The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1289

"Are you ready to dedicate your life to the tribe?"

The solemn and majestic voice resounded throughout the mountaintop, even reaching the ears of the tribespeople in the city below. Hearing about the major changes concerning the transfer of tribal power and their own and their families' interests, countless Green Field tribespeople who had no opportunity to go to the mountaintop to witness the ceremony came out of the streets and looked up at the hills covered with lush greenery that stood in the center of the city.

"I've been preparing all along!!"

Albad's response was swift and decisive; those seven words seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

"I hereby declare that the second chieftain of the Greenfield Tribe is Albad Greenfield!!"

Allen's eyes showed satisfaction and approval. He handed the golden seal in his hand to the dwarf goblin who was kneeling on one knee, then helped him up and gave up his central position, taking the initiative to stand behind Albad.

"I am grateful for the chief's trust in me, and I am also grateful for the support of all the elders of the tribe."

"I, Albad, was born into the Green Field tribe. From a young age, I received care and training from the tribe. Whether in the path of a mage or in military strategy, without the resources invested by the tribe and the chieftain to cultivate and learn me, I would not be who I am today."

"The clan leader twice personally cooked precious magical dishes to help the foolish me break through my limits and extend my lifespan, which was already one foot in the River Styx. Even now, I still..."

"...But I always remember the chief's teachings, and I must always put the interests of the tribe first and the survival of the northern border first..."

"I cannot promise never to make mistakes, nor can I promise eternal victory. The abyss is watching, the enemy is lurking, and winter will surely come again."

As Albad got excited, he slowly took a few steps forward, stepping over the stove and chopping board blocking his way, and raised the seal he was holding high.

"But I can promise you: as long as my heart beats, it will beat for the tribe! Every drop of my blood will flow into a river that nourishes our land; every breath I take will become a night breeze that protects your peaceful sleep."

"I do not ask you to follow 'me,' but I implore you to join me in following our shared destiny! Let our songs be sung louder than ever before, and let our fire burn brighter than any enemy!"

"I, Albad Greenfield, hereby accept this honor and weight. I swear by blood and fire, and bear witness to the earth and the stars!"

Many of the audience members were from the Greenfield tribe and the North. Inspired by the ambition expressed in the new Greenfield chieftain's first speech, they cheered enthusiastically.
"Albad!!!"

"Albad!!"

"Long live the North!!!"

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Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The alarm bell behind the sculpture in the hilltop plaza rang out, a sound that originally signified an attack by foreign enemies, but now conveyed a different meaning.

Upon hearing the long, resonant chime of the bell, the tribal leaders who had been waiting for a long time immediately took out pieces of parchment and posted them on the bulletin boards of their respective districts. Countless grassroots goblin chiefs rushed to spread the word, conveying this power transition involving the entire Greenfield tribe and even the entire North to every member of the tribe in the city.

One after another, druids transformed into eagles that soared into the sky, flying towards the numerous strongholds controlled by the Greenfield tribe, spreading this joyous news to all tribe members simultaneously. Some were delighted, some were shocked, but no one questioned the authenticity of the news; without the approval and consent of the tribe's spiritual leader, this undertaking would have been absolutely impossible.

The most important and core power transfer in the North was completed so casually, without any turmoil or even any prior warning. If anyone wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to cause trouble for the Green Fields and the North, it would probably be these unscrupulous individuals who would ultimately suffer the consequences.

Allen stood quietly behind Albad, his body noticeably taller than Albad's, even though they were now four or five meters apart. Yet, the countless eyes in the arena all felt that the new chieftain of the Green Field Tribe, standing in the center of the square bathed in the dawn light, was still shrouded in the shadow of the tall and imposing Bear Earth Elf Saint.

As the bells gradually faded, it signified the formal completion of the power transfer between Allen and Albad. The dwarf goblin demigod mage, holding the golden seal in both hands, turned to face Allen, bowed deeply, and then gracefully left the center of the square.

Allen returned to the center of attention. After relinquishing his position as chieftain, the bear-earth sage felt his soul and spirit were more clear and comfortable. No longer needing to consider the interests of the tribe in everything he did, he could indeed do things that were more beneficial to himself.

As for the tribe, a new tribal chief will naturally be appointed to seek benefits and interests for the tribe members.

Bang bang! !
Two large hands clasped together in front of his chest, producing two loud and crisp claps. Upon receiving the signal, the more than twenty excellent chefs immediately stood up from their seats and orderly rushed towards the stove and cutting board where Allen was.

Allen took a dimensional device from his waist and tossed it to the group of master chefs who were eager to get started. The goblin chef, Glicks, took advantage of his height and strength as a berserker and managed to stand out from dozens of outstretched arms, firmly grasping the dimensional device that Allen had thrown. He then skillfully began to pluck out all sorts of materials.

The ingredients that Allen chose as the ingredients for this divine dish were absolutely extremely precious or even non-existent in the Feynman world. This was also thanks to Allen's collection during his travels to various planes a hundred years ago. Even though he consumed most of the ingredients in the starry sky, there were still quite a few that he specially reserved, which were just right for his use this time.

"Wow, this is definitely the flesh and blood of a Saint-level magical beast!!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, this must be the essence cut from a demigod-level abyssal demon..."

The magic chefs who were passionate about magical cooking were inevitably a little excited and nervous when they were chosen to be Allen's assistants. After all, Allen was the highest-ranking living magic chef in the Feynman world, and the pioneer and predecessor who created the art of magical cooking. Regardless of his identity, he was the absolute idol and goal of these people who had chosen magical cooking as their life's pursuit.

However, when they saw their goblin companion Glicks continuously taking out one precious ingredient, magical plant material, and spice after another from the dimensional device, everyone's attention was completely drawn to it. As if they were seeing a naked beauty, they couldn't help but snatch the ingredients from the goblin chef's hands, greedily caressing and observing these precious things.

"I have written down the specific state to which the ingredients should be processed on the parchment. You can choose your partners and ingredients and start processing now."

"I need you to prepare the ingredients I need first within three days. There are still some ingredients that will take time to process, so please try your best to speed up their processing..."

Allen wasn't surprised by the current obsessive state of his chosen helpers. Without their passion for magical cooking, they would never have reached their current level. Therefore, being able to personally touch and experience these precious ingredients and materials that they might never encounter in their lifetime was bound to cause them to lose their composure like this.

However, since he had invited them to help, the bear-goblin saint, who never liked to drag things out, wouldn't let these guys slow down his cooking process. He immediately pulled them back to the real world.

"Yes!!"

"Don't worry, clan leader..."

With reason returning to their bodies, the master chefs responded confidently to Allen, then gathered around Glicks to examine the parchment in his hands, whispering among themselves to their familiar companions. Before long, they had divided into teams and were busy with their own tasks.

Allen, however, was already in the zone. He activated his God of Food Domain and stood in front of the stove, placing a huge iron bucket filled with water on the fire. At the same time, he added various magical plant materials and spices to the water.