Green Monster Epic

Boban sprinted across the wilderness, a long string of gnoll warriors trailing behind him. He had been running for so long that he couldn't even keep track anymore. Even he, who considered himself to have good stamina, had his tongue lolling out, panting heavily into the cold wind generated by his run to cool himself down.

More and more gnolls couldn't endure the continuous running and began to fall behind. Only Nason and his 5-6 confidants persisted, determined to kill Boban, their former enemy.

"Nason, you son of a bitch! If you can't kill me today with so many people, how will you face your clan when you get back?! If they find out I led you around like wild coyotes today, do you think they'll say you're big but useless?!"

"…"

Although Boban wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, he was incredibly skilled at taunting people. As he sprinted ahead, Boban would occasionally let the wind carry his heartfelt 'greetings' to Nason, infuriating the pursuer behind him to the point of madness, wishing he could tear the bastard to pieces on the spot. Especially when he said the words 'big but useless,' he even turned his head to glance at Nason's lower body. The contempt was palpable, even from dozens of yards away.

It was also because of the taunts that Nason didn't want to give up chasing Boban. Even though the clansmen behind him were falling behind one after another, and the line of pursuers had become extremely long, he ignored them, focusing solely on leading his confidants to chase after that bastard.

Allen and Flower Snake maintained their stamina, following far behind at a steady pace. It wasn't until the pursuers' formation began to break apart that they drew their weapons and prepared for battle. When Boban and the others disappeared behind a hill, Flower Snake finally couldn't restrain himself any longer. Wielding his longsword and dagger, he charged towards his chosen target.

"Ah, jie jie!!"

The isolated gnoll warrior originally wanted to take the opportunity to rest, adjust his breathing, and recover his stamina. Unexpectedly, a rapid footstep sounded behind him. By the time he turned his head to observe, a figure as swift as the wind had already rushed in front of him, stabbing straight at the unprepared gnoll's head with a sword.

The gnoll only had time to raise his spear to block the incoming longsword. However, relying on his agile movements, the opponent didn't dodge, and the longsword brushed past the spear. Then, the gnoll felt a pain in his eye socket, and everything went black before he lost consciousness. He fell straight down, a dagger following the longsword, piercing from his eye socket straight into his brain. After a stir, his brain turned into mush, leaving him no chance of survival.

After Flower Snake killed the gnoll warrior with a single fatal blow, he showed no signs of slowing down, drawing another arc on his path and heading towards another gnoll.

However, the distance between him and the last straggling gnoll was more than twenty yards. After hearing the warning cry before his death, the gnoll had already reacted and raised the weapon in his hand, denying Flower Snake the opportunity to strike by surprise.

Flower Snake didn't care whether the opponent was prepared or not. When he rushed to within three yards of the opponent, his entire body suddenly split into three, as if three people were pouncing on the opponent. The gnoll, who was about to stab Flower Snake with his spear, was also dumbfounded, unable to distinguish which figure was real. In the end, he could only stab randomly at one of them, only to see the spear pass straight through the Flower Snake's figure without any resistance. After being pierced, this phantom shattered without a sound. The other two phantoms merged again, seizing the opportunity of the opponent's mistaken stab. With the sword and dagger crossing, they passed by each other.

The gnoll behind him clutched his throat again and slowly fell down. Flower Snake continued his swift slaughter. Allen, who was closely following Flower Snake, hadn't even made a single strike yet. After a wry smile, he continued to chase after Flower Snake's steps, lest Flower Snake kill everyone and he would gain nothing, which would be somewhat embarrassing.

The isolated dozen gnolls were slaughtered by Allen and Flower Snake without any resistance. The price Allen and Flower Snake paid was only that their leather armor was covered with countless blood spots, and the blades of their swords were also stained with blood.

"Alright, it's time for us to help Boban, lest he really be caught up by that so-called leader."

Boban successfully lured the enemy, allowing Allen and Flower Snake to kill a dozen strong gnolls with almost no effort. For their actions this time, it was already a brilliant achievement. If Boban hadn't been luring the enemy in front, even if Allen and Flower Snake faced a hunting party of more than 20 gnolls led by Nason, self-preservation would naturally not be a problem. However, it was almost impossible to slaughter more than a dozen gnoll warriors and retreat unscathed.

With these contributions, Allen naturally had more goodwill towards Boban and wanted to relieve him.

"Okay!"

Flower Snake's full-strength attack this time was very effective. He killed nearly ten of the dozen gnolls by himself. The remaining ones were because the gnolls chasing from behind gathered together, making it difficult for him to deal with them alone, which allowed Allen to seize the opportunity to strike. Otherwise, in a one-on-one situation, Flower Snake, with his superior strength and speed, could definitely kill all these gnolls alone.

This was the reason why Allen threatened Bone Crusher, and after careful consideration, Bone Crusher had to bow his head and sign a peace treaty with Allen. If a strong, fast-paced mid-level combat professional was determined to be at odds with a certain tribe, even if the other party couldn't pose a threat to the tribe for the time being, over time, there would always be isolated clansmen and children who would die at his hands, gradually weakening the tribe's strength and defeating them one by one.

At this time, Boban was already panting heavily from exhaustion. Even if he wanted to escape, he was no longer able to do so. Nason and his confidants behind him had also consumed too much energy, chasing Boban without stopping. Even if both sides were strong warriors, they couldn't withstand such a long period of sprinting.

Carefully calculated, from the time Boban came out to provoke Nason until now, he had been leading Nason in circles in this wilderness for half a day. Converted into distance, it was at least more than a hundred miles.

Both sides were now relying on willpower to support themselves. Boban didn't dare to stop, because if he stopped, he would have to face the siege of 6-7 gnolls. In his current state, it was basically a situation of certain death. Nason was unwilling to stop. He had been chasing Boban for so long, and seeing that he was about to give up, it would be a pity to give up at this point. Moreover, how would he face the hunting party clansmen who watched him chase Boban when he returned?!