The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1290

The enticing aroma of cooking permeated the entire hilltop plaza. None of the onlookers seemed to have imagined that the cooking they were about to witness would be such a long and drawn-out process.

It took more than a week just to process the various initial ingredients. Some of the more special ingredients required further processing such as slow cooking and fermentation before they could be used directly in Allen's cooking.

As for Allen's initial treatment of the Hydra's heart, it was only the first step of opening up and repairing the atrophied blood vessels extending from the heart, which was estimated to require at least a month of warming and soaking.

Because he was in the tribe, Allen didn't have to do many things himself. He even specially invited several high-ranking clergy members to continuously cast healing spells on the pot of broth he was cooking and nourishing his heart. By using the dual nourishment of the spells and the ingredients, he could speed up the process. Otherwise, this step alone would take at least three to six months.

For the most part, the cooking process of the 20-odd master chefs in the square, and even Allen, was tedious and boring in the eyes of the audience. They each stayed by the ingredients they were processing, using their noses, eyes, or fingers to touch their tongues to sense the changes in the ingredients in the containers, and occasionally adding some water, spices, magical plant materials, etc.

One month, two months...

Many audience members gradually became impatient with the monotony and never returned to the mountaintop after leaving one of their shows. However, there were also many audience members who persisted in staying at the mountaintop plaza, regardless of wind or rain.

The chefs' faces gradually became rugged, and the spirit in their eyes gradually became listless. Due to lack of grooming, their body hair grew wildly, and their thick beards even covered their facial features. However, none of this could stop their love for cooking.

The magic chefs finally finished their ingredients, and the dimensional devices that Allen had given them could no longer produce any other ingredients. With nothing left to do, the magic chefs didn't sit idle. They actively gathered around the other magic chefs who hadn't finished their work to help him, and they also discussed their experience in handling these precious ingredients, deducing and speculating why Allen had handled the ingredients in this way, what their uses would be, and so on.

Of course, everyone's biggest focus is on the protagonist, Allen, who is standing in the center of the square.

More than half a year has passed, and Allen has been guarding this iron barrel, which is thicker than a goblin's waist, without moving an inch.

The bucket was filled with broth that completely submerged the heart. Countless precious ingredients, which would be priceless in the eyes of outsiders, were continuously thrown into the broth. Finally, as Allen continued to stir, they dissolved and decomposed little by little, turning into colorful colors and blending into the broth. Not a single residue was left.

It's as if some unseen monster is lurking in this murky broth, devouring whatever is thrown into it.

Even the color of the broth kept changing, until it finally became as clear as water, revealing the only thing that could exist inside—the hydra heart that gradually became multicolored.

The magical chefs assisting Allen always tried to get closer to him so they could observe his cooking process more closely. However, they dared not get too close, fearing that their own aura and energy would disrupt the seemingly calm and uneventful cooking. The spectators had watched Allen cook for six months, most of the time he simply stirred the broth in the iron bucket, seemingly without any difficulty. But in the eyes of the magical chefs, Allen's stirring subdued the countless turbulent magical energies within the broth, flowing ceaselessly with his movements, weaving together indescribable and invisible magical runes.

As the rune is generated, the magical elements that permeate nature are spontaneously attracted and converge in the sky above Allen's head, which is an external manifestation of magical resonance.

The invisible runes were quickly absorbed by the Hydra's heart, but the magic power gathered above its head did not dissipate. As it continued to grow and converge, the massive turbulent flow of magic power transformed into continuous colorful clouds that enveloped an area of ​​hundreds of miles. Lightning snakes darted between the clouds, and illusory fire dragons roared silently, revealing their ferocious faces from within the clouds...

Before the cooking even officially began, the magical tides generated by the process of handling the ingredients were already terrifying, a sight that other master chefs had never seen before. Instead of feeling any fear or timidity, they were even more eager to see what earth-shattering power Allen would unleash next.

The spectators around him who were still holding on had complicated expressions, and they would look up at the sky from time to time, unable to hide the worry in their eyes.

Conversely, in the city, which was also shrouded in a massive cloud and out of sight of the many viewers, countless ordinary inhabitants of the green fields continued their daily lives calmly, without even raising their heads. They knew that their great leader resided within this city, and that the indestructible city, built through generations of struggle and countless drops of blood and sweat, protected them.

The thunder and flames, ice and snow and gale overhead were completely ignored by the bear goblin saint Allen, whose mind was already drawn to the multicolored heart that was gradually becoming clearer in the iron barrel.

At this moment, the withered heart that had been stored for over a hundred years, after being simmered over a low flame for a full six months and nourished with countless precious ingredients, magical plant materials, and healing magic, finally dispelled the deathly aura that had permeated every cell and reappeared with a faint, glimmer-like vitality.

With this glimmer of life, it meant that the heart had come to be alive, and only then did Allen truly obtain the main ingredient for his divine dish.

"You guys go down and rest."

Allen raised his head slightly and gave orders to the priests around him, who had been replaced countless times. Upon hearing Allen's instructions, the priests from the Green Field tribe did not hesitate at all. They first bowed to Allen and then headed directly down the road.

The audience and master chefs, who finally noticed the change in the cooking, couldn't help but turn their attention to him. They saw Allen lift the nearly 100-pound iron bucket off the stove with one hand and place it steadily on the charcoal brazier next to him.

call out! ! !
Allen leaped into the air, leaving the stove he had been tending for over half a year, and plunged headfirst into the layers of colorful clouds above his head.