The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1272

After returning to Green Lake City from the border, Allen had no free time. The endless stream of visitors kept him busy, as many of them had sensitive and important identities that required his personal reception.

Feeling utterly fed up, Allen finally resorted to his escape tactic once again, leaving Green Lake City without informing his men of his whereabouts, and finally regained the peace he had been longing for.

"Don't try to get away with this and forget about the magic dish you owe me!!"

On an unnamed snow-capped mountain deep in the Kator Mountains, the dragon Figlas couldn't help but have some complaints about Allen's visit.

Not only did Allen travel far away while I was in hibernation, and he was gone for decades, which made me miss many opportunities to 'extort' a few magical dishes from him, but also because there were more than a dozen powerful neighbors in the snow mountain range where I lived, which made me sleep less soundly.

After finally escaping the Iron Ice Plains, the former Frost Giant Baron and now the head of the Frost Giant family, Herag and his family found a snow mountain range that, while not very large, was perfectly suited for their habitation and settled down without consulting the original master of the snow mountains—the Flame-Devouring Dragon, Figlas.

When the dragon finally came to his senses, he hurriedly returned to his 'territory'. Faced with the menacing gazes of the dozen or so powerful frost giants, no matter how much dissatisfaction he had, he could only swallow his words.

After all, he was still some distance from the level of an ancient dragon, while the frost giant's parent was clearly a being with strength comparable to an ancient dragon. Both races were long-lived and had powerful bodies, so the difference in strength level was a hard standard, and there was no possibility of crossing levels.

Not to mention that he has offspring and family members as helpers, while the dragon Phiglas has disguised himself as various races to seduce beautiful females over the years, but so far he has not been able to leave behind a single trace of dragon hybrid blood, which puzzles the dragon himself.

Working for his best friend's tribe and guarding the front lines, he hasn't received any benefits and his own home has been stolen. Anyone in his shoes would probably have complaints. Therefore, upon seeing the dragon in person, he immediately put on a resentful expression and stared intently at Allen.

When Allen reached for his dimensional device at his waist, pulled out a food box, and tossed it in front of the dragon, the dragon's resentful gaze was instantly replaced by a smug look of triumph.

The dragon, which deftly accepted the food box, radiated a vibrant green light. It then transformed into the familiar face of a goblin bear, and with great interest, prepared to open the food box to see the grade of the dishes that had been given to him this time.

"This time, I'm giving you a masterpiece at the pinnacle of a grandmaster level, just a hair's breadth away from reaching the realm of divine cuisine. It's enough to make up for the few master-level dishes I owed you before."

Allen didn't mind if this rare friend, whom he could treat as an equal and amicable, took advantage of him a little. After all, during his absence from the North, this dragon had been the one to stand guard on the front lines, ensuring that the elven kingdom's saint-level beings did not interfere in the mortal wars.

Although the Temple of Nature was watching them, and the Elven Kingdom did not break the rules they had built together without the gods' permission, no saint-level being would risk offending the Elven Kingdom to support the Northern tribes, for whom they had no vital interests.

The dragon's goodwill toward the North actually stems from his friendship with Allen, something Allen needs to understand correctly.

"Wow! I didn't expect your culinary skills to have improved so much after all these decades! I wonder what kind of insanely delicious dishes you'll prepare!"

Opening the food box, the enticing aroma and lifelike images were intoxicating. Figueres greedily inhaled the sweet, warm fragrance, his mind racing with thoughts as he exclaimed, "But I believe I will definitely see this day! You can't hide this from me anymore!!" "I want to be the sole witness, to witness firsthand the arrival of the world's truly deserving god of cooking!!"

If Figueres knew that this goblin bear before him had already achieved the breakthrough of a divine chef and cooked the world's number one divine dish, he would probably be so angry that his face would turn red, and he would grab Allen by the collar and shake him, loudly questioning him: Why am I not included in such an important matter?!

Allen, naturally, wouldn't spoil the dragon's fun by telling it the truth. Instead, he nodded and agreed to let the dragon be present the next time it cooked a divine dish: "No problem."

"However, you should also keep an eye on the group of frost giants who are your neighbors, and make sure they don't treat adventurers who trespass here too harshly."

Upon receiving Allen's response, the dragon licked its lips and continued to examine the dish in its hands, which resembled a work of art, casually replying, "Don't worry, I know what to do!"

Despite appearing distracted, the dragon clearly understood the deeper meaning in Allen's words and gave him a cryptic response in return.

Before Allen could exchange any more pleasantries with the dragon, the dragon, unable to resist the temptation of the dish it had just acquired, chased Allen off the snow mountain and then began another period of hibernation.

Left with no other choice, Eren turned and headed to the snowy mountain where the Frost Giant Hellagur was located. He could use the excuse of inspecting and showing compassion to the Frost Giant family to give this family, which, although small in number, possessed considerable fighting power and posed a significant threat, a good lesson.

The Frost Giants' patriarch, Herag, had his long-cherished wish fulfilled, and he even received the benefit of a promotion to Saint rank. Having witnessed Eren's amazing and powerful abilities, the Frost Giant Saint was naturally willing to serve Eren.

Although the territory of these snow-capped mountains seemed cramped and small compared to his domain in the Iron Ice Plains, the lush and vibrant scenery at the foot of the mountains was enough to make up for the frost giant's dissatisfaction.

Upon Eren's arrival, the Frost Giant Saint immediately summoned all the Titans in his household, who respectfully followed behind Eren, listening to his admonitions and teachings while also sharing their own needs and discoveries.

After spending a few days on the Frost Titans' territory and purifying the abyssal energy within the last few Frost Titan offspring, Eren had fulfilled his promise to the Frost Titans. From then on, this family of Titans was no longer bound by the abyss and their true names, and could freely roam and explore the world.

Not long after, Allen left the deep mountains and quietly arrived at the sacred land of the Algon and Amansha lizardmen. He met with the high priest who served the lizardman god in the sacred land behind closed doors for many days before quietly leaving again.

It took more than half a month for someone to spot Allen in the Pale Nights' main city of the kobold tribe. His arrival had alerted the kobold saint Leonardo da Vinci, who no longer ventured out, and he personally came out to greet Allen, thus revealing Allen's identity and whereabouts.

No one knows when he left, but since then, the kobold saint Leonardo da Vinci has never seen any guests again, and it is virtually impossible for even the higher-ups in his tribe to see him.

What no one knew was that shortly after meeting with Leonardo da Vinci, Allen had already made his way to the Centaur Plains, not only secretly visiting the Three Centaur Courts but also heading to the holy site of the Centaur Church.

Since his return, Allen seems to have entered a busy phase, appearing in different places every day to meet with different forces or important figures.