Green Monster Epic

Chapter 293: The Devil Strikes Again (6,000 words, requesting votes!!)

Allen wasn't worried that his direct and brutal actions would give the two wilderness tribal leaders any other ideas.

The wilderness is just that direct. As long as you are strong enough, and your tribe is powerful enough, then you are qualified to bully other tribes at will without worrying about them seeking revenge.

Of course, you and your tribe must always remain strong, otherwise the consequences will be very tragic. For details, please refer to the Bonecrusher Tribe next door. Although Allen didn't destroy them himself, the end result was the same.

After some hammering, the effect was significant. Mauro led people out to Tidal Bay to work, and they were gone for seven days. When they came back, everyone's face was full of fatigue and hardship. Allen asked softly, and after getting a rough number from Mauro, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Everyone has worked hard. Tonight, I will prepare a hearty meal for everyone, all you can eat!!!"

Just a simple sentence immediately brought tears to the eyes of the gnolls and lizardmen who had been working outside for days, and they were extremely excited. There is no reward that can win everyone's hearts more than this. Green Lake Village aside, the skills of the village cooks are definitely the most awesome in the entire wilderness!

"Thank you, Chief Allen!!"

Many gluttons drooled at the corners of their mouths, imagining what delicious food would come next, while the clever ones took the opportunity to show their goodwill to Allen and express their gratitude.

Allen never hesitated to reward those who contributed, even if the target was not a goblin. But since the other party had made contributions, he naturally didn't mind spending some food to win people's hearts.

While Green Lake Village was enjoying a long-lost delicacy, a bloody massacre and sacrifice had just come to an end in the vast foothills hundreds of miles to the west.

Vicky inadvertently twisted her slender waist, and the newly grown skin on her back made her feel a numb sensation like ants crawling. The power of the last mission allowed her to receive a distant punishment from the gods. The skin on her entire back was whipped into a mass of烂泥 by the thorny whip, and the gods' anger gradually dissipated.

Afterwards, it took Vicky and her men more than a month to reassemble the corpses needed to reopen the flesh and blood altar. Finally, when the passage opened, and a six-armed snake demon dragging a long snake tail appeared in the valley, the remaining demon team in the valley, who had been disobeying Vicky's orders, immediately shivered and turned from their lazy corpse-lying behavior, back into a abyss demon full of fighting spirit and killing intent.

"The master is very dissatisfied with you, woman!"

The snake demon, who had just vacated the passage, spoke in a hoarse voice, revealing a sinister aura. Looking at Vicky always made her feel a chill in her heart.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault for not handling things well."

Vicky didn't dare to argue, although she had already accepted the punishment.

"From now on, this team, including you, will be commanded by me. Tell me about the surrounding situation."

The six-armed snake demon, Hongjila, directly seized the leadership of the team as soon as he spoke, and didn't care whether Vicky was willing or not. Behind him, hundreds of middle and low-level demons were slowly pouring out of the newly opened passage. As soon as they came out, they roared to the sky, venting their excitement, and then merged into the ranks of their defeated companions.

Before long, the entire demon group was in chaos. A large number of demons began to fight each other naked, and when they got excited, some demons even tore their opponents apart before giving up. Hongjila didn't care about this situation at all. This was a contest between demons to fight for leadership. After the victory or defeat was determined and the hierarchy was delineated, it would naturally subside.

Vicky felt uncomfortable. The team she had pulled out was taken away without saying a word. No one would be happy about it, but the wounds from the punishment on her body hadn't healed yet, and she needed to re-establish her merits in front of the gods. What else could she say? She just held her breath and accepted it.

After a brief statement, Hongjila finally understood the ins and outs of what happened before.

"That is to say, if we want to capture some more flesh and blood sacrifices, we either have to dismantle the altar and move elsewhere, or we still have to follow in Feller's footsteps and occupy the bear goblin tribe in the east?"

Hongjila had a gloomy face and didn't act like a demon at all. He didn't have the arrogance, and there was no madness in his eyes. More than that, he showed caution and calmness.

"Yes."

Vicky nodded and didn't give any more suggestions.

"Okay, tell me about the situation of this bear goblin."

"… …"

In fact, although there seemed to be many choices, Vicky knew that what the snake demon leader would really choose must be the green-skinned tribe with thousands of people in front of him.

The reason is simple: the materials needed to rebuild the flesh and blood altar are very troublesome. At this time, other flesh and blood altars in the wilderness must have already been put into operation. The demon army has already invaded this vast land, which means that there is no more time to waste on early preparations.

After all, the wilderness is the home of the natives. With hundreds of legendary powerful forces, if they were to launch a full-scale attack, I am afraid that their scattered demon army would not even have time to summon the legendary powerhouses from the abyss before they would fall into the hands of the wilderness powerhouses.

It is not impossible to summon a legendary powerhouse from the abyss from a smaller flesh and blood altar, but it requires more flesh and blood sacrifices. If they can break through the bear goblin tribe in front of them and turn the thousands of people in their village into nourishment for the flesh and blood altar, they will be able to summon a abyss legend to enter the wilderness.

After not seeing any traces of demons for more than a month, Green Lake Village's movements gradually loosened up. The tribesmen did what they were supposed to do, as if they were no longer going to pay attention to the disappeared demons.

The gnolls and lizardmen are now used to going to the distant Tidal Bay from time to time. They stay there for several days and engage in farming, which is not too strenuous for their physical strength. After returning, they can have a big meal, and life is quite comfortable.

In the distant sky, a long trail of thick smoke suddenly appeared. As the thick smoke rose, the entire Green Lake Village entered a state of combat.

The seemingly calm Green Lake Village actually arranged several warriors who were good at speed dozens of miles to the west, scattered in the wilderness. They didn't need to do anything else, they just needed to climb up the high crowns of the坚桃 trees and watch the western horizon. If they found any signs of a large number of creatures passing by, they would light the wolf smoke that had been prepared early to give the village an early warning.

This simple trick can provide Green Lake Village with enough reaction time. When the hundreds of demon troops that rushed out of the western foothills ran to Green Lake Village, the lizardmen, gnolls, and scattered foreign travelers living outside the village had already moved into the village. On the tall stone walls, a group of people from various races gathered, holding weapons and staring solemnly at the opponents they had fought before.

Without the panic when facing legendary creatures at the beginning, the goblins of Green Lake Village now have a stronger murderous aura in their eyes. The pain of losing their loved ones before is still settling in their hearts, and when they see the culprits again, everyone naturally reveals hateful eyes.

The newly joined gnolls and lizardmen have relatively weaker fighting spirit. After all, it is the first time they have witnessed legendary creatures with their own eyes, and they seem as panicked as the goblins before. Fortunately, with the goblins as companions and the tall walls guarding them, everyone's faces are not so ugly.

"This, this is the demon from the abyss?"

The corpses of the previous abyss demons, except for the useful materials, were all burned by Allen to prevent the breeding of any plagues in the scorching heat. Therefore, Boban and Lasco were seeing the true face of a demon for the first time, and their faces were also somewhat pale.

"What's wrong, scared?"

Flower Snake stroked the thin sword in her hand, disdainfully staring at the group of somewhat different demon troops in the distance outside the village walls.

"Hmph, no demon has ever survived my spiked club. It seems this time I'll let it taste what the blood of a demon tastes like!"

Boban chuckled, his eyes gradually becoming excited. He grabbed the spiked club with his right hand and squeezed it hard, feeling the real touch the weapon brought him.

"I'll say you're a brave one!"

Mauro patted Boban on the shoulder and smiled at him.

While Allen was observing the demon army, Hongjila, the six-armed snake demon in the distance, was also watching the small city with good defensive capabilities with his sharp eyes. In front of him, the teams of demons seemed to have changed their nature, lined up in rows according to their race. Although there was a little commotion, they barely maintained their formation.

"Attack!"

As Hongjila waved his hand, the first to charge were not the low-level demons such as the Quivering Demons and Slaughter Demons, who were originally used as cannon fodder, but the middle-level Horned Demons, who were strong and good at charging. The first batch of remaining Horned Demons, plus the Horned Demons who came with Hongjila later, now numbered nearly 15. At Hongjila's order, they began to stride with their strong bodies and launched a charge towards Green Lake Village.

Close behind them were the Quivering Demons, Slaughter Demons, and other low-level demons, while the Vrock Demons, who could glide at low altitudes, surrounded the low-level demon formation and moved with the low-level demons. The remaining Succubus Demons, because they possessed fire-based damage with a range of effect, were instead left at the end, waiting for the first Horned Demons to climb onto the Green Lake city walls before slowly striding forward and advancing into the field.

By the time the Succubus Demons arrived under the Green Lake stone wall, the demon army had already gained a foothold on the city wall. Hongjila, the six-armed snake demon, invested all his forces at once. Although this would bring huge losses at the beginning, the Horned Demons were thick-skinned, fleshy, and good at climbing. Although they were intercepted by the warriors on the stone wall, their tyrannical mid-level combat strength was not something that ordinary goblins, lizards, and other warriors could directly confront. Therefore, they quickly opened up the situation.

The low-level demons who followed up suffered much less loss as a result and climbed onto the high stone wall. During this time, the Vrock Demons pressed down from the side, containing several places on the stone wall's ramparts where manpower was strong, creating better opportunities for the low-level demons below.

With the support of reinforcements behind them, the Horned Demons went from barely holding on at the beginning to now being liberated, and they fought more calmly.

Soon, many low-level demons broke into Green Lake Village and began to destroy and kill.

Allen's face was very ugly. The opponent's sudden change of tactics was very sharp, and many of his preparations were easily resolved.

Lizardmen and Gnoll warriors were assigned to the front line, desperately intercepting the demon's siege tide with 50 goblin warriors. It couldn't be said that they weren't brave enough, it's just that the strength of the enemies they faced was too strong. A mid-level combatant could easily deal with 4-5 low-level combatant attacks, and the narrow ramparts were not suitable for a large number of warriors to fight. Therefore, when the Horned Demons who launched the charge climbed onto the city wall, except for Allen, Dajiang, and other mid- and high-level combatants who could fight the enemies in front of them, the low-level warrior positions at the other rampart openings were mostly quickly torn open by the Horned Demons, occupied by the low-level demons who followed closely, and used as a support point to launch attacks on the positions at the other two ends.

At the same time, many demons climbed down the occupied ramparts and jumped directly into the village, launching destruction on the village, which made the warriors fighting on the ramparts start to worry and hesitate, fearing that something unexpected would happen at home.

With a fierce slash of his sword, Allen cut down the Horned Demon who had blocked him for a short time. He took advantage of the situation and ran back and forth in front of the place where he was standing, quickly reclaiming a section of the rampart that had become a demon position. Allen was not happy at all about winning this victory, because around him, more ramparts were falling, and countless Gnoll and Lizardmen warriors began to jump off the stone wall and plunge into the complex alleys of the village, showing signs of collapse.

Although the goblin warriors were still fighting desperately and showed no signs of retreating, Allen knew that this situation would not last long.

"Send the signal!"

Allen could only use the last resort. As the signal was sent out and reached the top of the mountain, Flower Snake once again led a large number of warriors to rush down the mountain to the battlefield.

This time, the number of warriors under Flower Snake was significantly larger, with more than 200. With their joining, the demon troops raging in the village were gradually contained.

Where did Green Lake Village get so many warriors?

It's very simple. If someone observes carefully, they will see that many of these goblins have chests that are trembling, and they are the females of the Bear Goblins and Great Goblins in the tribe.

On the city wall, Allen forced Boban and Lasco to send all the people in their tribe who could fight over as the first wave of cannon fodder to attack. The 50 or so goblin warriors distributed in the Lizardmen and Gnoll teams were more for the purpose of supervising and suppressing the battle.

The remaining elite of the tribe were left to Flower Snake by Allen and temporarily stayed in the square on the top of the mountain as reserves, to be used only after the demon army broke through the defense on the stone wall. The reason why females were included was because the last time they saw females fighting low-level demons, they were not at a disadvantage. Therefore, not knowing how many demons would appear in the next attack, Allen's cautious attitude still led him to select the strong females who were not combat troops and add them to Flower Snake's reserve army.

Originally, according to the experience of fighting demons, the opponent's first wave of attack should also be to use low-level cannon fodder to consume the limited combat power of Green Lake Village. In this way, Allen could use this group of Lizardmen and Gnolls who were still capable of fighting to resist the demons for a long time. When the demons began to use the mid-level combatants in their hands and launched a strong attack, he would send out Flower Snake and the other well-rested goblin backbones, thinking that they could completely replicate the results of the previous demon attack and should be able to defend Green Lake Village.

As for the losses, as long as the village could be preserved, everything would be worth it.

But now that the demon army had changed a commander, it had completely changed its tactical deployment. The Gnolls and Lizardmen who were used as cannon fodder were almost powerless in front of the powerful Horned Demon squad and were quickly killed to the point of losing their fighting spirit. This was the combat power that a native tribe in the wilderness should have. It was normal for them to collapse in adversity, and it was also the first reaction of the native warriors when they saw that the situation was not good.

In the village, Flower Snake led a group of reinforcements to join, and finally stabilized the battle. Allen rushed left and right on the city wall and finally found the tribal chiefs Boban and Lasco on the north side of the city wall, seemingly fighting fiercely with the two Horned Demons, but in reality, they were fighting with many reservations.

An Aura Strike shot from afar, enveloping Boban along with the horned demon he was fighting. Boban frantically tried to defend, eventually dodging Allen's Aura Strike. However, the horned demon he was facing was struck by the Aura Strike, a bloody gash appearing on its body. Simultaneously, a figure swiftly lunged towards the horned demon's staggering form.

“Swish!!”

With a decisive and clean Triple Ripple Strike, Allen beheaded Boban's opponent, then turned his head, his icy gaze fixed on Boban.

“I'll give you half an hour to gather your routed tribesmen and bring them back to fight. Otherwise, if my tribe wins this battle, you and your jackals will all go down to the River Styx to accompany my dead tribesmen.”

“Of course, you can try throwing yourselves in with these demons and see if they'll spare your lives!!”

“…Ah?”

Boban's large eyes widened, and he roared with indignation, “What more do you want from me, you bastard? Haven't you seen the blood I've shed for your tribe?”

Indeed, although there was a hint of slyness, Boban did bear scars on his body. After all, his opponents were demons from the abyss, skilled in combat. A moment's carelessness could have led to his death on the spot.

“Get your brain straight. If my Green Field Tribe is defeated today, do you think your Ivan Tribe can survive? Without our tribe holding the line, which tribe in this wilderness can withstand the attacks of these ferocious demons?”

Allen completely ignored Boban's grievances and complaints, pointing to the Flower Snake and his group engaged in fierce battle in the village, then glancing at the tall figure still standing motionless on the west side of the village, and the silent, grim cavalry force.

“Get lost, and quickly drag those cowards from your tribe out here. No matter what method you use, you must make them come out and fight alongside my tribesmen.”

Allen kicked Boban off the city wall. After tumbling a few times in the air, Boban regained his balance and landed on the ground. He glared fiercely at Allen before turning and running towards the place where the jackal women, children, and young ones were housed.

In the same manner, Allen once again helped Raskol out of a predicament. However, compared to Boban's foolish brain, Raskol, having witnessed the power of the demons, didn't need Allen to explain much. He simply nodded decisively, turned, and jumped off the city wall to find those useless tribesmen.

In the village and on the city walls, the fighting remained intense. However, although the number of combatants in the village was greater, there were not many truly powerful mid-level warriors. This was because more mid-level warriors were being held back by Allen, Dajiang, Mauro, and other mid-level warriors on the high walls, preventing the enemy from scaling the walls and wreaking havoc on the relatively weaker tribesmen in the village.

Allen was constantly moving, but his focus was more on the cavalry force still standing in the distance, and the powerful demon chieftain with six arms, carrying several scimitars behind him.

Having just jumped off the city wall, the cursing and grumbling Boban quickly found a team of jackal warriors. At this time, they were fighting with sporadic low-level demons while rummaging through the empty goblin dwellings, looking for anything worth looting.

The non-combatant goblin tribesmen in the village had been orderly evacuated to the mountainside as soon as the signal fires were seen in the wilderness, temporarily abandoning the buildings and houses below, leaving them as a battlefield for the tribe's warriors to fight.

Sending the weaker tribesmen to the battlefield might seem like it would add some manpower and help, but in reality, these tribesmen were the weakest in will. A moment's carelessness could cause a rout, which in turn would bring psychological pressure to the Green Field Tribe, which was already at a disadvantage in the fierce battle.

Normally, these jackal-folk would never have the opportunity to be invited to the goblin's home as guests, because their fishy and smelly body odor, and their habit of tearing at each other at the slightest disagreement, were truly unpleasant. And the jackal-folk looked at the goblins like country bumpkins looking at the rich, feeling that every household was rich and, most importantly, had food reserves. Which jackal-folk wouldn't be envious?

Having such a good opportunity to loot the goblin's residence, these short-sighted jackal-folk would naturally not let such a good opportunity pass.

“Sura, you son of a bitch, what are you doing?!!”

Boban, dragging his nail-studded club, saw the behavior of his tribesmen, and his old face suddenly turned ashen. He rushed up and gave them a fierce beating, until Sura on the ground begged for mercy before Boban let these guys go.

“Follow me!!”

After a beating, a group of jackal-folk had bruises on their noses and mouths, but it also allowed them to be re-tamed under Boban's tyranny. They followed Boban together and continued to converge at the jackal-folk settlement. When Boban found the main force of the rout, the thirty-odd jackal warriors who had secretly slipped back to the jackal-folk settlement were dragging the females of the tribe away, and the leader was Boban's usual confidant in the tribe, Yeniz.

“Chief!!”

The jackal-folk females were more loyal than the males. At this time, although their eyes flickered with some intention, they were afraid that taking the cubs around them out to risk their lives would lead to death when they heard the increasingly fierce fighting around them. Therefore, they hesitated, holding their children and not moving forward.

Until they saw Boban returning with more than ten jackal-folk, a female shouted with joy.

Yeniz raised his head awkwardly, then took a few steps and ran towards Boban, about to say some good words with a flattering look, but what greeted him was Boban's nail-studded club full of scars.

Yeniz had been prepared for this. He rolled to the side, dodging Boban's heavy hammer, and quickly begged for mercy: “Chief, I was wrong!! Spare me!!”

Boban had a murderous look on his face, ignoring Yeniz's pleas for mercy. He smashed hammer after hammer with all his might, never holding back, until Yeniz was unable to dodge and his left calf was broken, rolling several times on the ground.

“Chief, spare me!! Spare me!!”

A mere level 8 warrior, facing a level 11 berserker, had no power to face his peak, so Yeniz had no thought of resistance except to beg for mercy.

“Bang!!”

Yeniz's large head, like a watermelon being smashed with a stick, was smashed to pieces.

When Boban showed his gloomy face again, scanning the surrounding jackal-folk, none dared to meet his gaze. The fierce aura directly suppressed all the jackal-folk present.

“Ten females stay to take care of the children, and all the others pick up the weapons in your hands and kill your way back with me!!”

“Anyone who dares to run away privately, I'll let you roll to the River Styx with Yeniz!!!!!”

On the other side, Raskol also quickly gathered a group of routed tribesmen and came to his settlement.

“Listen to me, everyone, follow me later, let's kill our way out!!”

“This is the war of the Green Skins. There is no need for the warriors of my Cangmang Tribe to fight to the death for them!!”

“Go!!”

Raskol made an emergency mobilization, but his behavior was completely different from Boban's. The loyalty and obedience shown in front of Allen was just Raskol's appearance. He and the warriors in his tribe had already sacrificed enough for the Green Skins. Seeing that the final trend of this battle was probably not optimistic, Raskol did not want to accompany a group of Green Skins to their deaths.

At the north gate, Raskol led a group of tribesmen, suddenly rebelling and turning against the enemy, scattering a team of goblin warriors stationed at the north gate, taking the opportunity to open the only entrance and exit of Green Lake Village. Then, Raskol led the remaining 50 or so members of his tribe, running wildly towards the east of the wilderness.