The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1244

The Yongdong Glacier is entirely white, with only occasional glimpses of reflective patches. These are areas where the snow covering the glacier has been blown away by the fierce winds, revealing the flat, crystalline, and thick ice underneath.

In a place where almost no demonic creatures can survive, a group of trolls dressed in simple, tattered animal skins brave the fierce winds and swirling snow to carve deep ice wells into the icy plains, all in order to break through the thick ice and snow and dig out the scattered food frozen beneath.

Legend has it that this abyss was once a bustling and prosperous world, but after being invaded by demons and pulled into the abyss, the environment changed rapidly, and the entire world was forever covered and eroded by wind and snow.

These hardworking trolls are now searching for the remains of a once-prosperous world, hoping to find something that might be lucky or unlucky enough to be frozen in ice.

Countless years ago, Yongdong Glacier was a vast blue ocean, teeming with life. However, as the seawater froze and the underwater world was isolated, it became a place where no native inhabitants were willing or able to survive.

"The leader is back!!"

A black figure appeared on the horizon, trailing a long white plume of smoke as it rushed towards the trolls' workplace. The troll on guard duty sensed the familiar presence and immediately called out to his companions further away.

Soon, at the boundary between the glacier and a mountain range, several frost trolls, some old and frail, others burly and powerful, emerged from the valley and quickly headed towards the glacier.

The two sides soon met at a glacier site that had been dug up in a mess. The newcomer, whose body was covered in a layer of frost, suddenly shuddered with his fighting spirit, and the sparse frost dispersed, revealing his true form. He was none other than Vorrosk, the leader of the Frost Trolls, who was on his way to meet Allen in Frostbone Village.

"How did the talks go? Does the other party have the capability?"

Before Vorosk could speak, an elderly troll with a wrinkled face and white hair asked a question, his eyes filled with intense expectation and fear, afraid that the news Vorosk brought back would disappoint him.

"It's an opportunity worth looking forward to."

As Vorošek shook off the frost from his body, he answered in a deep voice.

Upon hearing Vorosk's response, the group of trolls beamed with joy, and some even had tears welling up in their eyes, threatening to spill over.

"Don't get too excited yet, things aren't that simple."

Vorosk raised his voice slightly, noticing the peeping eyes of the tribespeople working, and quickly told these out-of-control tribe leaders to calm down.

"Cough cough~~"

"Hmm~"

The trolls were all powerful members of their tribe who had survived for over a hundred years, so their wills were naturally strong. After a short while, they forcibly returned to normal.

What were their demands?

Did they tell you about his background?

"The other party did say that..."

Although they had calmed down, they couldn't suppress the questions in their hearts, and they all continued to ask.

"Let's go back and talk in detail later."

Vorošek understood his companions' feelings, but he didn't want to give the lower-class people too much hope before things were certain.

After returning to their secluded town with several high-ranking members of the tribe, Vorosk recounted in detail the events of his meeting with Allen, which sparked a heated discussion among the increasingly swaggering tribal leaders.

"...According to the knowledge passed down from the older generation, the elves are a naturally long-lived race with exceptional magical talent. They once competed with the giants for dominance in many material planes..."

"...If we go to that so-called Feynman World, we'll have to face the powerful Elven race head-on. With our current strength, I'm afraid..."

"...Hmph!! Staying in this godforsaken place is a slow death, I might as well go to the material world and enjoy myself, let the children see what a warm sun really is, and what it's like to have lush green trees..."

In the vast castle hall, resounding arguments echoed as a crucial matter concerning the future of the entire Rotthroat tribe was being decided by the dozen or so high-ranking trolls within the castle.

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Vorosk's visit was both expected and somewhat unexpected by Allen.

Every target he actively sought out was the result of careful research and understanding. Just to obtain intelligence on these targets from the Assassins' Guild, Allen spent four master-level dishes as payment, ultimately finding only a handful of suitable candidates from a vast and complex pool of options.

After meeting with Vorosk, although the conversation was brief, Allen was already quite confident that the other party would eventually submit to him.

After all, a saintly being who willingly hibernates in this desolate and lonely edge of the icy plains for the sake of his people must put the interests of his people above his own.

Allen deeply understands this, because he himself is such a person.

As the appointed time approached, Allen went out to meet Vorosk again, only to find three other frost trolls instead.

“These are three elders of my clan, and they wish to meet with Lord Lex in person.”

Fearing that Allen might think they harbored ill intentions towards him, Vorosk introduced his three companions before Allen could speak: "This is our clan's Grand Elder, Gram..."

"Praise be to the God of Food, for it brought us together here."

Allen nodded slightly, believing that the other party wouldn't be foolish enough to plot against him, and at the same time, he was full of confidence in his own abilities.

"Lord Lex, we exiled fellows in this treacherous abyss know nothing about the God of Food you speak of. Could you perhaps introduce him to us?"

The white-haired old troll Gram took advantage of Allen's role as a preacher praising the God of Food to inquire about the God of Food's origins and lineage, which could be considered as a way of indirectly finding out the God of Food's allegiance from Allen.

Although the Abyss was sealed off, the trolls still knew about entities like the five pantheons, but they had never heard of this God of Food. "My lord was originally of the bloodline of a goblin bear, rising from humble beginnings, aided by the shepherd who walked and preached on the earth, Father of the Oak..."

Allen was quite frank, slowly revealing the origins of the characters in the God of Cookery Manual. Many of the events described were simply embellished records of Allen's past experiences, so they couldn't really be considered fabrications.

He then explained the Ten Commandments of the God of Food and other related beliefs, both as a way of preaching to the powerful trolls before him and as a way of proving that the God of Food faith was not an evil god. After all, the Ten Commandments of the God of Food, because they were based on the precepts of the righteous gods of the nature pantheon, were more inclined to restrain one's own mind and behavior, rather than the evil god faith that tended towards killing and indulging desires.

The powerful trolls listened attentively, occasionally raising questions to Allen. The more they knew, the fewer doubts they had. By the time Allen had almost finished explaining the contents of the entire book, daylight had arrived.

"...What sacrifices would we need to make if we converted to the Church of the God of Food?"

"...Our Lord is merciful and does not need any material reward from mortal believers. He only hopes that believers can trust in Him with pure hearts and surrender their hearts and souls completely..."

"...If we make contributions, can we receive corresponding inheritance crystals and scriptures from the church...?"

"...That's natural. My authority doesn't stop there. I've also created a unique magical cooking specialty that can transform ordinary ingredients into magical creations, enhancing the lives of those who consume them..."

The more detailed the questions the trolls asked, the more at ease Allen felt. Only trolls who were truly interested would be so careful and attentive. If they seemed too indifferent, Allen would worry that they might have ulterior motives.

The snowflakes fell relentlessly from the sky, yet they could not freeze the thirst for knowledge in the hearts of the trolls in the icy plains. Allen patiently answered their questions, showing exceptional patience.

He was, after all, just one person, while the person he was trying to win over was a powerful tribe with hundreds of thousands of people. Even if Allen revealed his identity in the Mansa Wilderness, which was his home ground, he might not be able to persuade a large tribe like this, let alone in this abyss where everyone was insecure and dared not trust others.

"If—and I mean if—we are willing to submit to His Majesty the God of Food and serve Him devoutly, how long will it take before you fulfill the conditions you promised? Will we need to pay any other price or prepare anything else?"

Two or three days passed in the blink of an eye during the exchange. Whether it was Allen's sincerity that moved the other party or the urgent needs of Vorosk and his group that drove them, Allen finally saw the dawn of victory after Vorosk's series of questions.

“If you truly convert and are willing to follow my Lord, then I will accompany you to your city to perform the baptism ceremony for you. Of course, if you find it difficult, I can also make an idol of my Lord for you to take back to your town.”

"Once my lord senses the devout prayers and faith of most of your tribe members and grants me divine revelation, I will open the flesh altar and lead you to the northern border of the Mansa Wilderness."

"But before that, I need you to tell me your real names truthfully."

“My Lord does not care whether your faith is devout or not, but as my Lord’s shepherd, I will not allow you to harbor ill intentions and try to take advantage of my Lord’s mercy.”

Allen was secretly delighted, but his expression was extremely solemn and serious, and his tone of voice carried a chilling aura.

Upon hearing Allen's request, the expressions of the trolls changed slightly, clearly indicating that the request was rather harsh for them.

As non-natives of the Abyss, the Frost Trolls don't have a particularly strong connection to it. However, through long-term immersion in and use of the Abyss's own magical system, they naturally acquire their own unique true names upon reaching the Legendary level. While the influence of these true names on trolls isn't as significant as that of Abyssal demons and devils, and they can't even restrict the trolls' actions and thoughts, they can at least serve as a medium to exert lasting influence on the true name's owner through curses, seals, and other means.

The reason why the Frost Giants, who are also outsiders, are subject to the phenomenon of their true names is because they received the blessing of 'Iron Ice Immortality' from Koschitch. From that moment on, they were no different from the natives of the Abyss.

Moreover, once a frost giant receives the blessing of 'Iron Icefield Immortality', they will be bound to this abyss for life. If they leave this abyss layer for more than a certain period of time, the immortality effect will immediately disappear and take the frost giant's life.

Unless the Frost Giant can find a way to purify the abyssal energy within his body and get rid of the effects of the Blessing of Immortality, he will not be able to escape the abyss of the Iron Ice Plains.

"...We can tell you the true names of all our clan members who have real names, but we cannot tell you the true name of our clan leader."

After hesitating for a while, Gram exchanged glances with his companions and then spoke firmly to Allen.

“I’m not negotiating with you. This requirement applies to all of you trolls. There are no exceptions.”

Allen was also adamant and would never back down.

Vorosk himself is an outstanding Saint-level peak expert, and the price to pay for taking him away from this abyss is also considerable. Moreover, it may bring hidden dangers to Green Field and the North. Allen cannot leave without some means to deal with the other party, at least to make them have something to fear when they want to rebel in the future.

"Moreover, as long as you all perform well in the future and accumulate enough merits and contributions, you can also seek purification rituals from our Lord. After purifying the abyssal aura within your bodies, this true name will no longer be a hindrance to you."

"Forget it, there's nothing to talk about, let's go back!"

Upon seeing this, Gram immediately stood up and waved his sleeves, shattering the peaceful atmosphere.

For the Festering Throat clan, their Saint-level leader, Vorosk, was their very lifeline, and they absolutely could not afford to lose him. Even though they all knew that telling Allen his real name wouldn't necessarily pose much of a danger to Vorosk, they were unwilling to take the risk.

The fact that Kosch, the frost giant lord who also knew the true name of Vorosk, was still unable to deal with this rebel army is proof of this.

"and many more!!"

Allen stood quietly to the side, watching the trolls' next move. However, the troll leader, Volok, who was in charge, suddenly spoke up, stopping his companion from leaving.

"I can agree to your request."

Vorosk was actually mentally prepared, so he wasn't surprised at all when Allen made the request. If he were in Allen's position, he would have made the same choice.

"leader!!"

"Vorostok!!"

The three troll elders were all moved and tried to dissuade them.

"No need to say anything more, this matter is settled."

For the future of his festering throat, Vorosk was willing to take the risk.