Green Monster Epic

Soaring through the sky, the undulating earth, mountains, and forests flashed beneath Allen's feet. At full speed, Allen had crossed tens of thousands of miles in just over ten days, arriving at the border war zone between humans and the wilderness.

Along the way, Allen made no attempt to conceal himself. His powerful aura allowed keen experts to sense his presence from hundreds of miles away. Although some ignorant experts inevitably tried to intercept him, they all respectfully made way after seeing Allen's face and overwhelming presence.

The Mansha Allied Forces did not deploy too many troops on the eastern front bordering humans. Apart from a few massive fortresses built at great expense to stockpile hundreds of thousands of troops, the wilderness tribes implemented a scorched-earth policy along the long, thousand-kilometer border, sacrificing part of the border to commit more troops to the Human-Centaur Grassland battlefield on the western front.

The Human Allied Forces had once attempted to attack several fortresses on the eastern wilderness front. However, these fortress-like strongholds not only housed hundreds of thousands of elite wilderness warriors but also sheltered the natives living within the abandoned thousand-mile territory. Although the natives included a significant proportion of the old, weak, women, and children, it was impossible to support worthless natives in this harsh border region. Therefore, almost every adult native was a warrior with some fighting ability, or at least a qualified laborer.

The wilderness provided these natives with daily sustenance, giving them a relatively stable place to live, and promised to allow them to return to their homelands to live and reproduce after the war. In return, these natives supplemented the fortresses' combat power, helping the wilderness allied forces to resist the invasion of human armies with the fortresses' solid fortifications.

At the same time, the Orc Empire, deeply aware of the principle of 'if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold,' would launch fierce counterattacks when the Human Allied Forces attacked the wilderness border fortresses, absolutely not giving the Human Allied Forces a chance to free up their hands to break through the wilderness eastern front fortresses, thus reducing the pressure on the wilderness in resisting the Human Allied Forces.

The Orc Empire's high-level officials were well aware that if they wanted to withstand this offensive against the empire by the Human Allied Forces, they had to rely on the wilderness as a source of support. If this ally saw that they were not doing their best in the war, how could they possibly extend a helping hand to their empire in the future?

Although they were unwilling to admit it, human civilization was far more powerful than the Orc Empire in terms of strength, especially in this kind of civilization war that pitted empires against each other in terms of territory and resources. If the Orc Empire failed in this, it would be even less likely to be a match for humans in the future.

Therefore, in order for the empire's civilization to survive, not only did the high-level officials of the Orc Empire reveal their innermost thoughts to the wilderness alliance and the rulers of the Temple of Nature, but even the Orc and Nature deities in the divine kingdom joined forces early on to challenge the human gods.

As Allen flew over a fortress still in the hands of the wilderness allied forces, he looked down at the earth. The land within a hundred miles of the fortress stronghold had been dyed a blackish-brown color, devoid of vegetation. Occasionally, a hint of grayish-white protruded from this blackish-brown. When Allen focused his eyes, he saw piles of white bones forming small hills. A dense aura of death permeated the earth, and unnatural skeletons and ghosts aimlessly roamed this land.

Perhaps when this war ended, and after the temple's priests and clerics had purified this land, this blackish-brown earth would become a fertile field due to the nutrients provided by blood and flesh.

The cruelty of war was right before his eyes. Allen secretly rejoiced that the rulers of the Elven Kingdom had not chosen the wilderness as their target of attack. Otherwise, the future of their northern territory would probably be the same as the scenes occurring on this land, or even worse.

A wilderness expert stationed in the fortress wanted to fly into the sky to ask Allen his intentions, but after seeing Allen pass by the edge of the fortress range without slowing down, he gave up his previous plan, only feeling a little surprised as to why this second Saint-level existence in the wilderness would appear on the wilderness border battlefield.

Further ahead, he entered the territory of the Human Allied Forces. When human experts sensed Allen's aura from hundreds of miles away, more than a dozen experts flew into the sky, vigilantly blocking Allen's path.

However, when they recognized Allen's true identity, the human experts, who had been eager to attack, became wary and skillfully and tacitly formed a defensive formation, confronting Allen from a distance.

"Hmph!!!"

Allen glanced at this group of human experts with disdain. He slowed down his originally swift speed until he was four or five miles away from the opposing team before stopping completely.

"Your Excellency should be Allen. Witt, the Bear Earth Goblin clan leader, the second Saint to advance in Mansha Wilderness in the past thousand years, right?"

In the human expert team, a bald man wearing a scarlet mage robe, with no hair on his head or between his eyebrows, cautiously looked at Allen with a blackish-red fireball suspended above the codex in his hand, and asked.

Judging from the majestic magical aura he displayed, he was clearly a Demigod-level existence and also the leader of these dozen or so human experts.

"Have we met before?"

Allen did not answer, but simply took out his demigod artifact, Bone Cleaver, from his dimensional pouch and fondled it in his hands. This simple action immediately caused the dozen or so human experts opposite him to experience a burst of rapid heartbeats, and a tense atmosphere naturally emanated from their formation.

"Your Excellency is the strongest Saint-level figure in this world. Even if we are ignorant, we cannot be unaware of Your Excellency's great name!!"

The human mage, Liander Rasque, who originally had a fiery temper, did not dare to show it at all when facing this solitary wilderness opponent. He carefully stared at the thin figure opposite him with his hands clutching the codex, ready to unleash his magic at the slightest sign of trouble.

"However, with Your Excellency's current status and position, it seems that you should not be appearing on this battlefield, right?"

As a human demigod, Liander was not as ignorant as Allen. He was well aware of the unspoken rules that Saints needed to abide by, but he carefully reminded Allen because his surrounding legendary teammates should not know about such rules.

"Why can't I come to this battlefield to watch the battle?"

Allen sneered. Although he was constrained by the rules of the world, after these years of understanding, he discovered that he was not completely without room to maneuver, such as what he was about to do now.

"However, since I have met you here, I believe that your status in humans is extraordinary, so please convey a message to your human superiors for me!!"

"I, Allen. Witt, under the divine grace of the Father of the Oak, want to challenge the Saint-level existence of humans!!"

"I just don't know if there is anyone among your human Saint-level experts who dares to accept my challenge???"