"Preaching my metaphor, all suitable members of the God of Cookery Association will be mobilized to participate in the next selection examination."
In the huge arena, the leader of the bugbears, Allen, sat with his eyes closed. He was in Namur Fortress, but his spiritual thoughts had already leapt thousands of miles away and landed in a secret room in Green Lake Town.
The secret room was quiet, with only one hobgoblin wearing an off-white robe, kneeling quietly in front of an obsidian statue of the God of Cookery more than one meter high.
"I obey my Lord's orders!"
Zelang's sea of consciousness was filled with a dazzling and sacred golden power, which originated from a pair of pure golden pupils. Allen's voice without any emotion fluctuated, echoing in this sea of consciousness.
Until the golden light slowly withdrew and the divine power in the sea of consciousness gradually dissipated, Zelang finally ended his most important prayer task of the day.
Pushing open the door to the secret room, the God of Cookery wearing a bronze mask was already waiting outside the secret room. Several priests in charge stood up one after another, their eyes full of anticipation.
"How about it? Is there a divine sign coming to you?"
The God of Cookery, whose true identity has never been known, nodded, and a low and hoarse voice sounded.
"Yes, Your Majesty has agreed to our request to send people to participate in the tribal selection."
Zelang said slowly, with solemnity and calmness in his eyes.
Who would have thought that a crippled good-for-nothing goblin who sold his coolies to support his family would one day be favored by the great God of Cookery and become a bridge that could directly communicate with the great Lord.
Nowadays, in the God of Cookery, Zelang's status is comparable to that of the leader. Even the three priests of Kehan, who used to be in charge of a group of their followers, now have to be more submissive to him and obey his instructions.
"Okay!! Just follow the lists recommended by your four branches and let them all participate in this selection exam!!"
After hearing Zelang's reply, the leader was immediately overjoyed and even his voice became a little louder.
The changes in the tribal power hierarchy allowed several leaders of the God of Cookery to see an opportunity. At first, in order to preach, they mostly chose goblins from the bottom who were in need of care and help. Because of their own problems, family difficulties, etc., these goblins are more able to be seen clearly by the members of the sermon, and are less likely to expose the existence of the God of Cookery.
But now that the God of Cookery has a solid foundation and has reached a certain scale, the status of the believers has become a disadvantage.
For example, a few days ago, Allen issued a divine oracle to ask the God of Cookery to help and supervise Green Lake Town's investigation of corrupt members. Although believers of the God of Cookery are spread throughout Green Lake Town, the only members they can really access to mid-level and high-level information are Very few.
Therefore, in fact, the role played by the God of Cookery Association in this investigation process was really limited, which made all senior members below the leader feel a little frustrated.
After all, this should be regarded as the first task given by the God of Cookery to the entire God of Cookery. Even though the leader, Ke Han and others have some energy in the tribe, the feeling of powerlessness brought about by the fact that most of the God of Cookery are at the bottom of the tribe, It's really frustrating for these executives.
Therefore, after everyone sat down and discussed, they decided to break the current predicament and take the initiative to make up for their shortcomings. Zelang prayed to Allen and asked Allen to allow their God of Cookery congregation to participate in the middle level of Green Lake Town. Pass the selection examination for bosses and supervisors.
Even if there are more than ten or twenty members among the believers in the God of Cookery who are promoted through selection, then for the God of Cookery, they will have a certain number of manpower in the middle level. In the future, if His Majesty orders other tasks, they will You can also be more prepared.
Allen slowly withdrew the mental power he projected into the whirlpool of anger, and his brain became drowsy, which was obviously the effect of excessive consumption of mental power.
Allen is still very satisfied with the special function he has just discovered, but he still needs to test how far this idea can reach Zelang. If this function completely ignores geographical restrictions, then for Allen, it will simply give him greater freedom.
You know, Allen has seldom traveled far over the years. Even if he goes out for a year and a half at most, he will come back. He spends more time sitting in the Green Field Tribe. Compared with other legendary strong men who have been traveling for decades, Allen, the demigod, may not be able to travel as long as a strong man who has just entered the legend.
But there was no way. Allen really valued his tribe too much. He was afraid that something would happen to the tribe while he was away. It wasn't until Cole and Swara appeared that Allen could relax a little.
But that's all. Even if there are other legendary strongmen in the tribe, such as human Eric and Oscar of the Oak Church, they can also help protect the tribe. It is difficult for Allen to make up his mind to go out because he is very worried. , when something big happens, Cole and the others can't find themselves.
If you care too much about something, you will eventually be held back by that thing. Allen himself didn't even realize that he had been restricted to this land by the Green Field Tribe for all these years.
Until now, with the emergence of this function, Allen no longer has to worry that when he travels or goes to Mansha City to sit in town, when the tribe is in turmoil, he will miss the best time because he cannot obtain information in time.
Thinking about it, in a few decades, it will be my turn to be on duty in Mansha City. The emergence of this function has really helped me a lot.
The only troublesome thing may be that Zelang, a hobgoblin whose spiritual frequency matches his own, may reach the limit of his lifespan in a few decades.
But this at least opens up a path for Allen. Since Zelang is in tune with his spirit, there must be other goblins who are in tune with him. Then he can continue to explore the magical function of the coming of thoughts. Search for the next goblin who is spiritually compatible with you.
The last time at the Nancheng Public Security Bureau, he unknowingly differentiated his divine consciousness to deal with the corrupt goblins. Afterwards, Allen reflected and self-examined again, but he had already taken the most difficult step of multitasking.
The differentiated divine consciousness will finally no longer snatch control of Allen's body when it appears. Instead, it can hover in the sea of consciousness, observe every move of Allen's ontological consciousness, and communicate with it. communicate.
This is a very strange state. It's like Allen plays two roles, talking to each other. During the conversation, Allen can easily detect the emotions and thinking angles of another consciousness, but he is always surprised by some suggestions from the divine consciousness, because this is an angle that his ontological consciousness has never thought of.
Of course, the long march is just the first step. If Allen wants to maintain this state continuously and for a long time, he still has a long way to go.
On the contrary, the sequelae caused by the fusion of consciousness gradually become smaller as the two consciousnesses recognize and understand each other. Perhaps after trying for a while, the sequelae of mental pain will disappear and no longer exist.
After standing up again, Allen once again decided to end the retreat. Mastering the legendary expertise would be a long process, and it was impossible for Allen to continue to retreat like this.
Boom! !
There were faint sounds of lightning strikes in the northwest sky, but when Allen looked at the palm-sized sky above the arena, there seemed to be no sign of clouds. With his keen perception, Allen also noticed a slight tremor on the ground, as if an earthquake had occurred in the mountains to the northwest.
"Clan leader, are you out of seclusion?"
The dwarf high-ranking mage captain Corian and his colleagues had set up a warning spell barrier, and they sensed the movement of an object breaking through their barrier. Just as they were preparing to warn, they saw the bugbear leader Allen floating above their heads. , immediately stopped casting spells, and cautiously said hello to Allen.
"Well, from today on, you no longer need to be on duty here. The arena should also be reopened. My retreat is over."
"OK."
"Where are you, Elder Kol?"
"She went to the west early this morning and hasn't come back yet!"
"Okay, you go down!"
The tremors on the ground continued. After hearing the news that Cole was out, Allen's face sank, and after giving a few casual instructions, he stood up from the ground and went straight to the source of the tremors.
Since the last attack on Cole and the others, Allen has been tracking down who the people and forces who assassinated them were, but so far he has no definite information, although he has already had several suspects in his mind. But without evidence, he couldn't confront the other party.
Now that he heard the tremors on the ground and heard the news that Cole was out, Allen was somewhat worried about whether Cole had been assassinated again. Although the judgment of divine consciousness told Allen that this possibility was slim, he still couldn't help but find out.
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Cole's full expectations were disappointed. For more than half a month, she had been looking forward to meeting Drizzt, but who would have thought that the other party would let her go.
The simple-minded Cole was very unhappy and wanted to find a place to vent his anger after leaving Corima Town.
Cole, who was originally a good-natured man, guarded the Namur Fortress because of Allen's request. He had nothing to do for a long time and was already depressed. After experiencing this kind of thing again, the dwarf girl, who had no way to explain, the only thing she thought of at this time was His best way to vent his anger is to find someone to fight for hundreds of rounds, using high-intensity fighting to relieve his inner depression.
The dark elf Ted is Drizzt's teacher. No matter how little emotional intelligence Cole has, he also knows that he cannot challenge the elves of Korima. Eric of Green Lake Town was strong in his field, but the gap in actual combat power was so great that Cole couldn't even muster the interest to challenge him.
As for Druid Oscar, even Cole's own teacher must respect him. Only when Cole's brain is damaged would she think of fighting with her teacher's teacher! !
Therefore, after much deliberation, Cole chose Figueras, the giant dragon in the snowy mountains of the Cator Mountains, as the target of his challenge, even though the dragon was probably not in its lair now.
"Hey!! Old Long, are you here??"
After crossing the mountains, Kor arrived at the crater at the top of the snow-capped mountains with familiarity. As expected, there was no trace of the giant dragon in the carefully built lair in the crater.
Cole had a cold face, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Everything went wrong today, which made her particularly irritable.
"Old Long, come out quickly!! If you don't come out, I will demolish your lair!!!"
Facing the empty crater, Cole summoned his breath and shouted loudly. He shouted several times in a row, but there was no response.
Clang! !
The heavy sword's black fire and cold light suddenly appeared in Cole's hand. Since the old dragon was not at home and his depressed aura was not smooth, he simply demolished this old nest to relieve the frustration in his heart.
Just do it, Cole raised the black fire high, the anger in his body quickly gathered, and according to the sword skill taught by Allen, he slashed out the top of the towering snow mountain with one sword, and there was a sudden excitement.
The rolling crater, with lava splashing everywhere, seemed like an eternal mountain top, trembling under the sword of Kor. Countless flying snow rolled down from the steep mountain wall, gathering together to form a white snow curtain, heading straight towards Go down the mountain.
Before she could recover from the blow, Cole jumped high again. The heavy sword was as light as nothing in her hand, and then several angry slashes that were more than ten meters wide rushed out.
boom! ! boom! ! boom! ! !
The strong wind on the top of the mountain seemed to be frightened by the power of the legendary strongman Kor at this time. The howling wind gradually died down, leaving only one slash after another, wantonly destroying this area that had existed for an unknown period of time. The top of the snow mountain.
Of course, if Figueras, who was fooling around somewhere in the Green Field Tribe at this time, saw that his carefully built lair was destroyed, he would probably fall out with this girl Cole, and the two of them would fight fiercely. Let's have a fight.
Cole, who was venting his depressed mood to his heart's content, didn't notice the teacher who was quietly standing on another mountain several thousand meters away, watching Cole's misbehavior.
Allen didn't disturb Cole's nonsense. Although he didn't know what specifically caused Cole to lose her temper, but based on his understanding of Cole, he actually knew that this girl didn't like it very much. In her daily life, it was only because of her teacher's demands and her responsibilities to the tribe that she stayed in the tribe.
However, Allen is helpless. If this girl is released, as long as Allen doesn't look for her, she will definitely keep wandering around and will not return to the tribe.
Moreover, the last time he let her go out to play, it was more than ten years ago, and now it has only been a few years since she came back. Allen definitely doesn't want her to go out so frequently.
It is rare to cultivate a legendary strong man. Allen hopes that they can contribute to the tribe, rather than acting freely according to their temperament.
Half a magic hour passed, and Cole finally regained her composure. Looking at the scene that she had completely destroyed, with almost the entire top of the snow-capped mountain being shaved off, she quietly stuck out her tongue and glanced around secretly, as a thief would. Be prepared to slip away.
"Are you leaving just like that?"
A voice came from afar.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
It feels like this bottleneck period is very long. Now I don’t even know what to write.
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