Green Monster Epic

Chapter 286: Shadows of the Enemy (Three Chapters Combined, Seeking Votes!)

In Green Lake Village, all the key members of the tribe were gathered. Allen solemnly and sorrowfully delivered a shocking message to everyone.

"The Auro Mine was attacked by a group of bandits. Ah Xiao and the goblin warriors stationed at the mine all sacrificed themselves. Only this goblin you see now remains."

The tribesmen present were in an uproar. No one dared to believe the truth of this news and they all wanted to speak, but under Allen's solemn and stern gaze, they stopped themselves and listened quietly to Allen's next words.

The reason the goblin Thomps was able to survive was thanks to his weak combat ability. Originally, he was just a cook in charge of food at the mine. During the sudden attack, as the goblin with the lowest combat power, he could only hide to the side and peek. When he realized the situation was bad and the entire mine was turning into a desperate situation, the only thing he could do was sneak into his familiar kitchen, grab a few bags of bread and flour, and then turn around and escape into the mine.

With hundreds of slaves suddenly rioting, plus a team of powerful cavalry leading them, Thomps knew very well that if he wanted to live, escaping into the wilderness hills was not the best choice. Before being accepted by the Green Field Tribe, goblins like Thomps had a deep understanding and knowledge of escape and concealment, which allowed him to escape this calamity, and even collect the most needed food while hiding.

"A very powerful enemy has appeared in our Green Field Plains. Their true identity is still unclear, but according to what Thomps saw that night, the other party is a powerful cavalry team, numbering between 20-24 people."

"The leader of the other party should have the strength of a high-level combat job, and most of the remaining cavalry are also advanced, so they are a great threat to our tribe!!"

"Ah Xiao and Black Head, they all died in the surprise attack of this cavalry, and at the same time, the other party took away hundreds of slaves from my mine."

"…"

Finding Thomps was indeed a great help to Allen. The wilderness was too big. It was really difficult to find a small-scale team that was determined to hide in the dark in this vast wilderness. Allen and Flower Snake had not made such moves in the past month or two, but in the end, there were no clues. It was not until the appearance of Thomps, this living person, that the mystery was finally solved.

Cavalry is a strange term in the hearts of the wilderness people in the border area. Allen himself only had the good fortune to witness the experience of the Elf army strangling a group of raiders on the border of the Elf Kingdom's Illusory Night Forest, and caught a glimpse of the heroic posture of the Elf cavalry.

Around the Green Field Plains, it is so difficult to support oneself and the tribe, let alone raise a group of mounts that are not very useful. So far, Green Lake Village has only raised 4-5 pack horses for long-distance travel between Thorns Fort and Green Lake Village. As for the daily transportation work in the village, it is basically done by the group of muscular men in the tribe themselves. According to Allen, this not only exercises everyone's body, but also does not waste useless food.

However, in Thomps' description, the lethality and destructive power displayed by this cavalry team was to instantly kill Ah Xiao, Black Head, and other advanced people. Although the other party also suffered losses, relatively speaking, the strength and destructive power they showed were indeed not something that a small wilderness tribe could match.

Especially their mobility. It is much easier to travel on horseback than to travel on two legs, and at the same time, a lot of physical strength can be saved.

"So from now on, except for necessary agricultural activities, all other out-of-village activities by my tribe will be prohibited."

"The hunting team's patrols and hunting will also be stopped, and all the warriors in the tribe will be on standby at any time!"

Although the identity of the opponent hiding in the dark was clarified, there was still a problem that had not been solved, that is, where the opponent's hiding place was.

What Thomps finally secretly spied from the mine was that the other party took the manpower from the mine to the west after the war, but the scope of the west was too broad, and Allen was afraid that he would gain nothing even if he wanted to search. Moreover, the only people in the tribe who can do this search task and have the ability to protect themselves are Allen, Flower Snake, and the just-adult Irene. Sending other people out to search is more likely to become the opponent's prey, which is not worth the loss.

Therefore, after thinking for a long time, Allen can only use the most conservative method to ensure the safety of the tribe.

"Anyone who dares to leave the village for no reason, Flower Snake, Mauro, you all punish them severely, just leave them a breath."

"Understood?"

"Understood!!"

The crowd dispersed, and soon the faces of the tribesmen in the entire Green Lake Village showed a few traces of uneasiness.

Camellia and Flower Snake stayed behind, as well as Philip, this flexible-minded human.

"Camellia, go and tell those outsiders outside the village that the plains are not peaceful recently, and let them be careful."

Allen suddenly thought of the group of outsiders outside the village who were attracted by the food, so he left Camellia and gave her a few instructions, asking her to explain to this group of outsiders.

The composition of the outsiders is complex. Allen did not want to bring them into the village for protection, but they contributed a lot to the village's economy, so he could only do this, and the rest depended on their own luck.

After Camellia left, only Flower Snake and Philip were left. Allen put down his mask and revealed a tired look.

"It's not a solution for us to shrink back like this all the time!"

Flower Snake said with emotion. Although he understood the identity of the black hand in the dark, when he turned around to look at them, it seemed that there was no solution. If they could find the other party's stronghold, the Green Field Tribe might be able to take the elite of the whole tribe and quietly sneak over to wipe them out in one fell swoop, but now it seems that finding the other party's lair is not so easy.

"Don't worry, they won't hide for long."

Allen also had calculations in his heart, and at this time, he was not so confused.

"How is it, have you calculated it?"

Suddenly, Allen turned his gaze to Philip on the side and asked a question that made no sense.

"Yes, their approximate consumption should be this number."

Philip nodded and handed Allen a piece of rough paper with scattered formulas arranged on it.

"So much? Then it seems that the other party will probably take action soon."

Allen was a little surprised, but thinking about the intelligence information he had collected, and the detailed inquiries he had obtained from Thomps, it was normal to have this number.

"What are you talking about?"

Flower Snake was confused, couldn't help but be curious, and asked with a frown.

"We are talking about how much food this group of enemies in the dark needs to consume in a day!!"

After Allen got the answer he wanted, he felt much more relaxed. At this time, he had a few traces of relief on his face as he explained to Flower Snake.

"The numbers on this are a summary of the intelligence we two have collected in the past two months, as well as the mine intelligence we got from Thomps after we found him."

"The other party is obviously scavenging for population. Although I don't know why they need so many prisoners, I do know one problem they are currently facing: food."

"…"

It turned out that Allen had these uses for collecting intelligence all the way. Flower Snake suddenly understood after Allen's explanation.

The Green Field Tribe has developed fairly smoothly in recent years, but at the same time, the burden on Allen's shoulders has also become heavier. In particular, as the population of the tribe increases, the amount of food consumed also increases exponentially.

Based on the current population of over 1,600 in Green Lake Village, the daily consumption is at least 3,000 pounds, which amounts to more than one million pounds of grain per year.

Now, the main food crop of Green Lake Village has also changed from the naturally grown Jian Tao fruit to artificially cultivated oats. A Jian Tao tree only produces hundreds of pounds of Jian Tao fruit at a time, which is no longer enough to meet the daily needs of Green Lake Village. On the other hand, planting oats on one acre of land can yield 500-600 pounds of grain at a time, which is considered a good harvest. After all, there are many dangers in the wilderness, such as insect plagues and bird tides, and auxiliary methods such as manure are also limited. Achieving such output is already considered good.

According to the two-season yield per year in the wilderness climate, at least 1,000 acres of land are needed to grow enough grain to meet the needs of the Green Field Tribe's population in order to achieve this.

However, Green Lake itself is not very large, only about 2-3 football fields in size. Previously, reclaiming hundreds of acres of land had already caused the water level of Green Lake to drop a lot. If new land is recklessly reclaimed again, perhaps it will really be as Druid Master Philip said, directly causing Green Lake to dry up, which would instead cause more land to lose its irrigation source and become barren again.

In the end, Allen Mauro and the others could only select suitable sections along the upper and lower reaches of the Muddy Water Creek to excavate reservoirs to accumulate rainfall every ten days to half a month, while dispersing and reclaiming scattered pieces of land.

Even the Green Field Tribe, which has developed for so many years, needs to rack their brains so much for the issue of food and land. Then, where would this group of enemies who suddenly appeared have so much time and energy to reclaim land and grow food?

In the past two months, every time Allen found an empty tribe or settlement, he would carefully count the houses and buildings left behind by the tribe, and roughly estimate the population of the other party's tribe from them, and then report back to Philip. In addition, Thompson's observation this time showed that the vast majority of slaves were taken away by the other party, proving that his previous guess was not wrong. So, the question is, how does the other party feed such a large base of population!

The Green Field Plain is precisely because it is too barren that there are countless scattered tribes, otherwise it would not be possible to support too many natives.

It is impossible for the other party to prepare a large amount of grain in advance and hoard it, otherwise, with the Green Field Tribe's intelligence network, it would be impossible not to have noticed any clues. The Tagan Desert isolates it from the Elf Kingdom, and it is too far away from the Human and Orc Kingdoms. Transporting large quantities of grain is almost impossible. If it really needs to be done, then the scale will definitely not be too small, and it will naturally be impossible to hide the traces.

Thinking like this, they captured so many people, and the daily consumption of people and horses alone would be unbearable for them. The final result would either be to slaughter this group of natives who were painstakingly captured, or the starving captives would cause riots and killings again in order to survive.

"So that's how it is."

A gleam of light flashed in Hua She's eyes, and he nodded repeatedly.

"So, I think, the other party is likely to have a big move in the next period of time, and we need to prepare in advance."

After Allen had Philip's calculation data, he became even more determined: "Hua She, go to the Ivan Tribe and the Green Python Tribe and tell them this news, so that they can be careful."

Ivan Tribe's jackal leader Boban and Green Python Tribe's lizardman chief Rasco are both younger brothers who have been closely following the Green Field Tribe in recent years and have a very good relationship with the Green Field Tribe. Thinking that this time's enemy may be a bit tricky, Allen felt that he needed to make good use of every bit of strength around him.

"Okay."

Hua She nodded.

At this time, the western frontier of the Green Field Plain is a continuous mountain range. After crossing the layers of mountains, you can see an endless sea.

In a hidden valley in the mountains, a foul and vengeful aura enveloped the valley. The steep and smooth mountain walls on both sides of the valley were like a natural cage, blocking the hope of escape for the creatures in the valley. At first glance, the valley is filled with disheveled and scattered wilderness natives: jackals, lizardmen, kobolds... Any ethnic group that can be seen in the Green Field Plain can be seen here. On the ground are the dense white bones of natives who have had their flesh eaten, as well as the mess left by the natives temporarily living in the valley who urinate and defecate everywhere.

The entrance and exit of the valley are blocked by teams of knights wearing gray-brown steel armor, not revealing any trace of their faces, staring sternly at every move in the valley.

Just as Allen judged, this hidden enemy did not prepare any food for these captives. Apart from the food and supplies scavenged when breaking through these tribes and settlements, the hundreds of captives in the valley could only eat the corpses of the various native tribal members that the cavalry brought back together in order to fill their stomachs. After the corpses were eaten, it would be the turn of the weak, old, and injured vulnerable groups among the captives.

The entire valley seems very quiet at this time, but no one can guess what bloody and cruel things might happen in the next second; the captives in the valley seem peaceful at this time, but in fact most people are squinting their eyes, secretly observing the people around them and in the distance. No one is trustworthy.

Outside the valley, in a temporary thatched shed, the strong cavalry leader who fought A Xiao in a one-on-one duel that night and was slightly at a disadvantage finally took off his black and exquisite helmet, revealing an ordinary human face under the helmet.

This is a middle-aged man in his 40s with an ordinary face. He would basically not attract attention if he were thrown into the crowd, except for the crazy and tyrannical aura that often flows in his eyes, which makes people feel inexplicably frightened.

"The flesh and blood altar will be completed in half a day. When the time comes, we will directly hold a sacrifice to open the passage. The delay has been too long. I'm afraid our group's progress is much later than other groups."

The object of the middle-aged man's speech was a beautiful woman wearing a black robe with many silver accessories on it. The woman also had a snake-shaped long sword around her waist. At this time, she was leaning charmingly on a simple wooden chair in a daze, and her graceful body exuded an alluring aura.

Below them, Danai, the jackal foreman of the previous mine, was respectfully serving aside, not daring to speak.

"Well, you can take care of these things. Call me again when the sacrifice is held. This damn weather!"

The woman stretched out her jade hand lazily and gently fanned it twice near her neck. An alluring fragrance came, causing the human knight and the jackal Danai next to her to swallow their saliva involuntarily.

After receiving the instruction, the human knight left. After leaving the thatched shed, he put on his armor again and walked majestically to the obsidian altar that had been under construction in the valley. Compared to the altar in Light撫 City, the scale of the flesh and blood altar here is much smaller. After all, there are not enough materials and sacrifices, so the passage they want to open this time can only allow a demonic army of no more than 500 in size to pass through at the beginning.

It seems a bit small, but this army can only be regarded as the vanguard. Then, using the remote geographical location of the Green Field Plain, the vanguard army can calmly collect more sacrifices and summon more troops to come here to converge.

Then, once the demon army reached a certain size, they could sweep across the entire wilderness, taking the bodies and souls of the indigenous inhabitants who had lived on this land for countless years back to the abyss, completing their grand feast of slaughter.

As for these followers of the evil god who helped the abyssal army cross the material plane, their deities would naturally provide corresponding rewards, rewards that would surely 'satisfy' them.

The ritual began. The flesh altar, only a dozen meters in diameter, was filled with the sounds of slaughter. A cavalry of 20 men charged back and forth through the valley, countless cries of blood and agony filling this remote place. The slaves who had thought they had found saviors and escaped the苦海 (bitter sea) of the mines, and the innocent indigenous people of the wilderness, now had eyes full of despair, anger, and resentment, yet they had no power to resist this powerful cavalry.

"Ah, the taste of blood, the aura of despair, always so delightful!!"

In front of the flesh altar, protected by a squad of shield warriors, the human woman prepared to begin her devout prayer. She took a deep breath of the bloody air in the valley, revealing a crazy, infatuated expression, before placing the crystal in her hand on the forehead of the statue in the center of the altar. A mysterious wave began to spread around the altar.

One by one, the still wriggling, even fresh, bodies of the natives were impaled by the cavalry with spears, dragged by ropes, and thrown into the slowly rotating obsidian millstone, turning into clumps of minced meat and energy amidst cries of agony, eventually forming a pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

After the pillar of light, with waves of light rippling, abyssal demons slowly walked out of the pillar. Mostly, they were low-level demons from the abyss, such as Quell, Slay, and Bagura demons. The remaining smaller portion were mid-level demons acting as leaders: Horned Demons with only one sharp horn on their heads, Flauros Demons with bat-like fleshy wings on their backs, and Reincarnation Demons radiating waves of flickering fire halos, quadrupedal beasts.

Until, finally, a Berserker Demon, over 3 meters tall, with a burly figure and bone armor covering its body, carrying a long, abyssal iron greatsword on its back, slowly revealed its true form, a faint aura of a strongman filling the valley.

The abyssal demons had just set foot in the material plane, and they were excited and jubilant. Looking at the evil god's followers in front of them, covered in heavy armor and exuding a tempting aura, their eyes were also full of madness and desire, and they might attack these fresh flesh from the material plane at any moment. Only after the appearance of this Berserker Demon did the madness in the eyes of the mid- and low-level demons gradually subside. They still secretly spied on these followers of the evil god, and then extended their evil claws to the dozen or so surviving captives in the valley, barely satisfying their cravings and celebrating their arrival in the material plane.

"Ferol, you've worked hard."

After the Berserker Demon arrived, the charming woman restrained the charm and laziness on her face, and replaced it with a look of awe as she faced the Berserker Demon. This powerful Berserker Demon was only one step away from entering the legendary realm. This time, he took the initiative to lead the team to the material plane, hoping to devour more souls and flesh of intelligent creatures in the material plane to help himself advance.

"Mm."

The Berserker Demon lightly twitched his nose, considering it a response to the woman. At the same time, he took a deep breath of the not-so-pleasant air in the valley. Compared to the eternal sulfurous atmosphere in the endless abyss, this unpleasant smell was simply as tempting as perfume, not to mention that the previous slaughter had filled the valley with the aura of blood, despair, and other things that demons extremely liked.

"What's the situation around here? Are there any large tribes?"

After being lost in thought for a while, the Berserker Demon Ferol regained his senses. The first thing he did was to understand the surrounding situation of his current location.

"Reporting, Lord, 500 miles east of us, there is a goblin tribe with a population of over a thousand. Apart from that, there are no other tribes worth your attention within a thousand miles around."

"3,000 miles southeast, there is also a powerful Kobold Thunder Tribe with a population of over 8,000, and there are also 2 legendary powerhouses stationed there..."

The human woman, Vicki, unfolded a map and pointed to the marked locations on the map, introducing the surrounding situation to the demon who had come from afar.

"In this goblin tribe, are there any strongmen worthy of my attention?"

Ferol didn't care about the things on the map, he just stared at the map location marked with Green Lake Village and asked lightly.

Berserker Demons pursue madness and excitement, and they like to fight against the strong one-on-one. In their opinion, this can gain the attention of the abyss and then obtain the opportunity for promotion. Ferol's biggest goal this time was to break through to the legendary level, and then he would be able to have a place in the 46th layer of the abyss and become a lord.

For this goal, Ferol hoped to find strongmen in the material plane to challenge, and then devour the souls and bodies of these strongmen to break through the current shackles.

"Yes, the tribe leader, Bear Goblin Allen. Weathers, is said to be a powerful level 15 warrior, and he is also looking for his own legendary path."

Vicki's intelligence had omissions. The barren and declining environment on the Green Field Plains had prevented Allen, this powerhouse, from truly going all out for several years.

The last time, taking advantage of the fact that the other party was in the tribal martial arts competition stage, Vicki sent a team of wilderness tribes disguised as adventurers to inquire about information, and by the way, let one of her level 15 Bear Goblin followers test the strength of Allen, the leader. If this subordinate could directly kill the green-skinned leader at that time, that would be great; even if he couldn't kill the other party, he could also gain a lot of information that could not be seen from the outside from it.

The final result was that the level 15 Bear Goblin subordinate was casually chopped in half by the other party. Vicki used this as a reference to estimate that Allen's strength should also reach the peak of level 15.

But in fact, Allen's true level was only level 14, and he had not yet taken the step to reach level 15.

"Oh? Then what are we waiting for!!"

After hearing this information, Ferol was overjoyed, and then let out a long roar to the sky. Hundreds of abyssal demons who were tearing, chewing, and eating all raised their heads and looked at the leader of their team.

"You lucky guys, don't just enjoy yourselves, forget your mission!!"

"In the east, there is a target rich in flesh and blood, go and break it for me, bring back their flesh and blood!!!"

"Kill!!"

"Awoo!!!"

"Waka Waka!!"

Under Ferol's instigation, a group of demons fell into madness and excitement, and their suppressed chaotic nature was revealed again. Following the direction of the other party's finger, they rushed out of this secluded valley and began to sprint towards the distant east.

"Gagaga, Ferman World, I, Ferol, am here!!!"

After a roar, the Berserker Demon Ferol roared with cruel and excited eyes. With his legs pressing hard on the ground, the whole person was like a cannonball soaring into the sky, and when he landed again, he was more than ten meters away.

"Lord, what should we do?"

The human cavalry leader lightly patted the frightened warhorse under his feet and came to the female priest Vicki.

"Let's follow them."

Vicki rubbed the bridge of her nose, quite annoyed, and said.