The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1243

Throughout his more than a thousand years of life, Vorošek had dealt with countless figures and powerful figures, but never before had he been so utterly unable to discern the truth or falsehood in the other party's words as he was now.

From a rational perspective, what the other party said was logically clear and without flaws. The struggle between the divine factions was no more peaceful than the battles in the abyss. It was not impossible for five major divine factions to appear simultaneously in a plane world.

But from an emotional perspective, Vorošek felt that all of this was too wonderful, as if it were a bright path tailor-made for him and his people.

"From what you're saying, Lord Lex, if my people and I convert to the God of Food, you will not only help us escape the abyss, but also provide us with a place to settle and multiply?"

"Yes."

Faced with Vorosk's questioning, Allen showed no sign of guilt, because that was exactly what he wanted to achieve by finding him: "But you also have to shoulder the heavy responsibility of fighting against the Elf Kingdom on the front lines."

"I'll tell you a fact objectively: the Elf Kingdom has a population of over 5 million. If you agree to my conditions and settle and guard the occupied territory, the difficulties you will face may not be any less than they are now, and you may even face the danger of extinction."

"The Elven Kingdom has existed for tens of thousands of years and has never had any other race as a vassal, unless one becomes their slave. So don't even think about agreeing to my proposal now and then turning against me and joining the elves after I take you back to Feynman World."

"Of course, our Lord's followers will also help you gain a foothold..."

Although Allen's main purpose in venturing into the abyss was for his own sake, the Bear Goblin Saint, who regarded the Green Field Tribe as his own legacy, was still worried about the tribe's plight and couldn't help but think about relieving some of the pressure on Albard and the other children and solving some problems.

Through the scattered intelligence gathered by the divine consciousness when receiving prayers from believers in the sea of ​​consciousness, Allen was able to roughly understand the current situation in the North: after occupying several southern provinces, the Northern Allied Forces that had invaded the Elven Kingdom were now embroiled in a counter-offensive against the newly formed legion of the Elven Kingdom.

Fortunately, the armies of the Grey Dwarves and Dark Elves shared the burden, allowing the Northern Alliance to maintain the fighting on the front lines for at least a short period of time.

However, the dwarf kingdom's army, which had been sharing the main burden of the elven kingdom's army, was now showing signs of collapse again due to the morale blow from the re-escaping of a gray dwarf faction. In order to stabilize morale and consolidate the warring states, the dwarf leadership had begun to reduce its offensive and defensive posture, giving the elven kingdom's eastern army a chance to escape.

When the North initially launched its invasion, it had anticipated this, so it wasn't entirely unprepared. However, Allen, as the person in charge of all decision-making in the North, was equally aware that their greatest predicament lay in the enormous disparity in size between the two sides and the resulting gap in war potential.

Even if they gained the upper hand in the early stages of the war, if they could not convert the gains into their own strength in time, then once the Elven Kingdom had readjusted, the Northern Territory would inevitably have to pay a long and heavy price to protect its vested interests.

This was precisely what Allen and Albad were most worried about when they devised their plan.

The North is still too weak. Although it has made great progress since Allen took power and led the North, it still takes time for the tribes and warriors to grow and become stronger. Even if they occupy more territory, they still need to spend time and energy to manage it before it can be transformed into the strength of the North.

Unless new forces are brought in from outside to join the fight against the Elf Kingdom, the future sacrifices and pressures in the North will be much less.

Having the strength and confidence to confront the behemoth that is the Elf Kingdom, why would they be willing to get involved in this mess?

When Allen arrived at the abyss and saw the familiar faces of the wild races within, his eyes lit up, and his thoughts, which were mired in helplessness and powerlessness, found a direction.

Leveraging the powerful network of the Assassins' Guild, Allen targeted the Frost Troll Volosk and his fairly large tribe as one of his beneficiaries. As a branch of the troll race, the Frost Trolls shared a similar fate with the goblins: they had no gods of their own, not even the gnoll king Yenogu, the evil god worshipped by most gnolls.

This means that in this world where gods reign supreme, the trolls often waver between various faiths, yet become victims of calamities due to their wavering faith or discrimination from the gods they worship.

A lack of firm faith, from another perspective, may not necessarily be a bad thing. This means that it is easier for trolls to switch their gods, which naturally makes it easier for preachers to promote their own beliefs in the gods they serve.

"...This matter is of great importance. Please allow me to return and discuss it with the elders of my clan. I will return here late at night two weeks from today to give Lord Lex a definite answer."

Vorosk's direct conversation earned Allen's candor. After carefully listening to Allen's account of the many dangers of migrating to the northern border of the Mansa Wilderness, the Frost Troll Saint felt a sense of peace in his heart.

All that the other party said can be summarized in one sentence: If you want a place to live and make a living, you have to fight for it with your life.

This is actually no different from their current situation, but it has one more thing that Vorosk has been pursuing for his people—hope.

No matter how harsh and dangerous the Feynman World that the goblin spoke of was, at least the native races still had various ways out and choices; otherwise, they wouldn't have launched a counterattack against the powerful elven kingdom as the goblin described.

However, in the deep abyss of the Iron Ice Plains, the Frost Trolls of Volok are constantly enacting cruel and tragic scenes in order to ensure the survival and continuation of their race.

For the sake of the clan's survival, elderly trolls would voluntarily form small groups and quietly leave their caves in the dead of night. They would take up simple weapons and stab each other in vital areas, just so as not to burden their clan and offspring. They would also leave their bodies behind to provide food for their clan.

Newborn troll cubs, if found to have any defects that would affect their future development, would be painfully killed in their swaddling clothes by their parents, simply because their chances of survival were lower than those of normal children.

After each battle, if severely wounded warriors lacked high-level divine magic to heal them, they would rather give up their own lives than burden their comrades with their broken bodies.

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All these sacrifices ultimately allowed the Rotting Throat Clan to take root and survive on the edge of this treacherous and barren ice field. However, even with such tenacious efforts to survive, the clan's population was still inevitably declining little by little.

When they first rebelled against the frost giants' lord Koschich, the frost troll race numbered nearly a million. After a long and arduous journey of escape and battles, they finally found their current home, and their population still numbered over 500,000.

However, after more than a thousand years of reproduction and growth, their population has not only failed to increase, but has actually declined. In the most recent census, the entire Rotten Throat tribe has reached a population of 400,000.

The only good news is that, apart from a few underage children, the remaining tribesmen are all powerful warriors who can raise a massive army of over 20 at any time.

Although this army was poorly equipped and lacked extensive combat skills, it was still not one that ordinary forces could afford to provoke.

"Okay, I'll wait here for your good news."

Volok's response was exactly what Allen had expected. Allen was even quite confident that the other party might agree to his request, thanks to the intelligence support provided by the Assassin Guild. Otherwise, Allen would not have come alone.