured on the demons and frost trolls on the playground, instantly making them stand up and become energetic, trying to show their valiant side to their lazy lord.

"Set off!!!"

When the last supply trainman, leading several pack animals laden with bundles and boxes of all sizes, joined the group, the powerful demigod lord waved his hand and casually pointed in a direction with an air of triumph before leading the group down the mountainside covered with thick snow and ice.

Although Koschitchell nominally ruled the entire Iron Icefield, in reality, the area he could truly control was no more than 3/5 of the total icefield area.

Because the territory granted to Hrag was located in the most remote and controlled area, it naturally faced various risks, such as invasions by small groups of demon armies and attacks by rioters from the local abyssal races. In order to ensure the stability of his territory, Hrag needed to send his warriors to patrol the surrounding area from time to time to eliminate any unruly settlements or those that had overpopulated demon beasts, which posed potential risks.

Normally, Horag would delegate these kinds of tasks to his legendary demon leaders and rarely take action himself.

This time, Hrag took the initiative to lead the team not entirely on a whim, but because his subconscious sensed that a great danger was brewing in his territory. Hrag never took the intuitive warnings that had allowed him to survive countless fierce battles lightly, which is why he suddenly did this today.

Led by the only Balrog legendary leader under his command, the main force slowly made its way eastward, its long tail trailing behind it. The frost giant baron, riding on the back of a massive beast, looked like a small mountain from afar, and each step forward caused the earth to tremble slightly, scattering folds of snow.

Such a commotion could be heard from ten miles away in the desolate wilderness. How could the ever-vigilant natives of the wilderness not notice it?

The mindless beasts roared from afar, warning the intruders, but were often met with sharp blades piercing the sky, becoming spoils of war amidst their wails. The intelligent demons and native inhabitants either quickly gathered up traces of their surroundings and hid, or began to drive the villagers out of their settlements to bow and welcome their rulers.

The demons and natives who manage to live in this remote and barren region are mostly losers in the competition, their spirits and fighting will long since worn away, leaving only the hope of survival to eke out a living in relatively safe places. Facing the most powerful being who rules their territory, few demons and natives can muster the will to resist. Even if they are extremely unwilling, they can only offer up the minerals and food they have painstakingly harvested to Hrag in exchange for limited protection of their lives in this place.

Although Herag had a volatile temper, he rarely resorted to cruel methods towards the few settlements and tribes inhabiting his vast territory. After all, each person under his rule was the source of his meager wealth, and he wouldn't kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

Of course, the great frost giant baron's goodwill was based on the premise that his subjects were obedient and did not default on various taxes.

Following the established path formed over the years, the packs on the shoulders of the warriors and pack animals of Herag's group gradually became fuller. Even Baron Herag had to willingly give up his pack animals to carry the harvest supplies. This did not arouse the baron's dissatisfaction, but instead earned him a slightly satisfied look.

Even the most barren land can be used to extract resources.

The only thing that Hrag regrets is that most of these supplies will soon be handed over to his superior, whom he hasn't seen for hundreds of years—Viscount 'The Gutbreaker' Volakis, the Frost Giant.

"Why did we turn around? I remember there was a demon village with over two hundred people a little further ahead, wasn't there?"

Having rarely ventured out on a patrol, Herag compared the familiar outlines of the geographical landmarks along the way, which were covered in snow but still vaguely preserved, with the images he had gathered from his memories. As the group slowly turned onto a road he had never set foot on before, he couldn't help but ask the Balrog leading the way a question.

“Master, that village on the eastern border was destroyed by the rebellious frost trolls more than a hundred years ago. Now that area is abandoned and no demons or natives live there anymore.”

Upon hearing his master's hoarse voice, Baloro the Baloro quickly turned around to explain, his body tensing as he feared his master might suddenly unleash a brutal beating.

After all, as the team leader under Helag, Umbulak's job was to maintain order and protect the people.

"Huh?? How come I didn't know about this??"

"Because when I reported to you, Master, you were busy in bed with Ms. Maracas..."

"Stop!! I remember now!! That damn Frost brat!!"

Herag didn't really remember what happened more than a hundred years ago, but he really didn't want Umbrako to have so many subordinates hear about the absurd things he did in the castle, so he immediately interrupted him sternly.

"Then tell me, where are we going next?"

Umbrako breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't dared to tell his master about it. If he had mentioned it to the Frost Giant Baron, the baron would probably have ordered him to lead his men to hunt him down deep into the ice plains. The dangers there were far beyond what a mere Legendary figure like himself could handle.

Or rather, even if the baron he served were to encounter the leader of the frost trolls hiding deep within the ice plains, the outcome would most likely be dire.

The fact that he was able to escape unscathed from the pursuit of several Saint-level peak generals under Lord Koschitch, the Lord of the Iron Icefield, shows that the strength of this Frost Troll traitor who chose to hide outside the eastern border of the Icefield was definitely not something that Herag, who only had the strength of a demigod, could provoke.

Therefore, when he heard that a village in his territory had been destroyed by the Frost Troll rebels, Horag was angry but not so surprised.

"Going south for three spells, there's a frost troll village that's been settled there for the last few decades..."

Continuing to lead the way for the Baron, the long procession slowly moved toward the next destination. As the comfort and novelty of occasional exercise after years of not moving around gradually disappeared, the Frost Giant Baron's journey became somewhat boring and sluggish, and he even had the faint thought of turning back home.

The scenery in this snowy landscape is largely the same at first glance: the earth is covered in white snow, with only a few steep mountain walls or hibernating lone trees adding a touch of gray-brown color. It is difficult for people to enjoy the monotonous snow scene for long.

Huh! !

Unexpectedly, there was a demon beast of unknown species that managed to evade the notice of the skilled hunters in his team, hiding in the deep snow dozens of meters away. If he hadn't habitually spread his mental field over a hundred meters around him, he might have actually let this ferocious beast escape.

With interest, Herag looked toward a seemingly ordinary, flat patch of snow not far to his left. With a flick of his wrist, a javelin appeared in his large hand, which he then prepared to throw at the place where an unfamiliar aura lurked.

boom! !

Unexpectedly, this demon beast had even sharper senses. Just as the Frost Giant Baron had a thought, it suddenly sprang into action, its phantom silhouette rapidly fleeing into the distance under the cover of the swirling snow.

"None of you mind, I'm going to use this little thing to get some exercise!!"

A cruel smile appeared on Hrag's lips as he coldly watched the agile beast gradually disappear into the distance. After casually giving an order, the frost giant's massive body transformed into a cannonball and roared out, stirring up a huge wave of snow that splashed in all directions, crashing heavily onto the demons and native vassals in the group, causing chaos and tumble.

Umbrako, the leader of the Balrog demons, shook his head speechlessly, turned around, kicked a berserker demon away, and fiercely commanded, "Get up and get going, you bunch of lazy, slacking bastards!!!"

"If we don't make it to the designated rest camp today, I'll let you taste the whip!"