The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1271

After a series of admonitions and performances, there were several days of social banquets. The Elf Kingdom's army seemed to know of Allen's arrival and did not launch an attack at this time, which gave both sides a rare opportunity to rest and recuperate.

After in-depth exchanges with the leaders of various forces, including the North, the Dark Elves, and the Grey Dwarves, the castle gates of the Northern Allied Forces Command could finally be closed.

"...The Church of the God of Food currently has 217 million registered believers, and the unregistered members who migrated from the Abyss Plane, completed town construction, and live independently but have not yet been incorporated into the church system have not yet been counted..."

"The church currently has 4 bishops of legendary rank or above, 176 high priests, 3789 mid-level priests, and more than 1 lower-level priests and clergy..."

The members seated at the long conference table were the seven most important and core members of the Greenfield Tribe on the border battlefield. The one reporting to Allen on the situation of the Church of the God of Food was not Albard, the head of the church, but Magna, a priest-bishop who had risen through the ranks via the clerical system and was the head of the Northern Alliance's priestly corps.

"I apologize, Patriarch. As the head of the church, I have been away for extended periods and have rarely attended to church affairs, which has resulted in slow progress in the church's evangelism and development..."

After Magna finished reporting, Albad stood up and apologized to Allen.

As the tribe's strategist, he was well aware of what the church meant to Allen and the Green Fields tribe. Although the number of believers in the church in the North was comparable to other major churches such as the Oak Church, the Ranger Church, and the Church of Nature, the overall strength and foundation of the Church of the God of Food was still too weak.

Especially now that the population of the North is growing rapidly, with tens of millions of believers but only two million, the Church of the God of Food, which has a natural advantage as the host, is indeed lagging behind.

"It's not your problem."

Allen was well aware of the key points. Everything in the Church of the God of Food was progressing through trial and error. Whether it was the church's scriptures and teachings or its promotion system, they were all taboo in this world, and it was very difficult to find relevant texts.

Referring to the organizational models of other churches in the natural pantheon, the Church of the God of Food can only support a general framework. The flesh and blood beneath that framework must be learned from the failures by the church's clergy.

In addition, Albad holds multiple positions, and even a goblin with his iron will has limited energy. Naturally, he will neglect one thing for another and will not be able to fully control everything.

From this perspective, the problem actually lies with Allen. He placed too much responsibility on Albad, the only younger generation he could trust in terms of wisdom.

In fact, given the Green Fields tribe's emphasis and investment in education over the years, it's impossible that no outstanding talents have emerged to take over or share the responsibilities of Albad, allowing the tribe to achieve better development.

However, in Allen's subconscious, he still held the idea of ​​supporting the main branch of the bear goblins and suppressing the more intelligent dwarf goblin branch, and put it into action, which led to the current situation.

The astute Albad guessed Allen's thoughts, and he could indeed understand Allen's somewhat discriminatory attitude. After all, in this wilderness world, strength reigns supreme. While the dwarf goblins were indeed far superior to the bear goblins and large goblins in terms of learning, their talent in combat was rather weak, making them unable to shoulder the heavy burden of tribal defense and deterrence. Compared to the rapid development within the tribe, ensuring that the tribe's interests were not violated or coveted by others was actually more important in the wilderness.

Influenced by Allen and understanding his intentions, and in order to ensure that the dwarf goblins could live and thrive in the Greenfield tribe for a long time, and not be feared by the main bear goblins, Albad tended to favor the bear goblins and the great goblins in his daily promotions.

"The border battlefield is basically at a stalemate. With the strength of our northern tribes, we have already reached the limit of our current territory. We have neither the ability nor the need to continue to expand. Therefore, you can entrust the military affairs on the border battlefield to your trusted commanders and promote someone who can succeed you as your deputy to take charge of the front-line affairs in your place."

“From now on, you should still focus on the Church of the God of Food. I hope that within twenty years, the number of church believers will reach five million, with devout believers accounting for at least 5%.”

Allen thought for a moment, then offered some earnest advice.

Upon hearing this, Albad's eyes instantly lit up with surprise and admiration. In the past few years, although Allen had paid attention to the development of the church, he had not interfered too much in its affairs. However, after Allen's return from his more than 70-year journey, he suddenly put his focus on the church and the development of believers, the implications of which were self-evident.

What a deity of goblin blood means to the goblin race is something the wise Albad understands perfectly. Although as a magician dwarf goblin, he does not believe in or follow any deity except for the truth of magic itself, Albad is also a goblin by blood. He hopes that his descendants can live freely and peacefully in this world forever.

Over the years, he had worked diligently and conscientiously within his tribe, never uttering a complaint even when various events delayed his pursuit of magic. This was certainly due to the kindness and nurturing he received from Allen and the tribe, but it was also because he saw in Allen the hope for the future rise of the goblin race.

Albad, who believed that his talent and personality were no less than those of other geniuses, firmly believed that the chieftain Allen, whom he followed, was the brightest new star in the world, the hope of the entire goblin race, and even the savior of the wilderness.

Allen's words further solidified Albad's resolve. He immediately stood up and faced Allen with an extremely serious expression, saying, "Please rest assured, Chieftain, within twenty years I will definitely make the Church of the God of Food the largest church in the North, with more than five million followers!!"

The other high-ranking members of the Greenfield tribe, such as Magna, were slightly surprised. Wasn't it perfectly normal for the chieftain to assign Elder Albad a task? Why was the elder reacting so strongly?

Could there be some other meaning behind this mission?

Several Greenfield executives fell into deep thought, while Allen, who issued the mission, admired Albad's intelligence but didn't think to explain it to the children.

After all, the fewer people who know the purpose behind this mission, the more beneficial it will be for Allen and the North.

Everything was being planned in full swing. Apart from sending envoys to greet Allen and invite him to visit, the various forces connected with the North did not take any other action regarding Allen's appearance.