The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1255

Hidden among countless planes, in the southern border of the Elf Kingdom, which is undergoing a baptism of blood and fire, a blood-red pillar of light carrying some kind of evil aura shot into the sky, alarming various forces within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Magna, the high priest of the Church of the God of Food who had occupied the southern provinces of the Elven Kingdom with the Northern Alliance, received a divine oracle from the Great God of Food. He truthfully informed Albad, the commander of the Northern Alliance, of the contents of the oracle. Albad then began to send people to build the flesh altar and activated the altar at the agreed time.

As the magnificent and malevolent pillar of flesh and blood shot into the sky, tearing open a stable dimensional portal, orderly rows of frost troll warriors followed the portal into the vibrant material world.

The soldiers of the Northern Alliance stationed around the altar sensed the intense abyssal aura emanating from the trolls that had crossed dimensions. Their faces were grim and wary, but none dared to make a move until their commander gave the order.

Although the frost trolls' facial features are mostly similar to those of the native trolls, the grotesque bone spurs protruding from their elbows and shoulders, as well as the tumors and birthmarks on their faces and foreheads, make these trolls seem quite out of place.

Everyone was inevitably puzzled: why would the commander suddenly summon such a strange race imbued with the abyss's aura? What was their purpose...?

As a dozen frost giants, each 5-6 meters tall, struggled to emerge from the dimensional portal, the Northern soldiers were on high alert. However, their commander remained silent and calm, observing the scene without offering any explanation.

The last frost troll barely managed to break free and emerge from the passage. The materials prepared for the flesh altar were all reduced to ashes by the arrival of the enemy. Without orders to continue feeding corpses into the altar, the soldiers guarding it gradually fell silent as it lost its energy source. The crimson pillar of light that had shone for half a day finally dissipated.

"Welcome, friends who have come from afar."

With his keen senses and sharp eyesight, Albad went straight to the last Frost Troll powerhouse who had crossed the dimensional portal, wearing a polite smile and gesturing to greet him.

“I am Albad of the Greenfields, commander of the Northern Alliance.”

"Hello, I am Volokk, the leader of the Frost Troll tribe of the Rotting Throat. Here is a letter that the messenger of Lex asked me to deliver to you."

The Saint-level expert, Vorosk, first scanned the bustling world filled with green, yellow, and other colors with his eyes. After greedily inhaling a breath of fresh air brimming with vitality, he suppressed his excitement and solemnly faced the master of this place, handing over a thick letter.

While divine pronouncements are highly immediate, they can only carry a limited amount of information and may be distorted or unclear during transmission. Therefore, except in necessary emergencies, normal communication methods are more accurate in other situations.

Not every priest serving the God of Food can sense Allen's will as clearly as Zeran did, and communicate with him normally. Only those whose mental frequency resonates with Allen's and whose faith is strong enough can achieve this.

Upon hearing the name Lex, Albad was slightly taken aback, but he quickly realized that this must be the alias the clan leader used during his travels. He smiled and took the letter from the other party. The dwarf goblin archmage, who had just advanced to demigod status, did not read the letter immediately.

"I have already arranged for a batch of scarce supplies for you. However, I would like to ask you to make do with living in simple tents for a few days. We need to discuss the next settlement for your tribe before we can determine your next destination."

"I understand, thank you for your help."

Vorosk nodded slightly, not surprised. His group numbered over 300,000, which would be a force to be reckoned with in any region. A letter might not be enough to dispel the local forces' suspicions.

What Vorosk didn't know was that the so-called divine messenger who wrote him letters and introduced his tribe to settle in the North actually had another identity: the strongest man in the North and the leader followed by all the tribes of the North.

Allen's words and decisions were like divine pronouncements throughout the North, and no tribe or power dared to oppose or question them. "I am Herag the Frost Giant, Iceskull, a devout follower of His Majesty the God of Food and the first believer herded by His Majesty Lex the Divine Messenger in the Iron Ice Abyss."

Seemingly feeling neglected, the former Frost Giant Baron, who had shrunk to a fraction of his former size and now had only a dozen or so of his own bloodline as subordinates, also took the initiative to walk up to the short Albard and introduced himself in a hoarse and arrogant voice.

After a brief observation, in addition to confirming that this vibrant world did indeed belong to the material world, the frost giant also discovered that among the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the camp before him, the only powerful being with an aura of demigod or higher seemed to be the dwarf goblin in front of him, and as for saint-level beings, he had not seen them at all.

This gave the frost giants, who revered the strong, some other thoughts. However, with his good friend, a peak Saint, present, Vorosk couldn't be too arrogant, but he was still prepared to try to test the waters.

"Dwarf goblins, I'll give you a few days to prepare a huge castle for us, and also prepare a group of obedient and sensible beautiful females as our servants and slaves."

"Furthermore, the castles where we frost giants live should ideally be constructed primarily of gold and silver..."

Just as Herag began to critically present his demands to Albard, two powerful auras suddenly approached them rapidly from the distant sky, while another powerful aura was also rapidly approaching from another direction. Each aura was extremely solemn and profound, clearly comparable to a Saint-level being.

Sensing all this, the frost giant's tone softened slightly, and his demands became more normal.

"We've heard that a wanderer from the abyss has returned to the material world and joined our alliance. Albad, won't you introduce him to us?"

Two figures, one tall and one short, slowly descended. The melodious voices that reached everyone's ears conjured up a beautiful image in their minds. Then, upon seeing the voice's owner's face, which was considered beautiful by the standards of all races, both the frost giant and the frost troll Volok couldn't help but glance at the taller guest a few more times.

Another short, stocky dwarf with a full head of red beard was briefly ignored by the guests from the abyss.

Until the last powerful aura of the owner swept across the sky with a gale, enveloping everyone present under its enormous shadow, after circling for a while, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the entity slowly descended and transformed into the appearance of a bear goblin.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that Eren would even subdue a Frost Titan now!!"

Figlas, who is about to ascend to the Ancient Dragon level, was tempted by several master-level magical dishes from Allen. Over the years, he has been roaming and playing on the front lines, sometimes transforming into a wild native warrior to infiltrate the battlefield and find joy in battle, and sometimes changing his profession to raid the supply lines of the Elf Kingdom. He lives a very enjoyable life.

If it weren't for sensing the powerful magical aura of the flesh altar suddenly appearing at the Northern Alliance's headquarters, Figlas wouldn't have bothered to come over. However, thinking of the dishes Allen had promised, the lazy and dissolute dragon still dutifully came over.

Unexpectedly, they encountered this group of long-lived species that were also giant creatures.

Dragons, grey dwarves, drow...

The two saints, Herag and Vorosk, were equally surprised to arrive. The three powerful beings before them were of different races, all creatures that only existed in legends. It was no coincidence that they had appeared on this land at the same time.

With different feelings and thoughts, the powerful figures got to know each other through the enthusiastic introductions of the dwarf archmage.