The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1238

More than half a month later, in the cave of the Frost Troll Tribe on Maple Snow Slope, who had converted to the God of Food, a group of troll believers of all sizes knelt on the ground, not daring to look up at the visitor who occupied half of the cave, the frost giant Na'duke Lord who ruled their weak tribe—Hrag Iceskull.

"Get up, all of you. Your lord has now become a follower of the Great God of Food, just like you."

The bear goblin Allen emerged slowly from a newly opened space deep within the cave in his true form, gently comforting the trembling believers on the ground.

"Hrag, put away your superior's bad habits!!"

"Before our Lord, all believers are equal, and the strong shall not oppress the weak."

After calming down the weak trolls, Allen changed his expression and looked seriously at the frost giants who were much taller than him.

"...Uh, sorry, sir, it's just a habit."

The frost giant, who was reprimanded mercilessly by Allen, showed no shame or anger. He simply scratched his head and apologized softly before suppressing his aura. This immediately relieved the surrounding frost trolls, who clutched their chests to calm themselves down while looking back and forth between Allen and the frost giant with incredulous eyes.

Most frost trolls have never seen their ruler, as this lazy frost giant spends most of his time holed up in his castle in the crater and rarely ventures out.

However, their leaders and elders had met this frost giant baron several times: in order to squeeze as much money as possible out of these impoverished people, every now and then Hrag would find an excuse to hold a celebration in his castle, and the villages under his jurisdiction would naturally have to bring gifts to congratulate him.

When the frost trolls, led by their leaders and elders, knelt down to submit to the frost giants, most people could guess the frost giants' identities even without being told.

The Baron, whom everyone imagined to be aloof, domineering, and virtually invincible in this region, now appeared so humble, cautious, and timid when facing the Bear Spirit, who seemed much weaker than him. This stark contrast created a powerful emotional storm in the hearts of the many Frost Trolls, who couldn't help but feel more awe, sincerity, and anticipation towards the Spirit and the Food God faith he proclaimed.

"This is Ambatonia, the village chief of Frostbone Village, and his village elders..."

Allen beckoned over the several white-haired trolls and introduced them to each other: "You should have met before, but I believe you don't know that you have all followed the great God of Food, because you have not been loyal to our Lord for long."

"I have called you to Frostbone Village today, partly so that you can recognize each other and take care of one another in the future, and partly so that you can witness with your own eyes what I promise you, taking the opportunity to purify the abyssal aura within the lambs of Frostbone Village."

"what??"

After hearing what Allen said, Herag was slightly surprised. Although he had been mentally prepared when he came to meet Allen, he really did not expect that the other party would so easily show him the dream that he had pursued for countless years.

"Thank you, Lord!!"

However, the frost giant, realizing what had happened, quickly expressed his gratitude to the deity, whom he actually knew very little about, with a look of delight.

The frost trolls, on the other hand, appeared calm, clearly having already learned about the matter from Allen. Their only question was why this frost giant baron seemed so concerned about the upcoming purification ritual, far exceeding the importance the Frostbone villagers placed on it.

In truth, the Frostbone Village people harbored some resistance to the purification ritual. After all, the descriptions of the abyss's aura in their ancient knowledge tended to be positive. The stronger the abyss's aura of the Frost Trolls, the uglier and more ferocious they appeared, yet their individual combat strength improved faster and their potential was far superior to that of ordinary members of their tribe.

According to the divine messenger, the purification ritual will completely purify and eliminate the abyssal aura that has existed in everyone's bodies since they were born. Doesn't this mean erasing a major advantage in terms of individual strength enhancement?
The Abyss World is so cruel and dangerous that without sufficient strength, not only will protecting one's family be difficult, but even one's own survival will be in question.

However, the resolute attitude revealed in the powerful divine messenger's tone left the weak trolls helpless, forcing them to passively comply with the other party's demands.

"Are everything and your partner ready?"

After explaining to Herag, Allen turned to Ambatonia, the powerful village chief with graying white hair, and asked her a question.

"Everything is ready as requested by the adults. The person to undergo the purification ritual this time is my most beloved granddaughter, Nina."

The old troll, head bowed and avoiding Allen's gaze, forced a calm response.

"The children and materials have been sent to that separate, cleaned cave. I have also arranged for two female trolls to guard the cave entrance, ready to obey the adults' orders at any time."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Allen nodded and led the group toward the chosen cave.

Upon entering the cave, what came into view was a massive stove built according to Allen's requirements. On the stove was a cold iron pot with a diameter of over 3 meters, and on top of the pot was a cylindrical prop assembled from wooden pieces. The roaring flames in the stove caused the water filling the pot to gradually evaporate into white mist.

Approaching closer, Hrag, who was much taller, looked down into the pot. Inside the hollow, cylindrical wooden vessel, there was a template with honeycomb-like tiny holes separating it from the water, and a layer of fine white cotton cloth was laid on the template.

Even the frost giant demigod, who considered himself to have seen a lot, was baffled by what he saw. He could only guess at the purpose based on its shape and function, but he could not connect these things with the purification ritual.

Standing beside the stove was a female frost troll, less than 1.5 meters tall and estimated to be only 8 or 9 years old. Dressed in a thin white cotton coat, she was the granddaughter that Ambatonia had mentioned, and one of the children who had shown the most devout and serious faith after being educated by Allen these days.

"Hello teacher."

Nina, whose face was still youthful and whose eyes couldn't hide her fear and nervousness, tried her best to appear calm and sensible as she faced Allen and the others who walked in. This made her quite endearing.

"Little Nina, are you feeling nervous?" Allen reached out and gently patted the little troll's head with her ponytail. At the same time, a low-level divine spell to soothe her mind quietly landed on the girl. The warm aura made the little troll, who had never experienced divine spells before, squint her eyes slightly in comfort.

"Don't be afraid. What your teacher is doing for you now will become a valuable asset for you in the future."

"Yes!! I'm not scared!!"

Reassured by Allen, the troll named Nina nodded heavily.

"Alright, let's begin!!"

Seeing this, Allen, who was always decisive, stopped procrastinating and turned to the few trolls and frost giants who could stay in the cave and gave them a few instructions: "What you need to do later is to help me take care of the fire in this stove and make sure it doesn't go out."

"At the same time, you should also pay attention to the signals I give and follow my instructions when necessary."

"This is not just for you to observe the ceremony, but also to give you the opportunity to experience the grace and power of our Lord up close."

"clear!!"

"Ok."

Hellagur and the trolls nodded quickly.

After giving some instructions, Allen closed his eyes very seriously, using shallow meditation to completely empty his body and adjust it to its best state.

A few minutes later, when Allen opened his eyes again, his dark green pupils had transformed into a brilliant and holy gold. An invisible power emanated from his body. The observers sensed something but could not feel any change, unaware that the space they were in was now enveloped by the power of the God of Food's domain.

“Come on, Nina, go into this steamer now.”

Once everything was ready, Allen spoke to the little girl beside him in a friendly tone.

"Ah."

The obedient little troll immediately wiggled her small body, climbed onto the stove that was almost as tall as her, and then nimbly slipped into the steamer in Allen's mouth, completely ignoring the intense heat brought by the steam rising from the steamer.

"Meditate peacefully, draw upon your innate frost magic to calm the scorching temperature, and forget about everything else."

"Of course, there will be times when you experience numbness, pain, and other symptoms. I hope you can grit your teeth and persevere. If you really can't hold on, you can shout out loud, but you can't leave this steamer, okay?"

A pure white light rippled above Allen's palm, forming a full moon. Then, as Allen instructed Nina, it was sent into the body of the infant troll child. The healing magic would allow the troll to maintain the body's repair for a considerable period of time.

The frost giant demigod watching from a distance immediately became serious upon seeing this scene. That was genuine high-level divine magic radiance, which only a high-ranking priest could unleash.

Having personally fought this goblin before, I am certain that it is a genuine berserker. Although there are many talented and greedy individuals in the world who choose to combine multiple combat professions, such professionals may have obvious advantages in the early stages, but the higher they climb, the more difficult it becomes, especially at the demigod level and above, where there is basically no hope.

However, this bear goblin with the strength of a peak saint not only demonstrated the professional qualities of a top-notch berserker, but also now unleashed divine magic that only high-ranking priests can cast. Therefore, his identity is probably not as simple as he appears.

Recalling his thousands of years of life experience and what he has learned, he has achieved something in two completely different power systems, and even reached the pinnacle in one of them. It seems that only some incarnations of gods or beings walking on the path of gods have such great power.

The frost giant, who already held the bear goblin saint in awe of his overwhelming strength, was secretly glad that he might have made the best choice of his life.

As Nina closed her eyes to begin meditating, Allen swung his palm through the stove, causing the already raging flames to become even more frenzied with the help of the wind. A few minutes later, the soup that had been simmering in the pot for some time was brought to a boil again.

A column of steam, carrying the complex aromas of herbs, food, and spices, rose into the air from the steamer where the little troll sat. Fortunately, the small cave had been ventilated beforehand, so it didn't feel too stuffy or humid.

Allen took out the materials one by one from his dimensional bag and placed them on the cutting board next to the stove, which was already filled with many materials, bottles, and jars. Only when there was not much space left on the cutting board did he carefully check them again. After confirming that everything was in order, he turned his attention back to the little troll in the steamer.

After several minutes of steaming, fine beads of sweat appeared on the face of Nina, the little troll who was in a meditative state. These beads of sweat evaporated due to the hot steam, leaving behind glistening impurities. The sweat, initially transparent, gradually turned a pale reddish hue, and even her damp white cotton clothes were stained, indicating that some kind of change was taking place within the troll's body.

Seeing this, Allen picked up an iron basin from the side, poured in a bottle of oil made from the flesh and blood of demons, and then mixed in unknown powders and magical plant materials, stirring constantly until the substances in the basin were fully blended into a mass of grayish-brown liquid.

A finger swept across Nina's slender body, the sharp air effortlessly cutting through her clothes without harming the little troll in the slightest. Only then did everyone notice the little troll's delicate skin gradually swelling, as if it were melting like ice.

However, at the same time, a pure white magical power surged and flowed within her body, maintaining the little troll's body and repairing her constantly damaged body. This was the high-level divine magic that Allen had previously infused into her.

He scooped up the liquid from the basin with both hands and wrapped it around the little troll's naked body like egg wash. At the same time, a ball of crimson flame ignited in Allen's palms. Pure divine flames traveled with Allen's hands over the little troll's body, gradually dissolving the magic in the liquid into Nina's body.

During the application and kneading process, everyone seemed to have an illusion: the small, thin troll body in Allen's hands seemed to have lost its muscles and bones. With Allen's movements, it would sometimes stretch into a line and sometimes shrink and knead into a ball. If it weren't for the vibrant life force that could still be sensed within Nina, everyone would have thought that she had become an inanimate object.

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