The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1268

An illusory door unfolded from the void of the starry sky. Then, the magical artifact that activated the door slowly shattered into dust after taking effect, drifting away in this boundless and desolate starry world.

Allen lightly lifted his right leg and stepped straight into the portal connecting Feynman's world. Before leaving, he couldn't help but glance back one last time at this seemingly empty world that had nothing to offer.

The moment this portal opened, it meant that Allen's more than seventy years of travel had come to an end. He returned to the goblin on the other side of the portal and would once again become the ruler and guardian of the northern Mansa Wilderness, taking on those heavy responsibilities once more.

Perhaps, from now on, I will never again be able to temporarily set aside my burdens to travel and explore on my own, or toil and work for my own benefit.

The complex emotions swirled in his heart for only a few breaths before the Bear Earth Saint suppressed them deep within, resolutely taking that step without regret.

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The goblin's gaunt figure then disappeared into the deep starry sky, and the door, having completed its mission, slowly dissipated until it vanished completely.

After a moment of mental disorientation, Allen's eyes were illuminated by a ray of bright sunlight, and the fresh, natural air moistened his nasal passages, which had been dry for a long time. Familiar scenes came into view, and the bustling city lights entered his sensitive eardrums.

"Who are you!!"

Just as Allen was about to carefully observe his surroundings, a stern rebuke shattered the tranquility. Several goblin warriors clad in exquisite armor, wielding heavy double-bladed battle axes, surrounded Allen, who had suddenly appeared on the mountaintop plaza of Green Lake City. Their murderous gazes were fixed on him, ready to attack immediately should his answer or action arouse any suspicion.

It wasn't until one of the commanders clearly saw Allen's face that he turned his gaze, with an incredulous expression, to the towering statue of a god in the square, and asked hesitantly, "Is that the clan leader?"

Having not appeared in his tribe for over seventy years, few people have truly seen Allen's face. In fact, because Allen has not appeared in the tribe or the wilderness for so long, there are even rumors that he has perished in another dimension.

Only the goblins of the Greenfield tribe firmly believed that their powerful and invincible chieftain could not possibly meet with any mishap, and that one day he would reappear before the world.

Unexpectedly, this day has actually come. When the bear goblin captain on duty asked the question in a trembling voice, the soldiers around him first turned around in surprise to look at the captain, then rubbed their eyes and fixed their gaze on Allen's furry cheeks. For a moment, their expressions were complicated, and then they began to become excited.

However, they still kept to their duties. The captain gave a wink to one of the team members, who then discreetly left the group and ran towards the city lord's castle at the foot of the mountain.

Allen remained calm and did not answer the goblin captain's question. He simply watched the goblin team members' actions quietly, because he knew very well that even if he gave a positive response, the other party would most likely not let him leave easily unless he used force.

Even among the legendary powerhouses who rose to prominence in the tribe, very few had actually seen Allen, let alone these young members of the tribe!

Allen wondered which of his tribe's children still knew him and were stationed in the city. His thoughts drifted until several auras of legendary powerhouses suddenly rose from below the city and flew rapidly toward the mountaintop plaza.

"Clan leader!!!"

Unexpectedly, among the legendary experts stationed in the city, there was indeed a child who had seen Allen before. He was Shikai, a dwarf goblin assassin who had already advanced to the high-level legendary rank. As soon as he landed, he knelt down on both knees and respectfully bowed to Allen.

Seeing this, the other two legendary powerhouses with unfamiliar faces also knelt down without hesitation. Together with the dozen or so goblin warriors in the square who already had guesses about Allen's identity, there was no one else standing upright in the huge square except for Allen.

"It seems you haven't been slacking off all these years, Shikai. That's great. Keep up the good work and see if you can break through the demigod bottleneck. When that happens, I'll give you a gift I made myself."

Allen sighed. The dwarf goblin's face was showing signs of aging; he too was clearly heading towards death. However, Allen still held hope for the children and couldn't help but offer words of encouragement. "Yes, I will definitely try my best!!"

Although Shikai's repeated failures over the years had extinguished his courage to continue climbing, Allen's encouragement ignited his youthful spirit, leading him to respond resolutely.

"Were these two children also raised within the tribe?"

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Shikai, Allen turned his gaze to the two younger and more energetic goblin legends flanking Shikai and asked them in a warm tone.

"Yes, Chieftain!!"

Upon seeing this, Shikai quickly reported to Allen: "In recent years, the children in the tribe have gained more resources and opportunities, and they often go to the northern battlefield to gain experience, so a group of good talents have grown up."

"This goblin kid, Ulf, is only 47 years old this year and is about to advance to the mid-level legendary berserker. He has always regarded you as his idol and the goal he strives to reach..."

"And this goblin boy Hagra isn't that old either, I think he's 67 this year..."

As Allen listened to Shikai's introduction, he waved for the other goblin warriors beside him to rise and return to their posts. Then, he moved slowly towards the only stone castle building on the mountaintop besides the divine statue.

The castle, which had been vacant for many years, welcomed its owner again. The furnishings inside were just as he remembered. The spotless floors and furniture still bore traces of Allen's past life. For a moment, Allen's emotions were inevitably stirred.

"Where is Elder Kohl? Is she stationed at Namur Fortress? Or has she gone to the northern battlefield?"

After calming himself down a bit, Allen began to inquire about the situation within the tribe. As the spiritual leader of the North, he didn't really need to personally worry about various administrative affairs, but as the Greenfield tribe chief who had never stepped down, Allen still habitually wanted to understand the tribe's general situation.

It wasn't that he coveted power, but rather that this position symbolized the preservation of his genuine feelings and aspirations, and served as a crucial marker of his anchoring to his true self. Only by constantly remembering his identity as the chieftain of the Green Fields tribe could Allen avoid being completely influenced by the forces mixed with the power of faith, and still maintain a clear awareness of his own existence.

"Elder Cole has gone to Mansa City to attend the Alliance Conference on behalf of you, Chief, and the Northern Territory. He should be back soon."

As the elder on duty in Green Lake City, Shikai was naturally aware of the situation of the tribe's high-ranking officials, so he gave Allen a clear answer: "The war between the Alliance and humans has been very intense in recent years, and many tribe members are still filled with various emotions regarding the continuous investment of manpower and resources in the war in the south."

"In recent years, our Northern Territory has been waging war against the Elven Kingdom independently, so we haven't received many tasks from the Alliance. This has caused dissatisfaction among many tribes, and we need Elder Cole, a demigod, to go to Mansa City to support the tribes in the Northern Territory."

"Isn't Davinson going to help with this? I discussed all of this with those old guys back then."

Allen frowned slightly, his expression revealing a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Lord Davinson and his men have put in a good word for us, but Chieftain, you haven't shown your face for so many years, so..."

Some things don't need to be said explicitly; Allen already understands their meaning, his face cold and his thoughts unknown.

Not long after, the city lord of Green Lake, a dozen or so officials, and several commanders came to the mountaintop castle to pay their respects to Lord Allen, the clan chief whom they had only heard of but never met. They gathered in the spacious hall of the castle for a temporary meeting to report to Allen on the development of the tribe and the Thorn Ring organization over the years.