The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1285

Some goblin strategists believe that the existence of a saint-level being outside their tribe poses a significant threat to their rule.

However, Allen did not think so, because he believed that the allies he had cultivated would not betray him and the North, and he was even more confident that he could deter Eric and his Templars from any ill intentions.

What Allen and the North will receive, however, is a saint with incredibly powerful domain abilities, and the faithless professional training system he created.

The combination of the Unbeliever's Domain and the Knight's Domain makes it possible for mortal armies to successfully kill legendary and above powerhouses head-on. An anti-air domain is enough to make the greatest advantage of legendary and above powerhouses against armies disappear. Powerhouses who can only fight on the ground, no matter how strong, are actually only capable of fighting alone with their bare hands. With the advantage of the legion's scale of tens of thousands, it is not difficult to surround and intercept them by a team that empowers elite squads.

Keeping Eric and Tandin around would, in the long run, be far more beneficial to the North and the Greenfields than they would be.

After reading the fresh intelligence provided by Snag, Allen, who had been on vacation for more than ten days, finally stopped hiding his face and identity, revealed his true appearance, pushed open the door of the inn room he had randomly found, and strode straight to the front desk to check out.

On the way back to the mountaintop castle, some people must have noticed Allen's identity, but Allen, who didn't care, ignored the prying eyes and didn't come out after entering the castle. It wasn't until the day of the cooking competition finals held in the God of Food Plaza that he flew directly to the high throne that had been set up early but had been empty.

"Clan leader!!!"

"Chief Allen!!!"

The spacious stands erected around the square were already filled with countless spectators, who were about to witness the champion of the once-in-a-decade cooking competition and his groundbreaking dishes. Upon seeing this imposing figure suddenly descend from the sky, many goblin faces went from being stunned at first to becoming fanatical and passionate in just a dozen breaths.

It's unclear who first uttered the words "patriarch," but those words and Allen's name spread like wildfire, with thousands of different voices converging simultaneously to form a deafening shout.

The loud sound moved the earth, causing a slight tremor. Many local residents outside the stands heard the shouts and seemed to realize something. They put down their work and rushed over from all directions, spontaneously gathering on the streets of the southwest district where the Food God Square was located. Together with the shouts from inside the square's stands, which were blocked by hard walls, they shouted with pride and joy.

The city was instantly filled with cheers and jubilation, which surprised not only the tribal leaders, such as Albad, who were on duty in the city, but also those who were watching from every corner of the city.

Allen's expression was warm, with a kind smile on his lips. His upright and proud posture had a certain magic, and he was clearly visible even to the most distant spectators in the square stands, exuding an aura of dominance.

The cheers continued for a long time until Allen gently raised his hands above his head and then slowly lowered them. Seeing this, all the people whose eyes were focused on Allen obediently shut their mouths and stopped cheering for Allen. Only the pairs of fiery eyes and the fervent faces did not diminish with the passage of time. Everyone wished they could imprint this scene into their brains so that it would not be blurred when they recalled it in the future.

The residents outside the viewing platform sensed that the cheers inside had stopped, so they naturally stopped moving as well. However, they crowded the square so tightly that it was impossible to move. Even if they couldn't see the competition inside, they wanted to be closer to their idol and respected clan leader.

"Please sit down, everyone. I'm not the main character today. We can't let the outstanding chefs who have worked hard for half a month steal the spotlight, right?"

Allen spoke softly, his relaxed and casual tone carried like a gentle breeze to every spectator in the vast square. Even the residents gathered outside the stands heard him clearly, and an image immediately flashed through their minds—almost identical to the one of Allen standing on the viewing platform. The audience chuckled and slowly took their seats with Allen. Then, a loud-voiced, slightly flamboyantly dressed dwarf goblin host walked onto the square, holding a megaphone-shaped magical artifact. After clearing his throat, he began to preside over the event.

"Thank you to all the guests for being here today to witness the birth of the most outstanding magic chef of the next decade. What kind of food will they bring to us today? Please look forward to it..."

After more than half a month of competition, the fifty outstanding magic chefs who had overcome numerous obstacles to reach this point walked onto the spacious plaza amidst the infectious introductions of a dwarf goblin host. Beside Allen, who sat high on the most prominent viewing platform, the dwarf goblin elder, Shikai, quietly approached him and asked, "Chieftain, would you like to give a speech later?"

"No need, it's fine as it is."

Allen shook his head. Having been a leader for many years, he had experienced similar situations countless times and was quite adept at public speaking, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it. Anyway, he would have to perform in front of a large audience when awarding prizes to the final winners and preparing the divine dishes, so he wouldn't join in the fun then.

"Just follow the specific procedures and don't deliberately change them because of me."

"understood."

As Shikai grew older, he gradually became addicted to the enjoyment of worldly power. In recent years, he stepped out from behind the scenes and became one of the tribe's few elders in power.

When Allen returned, the first thing he did was to encourage him. At first, the dwarf was full of enthusiasm and fighting spirit, but after two or three years of seclusion with no progress, his spirits were dampened again, and in the end, he returned to the place he loved in his heart.

He was in charge of organizing this competition, and Allen's presence made him feel both excited and honored, but at the same time, he was also worried that his poor handling of the competition would displease the clan leader.

"You don't need to stay by my side, go do your own thing."

Allen then waved his hand, dismissing the legendary high-ranking dwarf elder, and his majestic tiger eyes scanned with interest the outstanding magical chefs who entered the square.

More than an hour had passed just introducing the contestants and explaining the competition rules, until the dwarf goblin host's final, high-pitched shout resounded throughout the entire viewing plaza.

"The match begins! Time's ready!!"

A cold glint flashed deep in Allen's eyes, and the God of Food Domain was immediately activated, enveloping the entire square. It resonated with the God of Food statue in the center of the square, which was also shimmering with a subtle magical aura. The fifty participating chefs in the arena felt a surge of vitality in their souls and bodies, and they became exceptionally focused and relaxed.

In their eyes, there was nothing but the various ingredients prepared in advance and the three-meter-square stove and cutting board in front of them.