The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1241

“Recite the ten commandments of the God of Food that I taught you.”

Allen continued to stay in Frostbone Village, spending his days with a dozen or so children of all ages, teaching them to read and spreading the faith and precepts of the God of Food.

"Commandment One: Do not waste food. All things originate from the gifts of nature. To discard food is to discard the flesh and blood of God..."

"Second commandment: Do not enjoy delicacies alone. Those who eat alone fall into the abyss of selfishness, while those who share them ascend to a state of joy..."

"The third precept: One must not go against the natural cycle; when one takes food, one must repay the debt; when one kills, one must raise the young..."

"..."

The clear, childlike voices drifted through the cave hall, radiating a warm glow of fluorite. The adult frost trolls, going about their business throughout the cave, were constantly influenced by these voices, inevitably accepting the precepts of the God of Food.

Allen smiled in response, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. These children, led by Nina, had fully accepted the God of Food faith, and wisps of faith were constantly drifting and gathering into the newly erected God of Food sculpture in the hall.

"My Lord, I have contacted the largest frost troll village in the southwest—Toothmooth Village—and delivered the gift you prepared for them. After seeing the token given by Lord Herag, their village chief, Snog the Severed Limb, expressed his willingness to lead the entire village to worship the great God of Food, and will soon bring the village elders to listen to your teachings."

"And the clansmen sent to contact Bingqiao Village in the west have also brought back news..."

"Very well done."

Subduing the local lord Herag was essentially equivalent to subduing the villages within his territory. Using the intimacy token, which proved Herag's stance, to travel among the surrounding frost troll villages, he quickly gained the support of the village chiefs.

Although Horace's territory is remote and produces little, it is vast enough that its scattered frost troll subjects number over ten thousand. And this doesn't even include the demon settlements within the territory; these people, while also under Horace's rule, are not the kind of followers Allen seeks.

Of course, these mere tens of thousands of believers were just an appetizer for Allen's trip. The real target didn't appear until more than a month later, on a cold, snowy night, suddenly appearing near Frostbone Village where Allen was located.

"Village Chief!! Your Excellency!!!"

A troll guard who was stationed at the entrance to the village cave rushed in, carrying a piece of parchment in his hand and shouting as he ran.

"An unknown intruder just threw a piece of parchment through the village entrance passage with a javelin!!!"

For a powerful being like Allen, sleeping was no longer the best option for restoring his condition and spirit. The bear goblin saint, who was in a shallow meditation with his eyes closed, immediately opened his eyes upon hearing the noise. Then, his figure flashed and appeared in the huge cave hall, where he quickly met up with the troll warriors rushing towards him.

The troll warrior handed Allen a piece of animal hide with several lines of common writing on it. Allen opened his tiger eyes and scanned it twice before understanding what was written on it. At this moment, the troll village chief, Ambatonia, hurriedly put on an animal hide garment and walked quickly out of his sleeping cave.

"Sir, is there something wrong?"

Ambatonia looked confused, but still asked seriously.

"It's nothing, someone just wants to see me, so I'm going out to check it out."

Allen put away the animal hide and replied calmly.

"Then I'll send someone to accompany you."

"No need, you all take good care of the village yourselves."

Allen unleashed his "Smoky Steps," and with a gust of wind, his figure vanished before their very eyes.

Upon exiting the cave passage, they were greeted by a flurry of heavy snowfall. However, for someone of Allen's level, even without mobilizing his internal energy, his physical body alone was sufficient to withstand the natural cold.

During his time in Frostbone Village, Allen rarely left the cave, but he had a basic grasp of the surrounding geography. Following the location written on the animal hide, Allen saw the huge iceberg that branched into several forks in less than half an hour.

The mountaintop in the very center should have been a sharp, straight cone, but now the cone has disappeared, replaced by a flat, mirror-like platform covering hundreds of square meters.

A towering figure stood on the high platform, braving the biting wind. The fierce gale, upon reaching him, transformed into docile lambs, silently darting past on either side. Thump!
Allen leaped into the air, using only his physical strength to soar over 300 meters high, landing precisely on the man-made observation platform.

"Hello, distinguished passenger from another dimension."

The other person was a head taller than Allen, but his shoulders were almost a fist shorter. His slightly hunched back did not conceal his imposing and domineering aura. He showed no surprise at Allen's arrival and spoke with a powerful and domineering voice.

"I heard you wanted to see me."

"Yes, Chief Vorosk."

Allen responded calmly and indifferently, completely ignoring the oppressive aura of the other party that seemed to tangibly belong to someone in a superior position.

"Can you tell me your origins, you bear-earth sage?"

The Frost Troll leader, Vorosk, slowly raised his head, revealing his majestic face. His gaze lingered on Allen's face for a good dozen breaths before he spoke, word by word.

"Lex Greenfield, a shepherd from a distant plane called Feynman World, a disciple of the Great God of Food, greets you."

Allen also spoke clearly and frankly about his background, his tone sincere and polite.

Why do you want to see me?

Vorosk pondered for a moment, finding the existence of this Feynman world quite unfamiliar, and he had no recollection of the God of Food that Feynman had mentioned.

"I wish to proclaim the divine might of our Lord to Chief Vorosk and to the Frost Trolls who follow you, and to deliver you from eternal suffering."

Allen smiled, his expression carrying a hint of madness; anyone who saw him would think he was an absolute fanatic.

"No need. We, the Frost Throat, are a branch of Frost Trolls and never worship evil gods. Although it may be offensive, I still want to say that I have never heard of the God of Food you mentioned."

Vorosk's expression was indifferent, as if he had already guessed Allen's purpose.

"Haha~~~"

Allen sneered, then said sarcastically, "Then I dare ask, which deity does your people currently serve? Has He answered your prayers and led you out of calamity?"

After pausing for a few breaths, and seeing that Vorosk remained silent and did not offer any explanation, Allen spoke again: "At least our Lord is willing to give you a chance: to continue to wallow in this treacherous abyss, or to serve our Lord and go to the material world to be reborn."

Why should I believe you?

His dignified gaze nearly clashed with Allen's, and after a long silence, Vorosk slowly spoke.

"I have a way to lead your hundreds of thousands of people out of this cold and barren abyss."

Allen replied confidently.

"A flesh and blood altar??"

Vorošek pressed for an answer.

"..."

Allen didn't answer, but his expression said it all.

"Then I'll kill you now, and this precious teleportation device can also change its owner!!"

A fierce glint flashed in Vorosk's eyes, and he suddenly launched an attack, a dazzling silver light swiftly piercing towards Allen, the bear goblin who stood only a dozen meters away from him.