The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1270

"Chieftain, what brings you to the front lines?"

Albard, the Allied Commander, had been planning to make arrangements for the frontline battle after hearing of Allen's return before reporting back to him. However, he was surprised to be greeted by Allen's personal arrival at the frontline. The dwarf commander was slightly taken aback, but he quickly composed himself and went to greet him.

"Aren't you welcoming me to the front lines for inspection?"

Allen glanced at his dwarf junior, whose appearance was somewhat disheveled and who clearly hadn't had time to groom himself, and made a slight sarcastic remark.

"How could we not welcome them?! It would be an honor for the entire Allied Forces!!"

Albad hurriedly defended himself, and the leaders of various races following behind him nodded in agreement. Thanks to the Green Fields' open education system and the blessing of magical cooking, the number of legendary-level powerhouses promoted in the North has increased dramatically in recent years, which has also greatly improved the quality of the allied commanders. Almost all of them are mid-level or higher legendary powerhouses.

The commanders, who had experienced the baptism of war, were usually arrogant, confident, and decisive in their killings. However, in front of the seemingly ordinary bear goblin Allen, they were all unusually nervous and reserved.

Everyone grew up listening to the stories of this legendary figure, and most people even regard Allen as their idol and a goal to be followed. Now, even if the person in real life seems very kind and approachable, no one would dare to put on airs or act recklessly in front of him.

"Divine messenger... Lord Allen!!!"

The powerful native tribes who had been recruited by Allen from different levels of the abyss and migrated to Feynman's world were now serving in the army. The leader, the Frost Troll Saint-level Voroch, exchanged complex glances with Allen.

His appearance as a saint in the army can be seen as making up for the absence of saint-level beings in the Northern Alliance when Allen was away on his travels. It is also a responsibility that the Rotten Throat tribe, as a member of the Northern Territory, should bear.

Having migrated to Feynman's world for decades, enjoying and adapting to natural and social rules completely different from those of the Abyss, Vorosk is both grateful for the choice he and his tribe made, and at the same time, as he gradually learns about the true situation in the North, some other thoughts begin to emerge.

Especially when tribes from other abyssal layers migrated and joined the Northern Frontier, but due to the changes in the rules, they naturally carried a certain distance from the various tribes of the Northern Frontier, the abyssal tribes who banded together for warmth, although they also had their own calculations against each other, were still much closer than the tribes of the Northern Frontier.

Under such circumstances, someone like Vorosk, who dared to lead his people against the Abyss Lords even in the Abyss Layer, would naturally be unwilling to submit to others.

After all, Allen's true identity and background are gradually being revealed, and the true nature of the God of Food is not hard to guess. In addition, with the efforts of other churches in the natural pantheon to win him over, it seems only natural that other thoughts would arise.

When his eyes met Allen's, the proud Vorosk had no intention of bowing down to him. However, after staring at him for nearly half a minute, whether it was because he was in the wrong or because Allen was too strong, Vorosk finally lowered his head slightly and stopped looking directly at Allen.

"I'm sorry, but when I was traveling in the Abyss, I used the alias Lex to avoid unnecessary trouble. It wasn't my intention to deceive you."

Having temporarily suppressed the arrogance of the Frost Troll leader, Allen appeared to be apologizing for his actions, but in reality, he was still reminding these guys of their agreement with him: "However, everyone, please rest assured that the pact I made with you in the Abyss is equally valid."

"Albad, have the settlements of these friends from the Abyss been properly arranged?"

"Chief, rest assured, after receiving your letter, no one dared to neglect these allies who came from afar. Their tribes were immediately settled in a very safe place." Upon hearing Allen's question, Albad replied in a deep voice, emphasizing the words "very safe."

The settlements of these Abyssal tribes are not exactly safe. They are adjacent to several important military outposts of the Northern Alliance. Their proximity to the front lines means that they have to commit a large number of manpower to the Alliance to fight against the Elves. At the same time, they also have to rely on the support from the North to obtain the resources for construction and development.

If the other side engages in any misconduct, the well-trained Northern Allied Forces can immediately launch a crackdown.

Compared to the style of individual combat that emphasizes the essence of combat in the Abyss, the large-scale group combat system in Feynman's world can ignore the differences in individual strength of strong individuals, and at the same time, it can crush irregular legion warrior groups.

At least in terms of legion organization and war strategy, the Thorn Ring still holds back on the knowledge of the tribes migrating from the Abyss, and has not yet allowed warriors from these tribes to come into contact with the professional system of knights, paladins, and unbelievers.

"We are quite satisfied with Commander Albay's arrangements."

Vorosk could easily understand the warning in the dwarf demigod's words, which was a major reason why he finally bowed his head in defeat when faced with Allen's oppressive gaze.

"I'm glad you're satisfied. This means I've fulfilled my promise to everyone! I also hope that in the future, we can not only live in peace but also work together to fight our common and powerful enemy—the Elf Kingdom."

“If we cannot defeat the Elven Kingdom’s army, the homeland that our Northern Alliance has conquered will inevitably fall back into enemy hands, and the land where you live and thrive will become their spoils of war, and your people will be displaced.”

"On this issue, apart from us in the North, the Dark Elves, and the Greys who share your vital interests, no other force can truly empathize with you and be willing to do everything in their power to help you."

"So don't be swayed by the sweet talk of certain powerful brokers; they can't help you!! And don't fantasize that those arrogant elves will pity you or accept you as one of them!!"

Knowing that the troll and the other newly joined tribes had other plans, Allen spoke very frankly, believing that they could understand the implications of his words: "The tribes of the North know my character very well. I treat my new companions and comrades with utmost sincerity and trust, and I will always keep my promises. But at the same time, those who betray me and their forces will never be able to gain my trust again."

"I see!!"

Since the other party had made such a statement, how could Vorosk and the powerful figures around him not give a positive and firm response: "Since our clan was rescued from the abyss by Your Excellency, we have sworn an oath to His Majesty the God of Food to forever listen to the teachings of the Church of the God of Food and serve under His Majesty the God of Food."

"Although we were born from the Abyss, we have always fought against and challenged the rules of the Abyss, and we would never do anything to break our oath!!"

"Our brothers from all the tribes in the North treat us like brothers and sisters. Although we have nothing to offer in terms of material things to express our gratitude, our warriors fight alongside their comrades in the North with their hot blood and flesh on the battlefield, without the slightest cowardice or retreat."

"Our friendship and alliance will surely endure and remain unaffected by any external forces!!!"

Hearing the other party's resounding response, Allen's face broke into a bold and generous smile as he sincerely offered his best wishes: "May the great God of Food bless our allied army with victory in every battle, and may our entire race prosper and flourish!!"

"Must win!!!"