The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1256

Over the next two decades, every so often a crimson pillar of light would shine in the core area controlled by the Northern Alliance. Then, powerful tribes from different races, yet all carrying the same strong abyssal aura, would cross distant planes to arrive in the vibrant world of Feynman, joining the Church of the God of Food and the Thorn Ring Alliance.

These tribes are of different races and sizes. There are mixed-race tribes with a total population of nearly one million, as well as single-race tribes with hundreds of thousands of people, such as the Rotten Throat. However, they are basically non-dominant races that exist in the Feynman world.

Although these races have undergone changes in appearance due to long-term exposure to the abyss, there is no reproductive isolation during mating with native branches, and their offspring can still reproduce normally.

The southern provinces of the once-occupied Elven Kingdom were sparsely populated, but with the arrival of these powerful tribes and the settlement of tribes migrating from the Mansa Wilderness, they gradually regained their vitality. The ruins of cities, once desolate after the destruction of war, were also revitalized in the hands of these industrious warriors.

With the addition of these new forces, the Northern Alliance finally gained more confidence and strength in the war against the Elven Kingdom's army on the front lines. Together with the armies of the Dark Elves and the Grey Dwarves, they officially gained a foothold on the southern border of the Elven Kingdom.

The Abyss tribes, which were incorporated by Allen, undoubtedly possessed powerful and skilled warriors, but more importantly, the quality of their elite warriors was astonishing. Excluding legendary-level powerhouses, the number of demigods and above alone reached double digits, including five peak Saint-level beings like Vorosk.

This made Albad, the current leader of the Greenfield tribe, feel both relieved and worried.

Without Allen, a leader of exceptional strength, to oversee things, a mere red dragon that has not yet reached the level of an ancient dragon would find it extremely difficult to suppress these powerful and arrogant top-tier warriors.

Fortunately, when Allen subdued these powerful individuals and their tribes in the Abyss, he had already demonstrated extraordinary strength and intimidated them. Otherwise, given the Abyss natives' reverence for the strong, they would never have willingly revealed Allen's true name and converted their entire tribe to serve under the God of Food.

As Albad paid more attention to these tribes, he gradually realized that these indigenous tribal leaders and people who had traveled from afar also felt awe and fear after witnessing the battles of the Northern Alliance!
Uniform sets of magical armor, well-trained battle formations, and professional legions with reasonable and efficient lineups—these are all things that the abyssal tribes, still in a state of chaotic warfare, lack.

Although the warriors of the Abyss Tribe are individually highly skilled, war is never about individual bravery; it is the concerted efforts of countless ordinary warriors of all classes who can achieve final victory.

In particular, the armies of Feynman's world have developed classes such as knights and paladins with aura skills to target the strong. Even a peak saint like Allen often needs a long time and pays a certain price to defeat a well-prepared and well-matched powerful legion.

The leaders and high-ranking members of the Abyss Tribe were eager to enhance their tribal strength and wanted to learn advanced and rational warfare concepts from the material world, because the land they were currently in was not stable. The powerful Elf Kingdom had always been resentful about the lost territory and was constantly launching counterattacks against this warring land.

Albad seized upon these needs and tailored a contribution system specifically for them, enabling these natives, accustomed to the rules of the Abyss, to voluntarily accept and adapt to the rules and order of the North, quickly integrating them into the Thorn Ring team.

With the powerful external enemy, the Elven Kingdom, present, and coupled with strong internal needs, Albad didn't believe the leaders and high-ranking members of these Abyss tribes wouldn't succumb. As Albad and his companions had predicted, the various migrating tribes adapted relatively well, and under effective management and influence, gradually developed a sense of belonging to the Wilderness and the North.

The price paid by the Northern Territories, or rather the Green Field tribes, was nothing more than the vast lands they occupied but could not develop in time, the sharing of various precious knowledge, and the distribution of magical sets.

The Northern Alliance's deployment on the front lines was more quickly established thanks to Allen's actions. At least with the addition of these new forces, the burden on the various tribes of the North was greatly reduced. Even the two original allies of the North benefited from this, voluntarily ceding some land to the North and the migrating tribes as compensation.

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The North, having expanded its territory to an enormous extent, seems to be heading towards a brighter future. However, Allen, the lord of the North and the goblin bear who was the instigator, is still walking in that vast abyss world full of danger and betrayal, collecting various precious materials while searching for a target that fits his requirements.

The list given to Allen by the Assassins Guild doesn't have many names left that he hasn't contacted yet. For this reason, Allen has ventured into dozens or even hundreds of abyssal layers. Some tribes' ways don't meet Allen's requirements, while others have been rooted in the abyss for too long and their interests are too great, so they haven't been moved by Allen. In fact, over the years, only a very small number of tribes have been persuaded and won over by Allen.

Allen is no longer planning to continue migrating the Abyss natives to the North. What seems like an opportunity to rapidly expand the North often harbors enormous risks.

Firstly, the conditions for opening the flesh altar are not just the input of flesh materials from one side, but the input of a large amount of flesh materials from both sides of the passage. The only difference is that the side that opens the passage inputs more resources, while the side that receives inputs relatively less resources.

Even so, the Northern Alliance had long since exhausted the blood and flesh corpses accumulated from years of fighting, and had even spent money to purchase them from various forces such as the Grey Dwarves, Dark Elves, and Drow.

Secondly, the overall strength of the native tribes that migrated from the Abyss to Feynman's World had reached a peak. Although their absolute strength was still weaker than the Northern Alliance, they were no weaker than the Grey Dwarves and Dark Elves.

These races and tribes, also from the Abyss, were not acquainted with each other before, but their similar experiences made it easy for them to form close alliances. If they cannot be effectively dealt with, they will pose a great threat to the authority of the Northern Kingdom in the occupied territories.

Allen didn't want the Abyss tribes he had painstakingly won over and relocated to end up becoming a risk to the Northern Kingdom's rule. If that happened, his hard-earned personal prestige would not only become a laughing stock, but it would also become an aid for his opponents to overthrow his rule in the North.

Anyway, he had already gained a lot from this trip. He had more than a dozen dimensional bags hanging on his waist, as well as other dimensional equipment of different forms, all of which were Allen's spoils of war over the past few decades.

It's time to transform these resources and materials into the various precious magical items we need.