Green Monster Epic

Chapter 294: Teetering (7600 words, consider it a small burst?)

“You, go!!”

A retreating group appeared at the north village entrance, precisely the opportunity the Six-Armed Snake Demon Hongji La had been waiting for. He immediately waved his hand behind him, and the human cavalry leader under Vicki led his team of 20 cavalrymen, slowly urging their mounts into a charging posture.

On the other side, Allen, upon seeing the human cavalry he feared most begin to move in the distance, quickly scanned the battle situation within the village and soon locked onto the gate that had been breached in the village.

Allen's eyes were fierce, his bear nose twitched violently, and he shouted loudly: “Pavao, take men and close the north gate for me!! Immediately!!!”

“Understood!!”

With a wave of his hand, several goblin warriors close to Pavao suddenly unleashed a wave of fierce counterattacks, catching their opponents off guard. Taking the opportunity to stab and injure their opponents, forcing them to retreat, they leaped off the high wall and rushed towards the breached north gate.

As the north gate opened, many scattered gnolls, lizardmen, and even goblins began to sneak towards the village gate. Once they approached the village gate, they rushed out without looking back, leaving behind a series of receding figures.

Pavao and his men were undoubtedly fast, but compared to the human cavalry, who had four legs and reacted in the first instance, they were still a step slower. However, Pavao and his men were closer, and the two sides ultimately met directly at the north gate entrance.

The cavalry's speed had already reached its peak. Accompanied by a rumbling sound on the ground, they charged directly towards the heavy ironwood gate of Green Lake Village, which had been breached from the inside. Inside the gate, Pavao and several goblin warriors used all their strength, desperately trying to close the gate. The cavalry grew closer and closer, and the village gate was gradually closing.

“Puff!!”

“Ah!!”

A goblin warrior was struck by a sudden spear, and while letting out a shrill scream, he flew backward, along with the spear, crashing onto the solid ground and rolling several times, twitching.

With the support of one less strong warrior, Pavao and his men's actions to close the gate slowed down a bit. At this time, Pavao's face was flushed, and the thick blood vessels and muscles on his arms were like hard steel, bursting out with fierce power.

Human cavalry leader Saridin Price, facing the gradually closing gate, had no intention of stopping his mount. Under his leadership, the cavalry army, like arrows, charged straight towards the gate.

The two sides met on a narrow road, it all depended on who had the stronger will and who had more courage.

“Dong! Dong dong! Dong dong!”

“Hiss~~”

Because of the closing of the gate, several cavalrymen charging in the lead crashed directly into the heavy ironwood gate. The two leading warhorses broke their fragile necks on the spot, inlaid like sesame cakes on the partially opened village gate. Only Saridin, as one with his warhorse, passed through the narrow gap that had not yet fully closed, and incidentally used his spear to knock away a goblin warrior behind the gate.

Under the impact of a dozen powerful cavalrymen, the Green Lake Village gate trembled. Pavao and four of his clansmen behind the gate turned from green to purple, desperately blocking the gate, unwilling to give up even a step, but they were still uncontrollably pushed open by the opponent's impact.

“Father!! I'll help you!!”

Several more goblin warriors rushed over, led by Pavao's eldest son, Bazel, shouting to encourage the struggling clansmen.

“Seeking death!!”

After Saridin rushed into the gate, he pulled the reins to slowly stop his warhorse. Just as he was about to kill back and drive away the goblins blocking the gate, he happened to collide with the goblin who had caught up to support him. With a flick of his spear, Bazel only felt a black shadow flash before his eyes and quickly raised the axe face to block it. Under a strong impact, Bazel involuntarily retreated several steps before regaining his balance.

“Huh?”

Although Saridin was a little surprised, his hands were not slow, and he immediately supplemented another shot, but it was still blocked by the opponent's wide axe face. Although, the opponent retreated several steps again.

“You go help my father, I'll stop him!!”

Bazel, feeling the gap in strength between the two sides, immediately activated the Rage skill with a frantically beating heart. A fierce Whirlwind Axe swept across a 3-meter range, and anyone who wanted to pass through had to face Bazel's fully-powered giant axe.

“Ding!! Ding!! Dang!! Ding!!”

“Shua shua shua!! Shua shua shua!!”

Under the Gale Stab combat skill, a spear in Saridin's hand turned into a summer rainstorm. The dense spear tips stretched and retracted like snake letters, easily dissolving Bazel's Whirlwind Axe learned from the inheritance crystal. Before Bazel could regroup, Saridin's spear attacked again, stabbing towards Bazel's body like rain. The warhorse under his feet, in sync with his mind, also slowly moved, making Saridin's attacks even more tricky.

Bazel had outstanding talent in strength, fiercely wielding the heavy axe straight and chopping heavily, giving up the protection of his non-vital parts, determined to destroy the mount under Saridin first. The axe blade either chopped at the warhorse's neck or chopped down on its limbs, forcing Saridin to retract the spear blade to protect the warhorse.

The gap in strength was in front of them. What could a mid-level warrior like Bazel do to stop a high-level warrior?

It was just fighting for his life.

Blood flowed straight from the places where the armor could not cover his body. Bazel's heavy axe finally chopped off a warhorse's leg in exchange for several pierced wounds on his body. Saridin, who had dismounted, danced the spear in his hand, turning it into a stick and smashing it fiercely at the opponent in front of him, smashing Bazel, who had erupted with the Rage skill, back hard.

The stick body turned again, the spear tip emerged, and with a push and a pull, it once again left deep wounds on Bazel's body.

Bazel gritted his teeth and persevered. On the opposite side, several goblin warriors who rushed up to help, together with Pavao and his men, regained the initiative of the village gate, pushing the gate, which was originally being squeezed open, slowly and resolutely inward again.

The fine iron door buckle and the boulder bolt that fixed the gate slowly emitted dust. No one knew whether the city gate, which was being wrestled by both sides, would collapse on the spot in the next second. Until the heavy door gap slowly closed, blocking the last hope for the cavalry team behind him to enter Green Lake Village and wreak havoc, Bazel was also pierced through his left eye by Saridin's spear. The heavy giant axe fell to the ground with a clang, and Bazel's strong body also slowly fell.

So tired, Father!!

Bazel's eyes revealed a faint look of fatigue, and he slowly closed his eyes.

“Bazel!!!!!!”

Pavao, who was in his prime at over 40 years old, breathed a sigh of relief and turned to pick up the hammer on the ground to help his son when he saw this scene. Pavao, with wide eyes, suddenly became blurred, and then a piece of scarlet appeared in front of him. The violent aura, coupled with the boundless anger in his heart, activated the Rage skill before he even arrived.

Pavao, who was at the peak of level 12, finally took another step forward in the extreme grief of his eldest son's death, breaking through to level 13.

In fact, Pavao at level 13 already had the strength to fight the knight Saridin who had lost his warhorse. It was just that he had lost his mind under anger and activated the Rage skill, which might become the final weight for victory.

“Dang!!”

Pavao did not change his weapon and choose to use an axe-type weapon with an inheritance crystal, but still used the nail-headed hammer he had been accustomed to for many years. At this time, a nail-headed hammer tailored for him danced like a butterfly in his hand, without a trace, but Saridin, who was fighting against him, felt heavy pressure.

One strike would numb the tiger's mouth of his hand. Many combat skills that should have been used in coordination with the warhorse were lost because the warhorse was injured and could not be ridden, causing Saridin's combat power to lose a lot. He could only rely on the Gale Spear to confront Pavao.

Puff!!

The spear directly pierced a large hole in Pavao's lower abdomen. Saridin, delighted in his heart, turned his wrist at the same time, stirring the spear tip in the opponent's abdomen, trying to create greater damage. In surprise, Pavao's left hand released the action of holding the nail-headed hammer and turned to grab Saridin's spear shaft. With an outstanding talent in strength and the blessing of the Rage skill, Pavao's burst directly turned Saridin's hasty attempt to retrieve the spear into wishful thinking.

The spear tip didn't retreat but advanced. After gaining control of the spear, Pavao ferociously sent the spearhead towards his own back. While the spear tip directly pierced his lower abdomen, it also forced Saridin to move forward with the spear, taking several steps forward, otherwise he would have to actively abandon the spear.

As his opponent moved forward, Pavao's right hand had already been raised high, delivering a heavy blow, enhanced by his mastery of the Heavy Blow specialization, slamming fiercely towards Saridin.

Although consumed by anger, as soon as he engaged in battle with Saridin, Pavao gradually regained his rationality, rediscovering the feeling of a wilderness native hunting prey. Deliberately exposing a flaw, allowing the opponent's spear to pierce his non-vital lower abdomen, and then controlling the opponent's weapon, was the tactic Pavao had planned from the beginning.

Pavao didn't know how battles were fought elsewhere, but in the wilderness, even if he was far weaker than his opponent, as long as he seized the opportunity, trading injuries for life was the most common tactic used by two elite and fierce warriors. Because wilderness natives didn't have many inherited combat skills, nor did they understand many specializations, so they could only gamble with their lives for a chance to counter-kill.

The hammer wind of the spiked hammer came head-on. Saridin only had two paths in front of him: one was to ignore everything and simply crash into the heavily injured earth spirit's embrace, engaging in close combat; the other was to abandon the spear in his hand, retreat backward, and then buy time until the opponent's Frenzy skill dissipated and their strength declined before making further plans.

After a moment's hesitation, Saridin, who cherished his life even more, released his hands and took a step back, stopping the pulling motion and narrowly dodging Pavao's heavy blow with the spiked hammer.

Swish!!!

As the opponent abandoned his weapon, Pavao's left hand also thrust fiercely backward, the entire spear passing straight through his back, falling far away onto an open space. Without looking at the injury in his lower abdomen, Pavao dragged his wounded body, pierced through front and back, still bleeding and with half of his intestines exposed, and ran wildly towards Saridin, who was about to draw his scimitar to defend himself.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Without combat skills, they created their own. Under Allen's leadership, the Green Field Tribe's advanced combat professionals were using their imagination and creativity, as well as the experience they had accumulated during their daily battles, to create combat skills that were more suitable for themselves, even if these combat skills themselves had many flaws, or were perhaps somewhat immature.

The hammer technique Pavao wielded with the spiked hammer at this time was his self-created Wild Wind Hammer. After one hammer strike failed, he didn't retract it, but instead used the force of the rebound to draw an arc in the air, while simultaneously applying the next force in his hand to the spiked hammer, adding the two together to make the second hammer stronger and fiercer.

The scimitar was repeatedly knocked away in front of the Wild Wind Hammer. The difference in strength, as well as the fact that he hadn't invested too much in swordsmanship, caused Saridin's combat power to drop to a very low level, and he was repeatedly forced back by Pavao, avoiding his sharp edge.

Pavao pressed his advantage, his hammer strikes becoming heavier and heavier, forcing the opponent to defend weakly. Carelessly, the spiked hammer grazed Saridin's lower ribs, and with two cracking sounds, Saridin only felt a pain in his abdomen, and then lost consciousness. As for exactly how many ribs were broken, he didn't know.

The eruption time of the Frenzy skill was gradually coming to an end, but Saridin, relying on his rich combat experience, although he had suffered many injuries, had finally held on. As the strength of the spiked hammer in Pavao's hand gradually disappeared, Saridin knew that his most dangerous time had passed.

The Frenzy skill completely disappeared, and Pavao's combat power suddenly decreased by more than half. His hands went weak, and he could no longer exert his tyrannical strength. The rapid breathing in his chest and the wound in his abdomen, with his intestines dragging out, made Pavao feel dizzy, but he still persevered with his firm will and the fire of revenge.

Saridin stood up again, the strength of the scimitar in his hand suddenly became stronger, and the frequency of his swings also became faster. The balance between the two suddenly shifted.

Pfft!!

The scimitar once again achieved success, cutting a deep scar on Pavao's chest, almost revealing the ribs, but what he got in return was a black shadow pouncing straight at his face. Pavao actually threw the spiked hammer in his hand directly, smashing it fiercely towards Saridin's face.

Tilting his head, Saridin easily dodged the opponent's spiked hammer, and a larger figure pounced up. Pavao's entire body followed the momentary blind spot created by the spiked hammer, directly pouncing on Saridin.

Saridin was immediately startled into a cold sweat. He thrust the scimitar forward, wanting to relieve the siege by attacking the base, but he underestimated the wilderness warrior's determination to fight to the death. Again, there was a sound of tearing flesh, and the long scimitar pierced through Pavao's chest, passing close to his heart.

Not giving Saridin a chance to enlarge the wound, Pavao's arms, like pliers, fiercely hugged Saridin, who was protected by heavy armor like an iron barrel, around the waist.

Squeak!!!! Crack crack!!!! Gurgle!!!!

The sound of the armor deforming, the sound of bones breaking, and the sound of blood spurting from the mouths of the two people mixed together. When the last wave of eruption ended, Pavao, heavily injured and on the verge of death, collapsed weakly.

And Pavao's opponent, Saridin, whose waist was still tightly twisted by his arms, landed heavily on the ground, propping himself up with the scimitar as if he was the final victor of this battle. But then his body slumped softly to the ground, the solid armor making a series of rubbing sounds against the ground, pressing Pavao under him. The two could be considered to have suffered a Pyrrhic victory.

It's just that at this time, no one could pay attention to the newly concluded fight, nor did they know the final result of the two warriors' battle, because the sounds of fighting and shouting around them rose and fell one after another, and everyone was fighting desperately.

The north gate was finally blocked, temporarily preventing that cavalry from outside the city from rushing in, which was great news for Allen and the Green Lake Village people.

If the cavalry were allowed to rush into the village, the damage caused by this cavalry would be immeasurable. Although many cavalrymen who had lost their warhorses transformed into infantry, climbing the spear shafts and scarves into the village, trying to help their comrades reopen the village gate, they had not been successful so far under the desperate fighting of the goblin warriors.

On the high walls of the village and at the foot of the mountain within the village, the demon forces, relying on their numerical and strength advantages, gradually gained the upper hand. The warriors of the Green Field Tribe were still fighting stubbornly, but as one brave warrior after another died, as the women and children in the village, who should have been protected but were now raising their weapons to fight, gradually lost their fighting spirit, the battle finally developed in a direction that Allen did not want to see.

With a powerful strike, Allen killed a Demon Butcher who was foolish enough to slaughter on the spot. Allen did not have the slightest joy. His always grim and gloomy eyes now had a few more traces of powerlessness.

"Snakeskin!!!!!"

Allen suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly towards a ghostly figure in the distance. The ghostly figure revealed his face, it was Snakeskin, the second strongest in the tribe.

Hearing Allen's shout, Snakeskin's body shook. He knew very well that this was actually a signal that Allen had set with him. When Allen shouted to himself, it also meant that he was going to execute the tribe's last plan.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Snakeskin howled painfully, his figure split into five, directly rushing towards a Vrock demon who was violently tearing apart a tribesman. When these five figures recombined into one, countless gaps opened in the Vrock demon's fleshy wings, and at the same time, bursts of blood bloomed. Along with the Vrock demon's fall to the ground, Snakeskin stepped again and rushed directly to the top of the mountain, no longer entangled in the fierce battle in front of him.

"Follow me!!"

At the same time, Allen finally jumped off the high wall that he had defended for two magic hours, integrating the remaining tribesmen, and slowly began to retreat towards the mountainside, completely abandoning the wall defenses at the foot of the mountain.

"Damn your mother, I've lost so much this time!!"

Boban, who finally joined Allen, glared at Allen with anger. Except for the little cubs who had been sent to the top of the mountain, and the ten or so female gnolls who took care of them, there were only twenty or so gnolls behind him.

The tribe's casualties were so heavy that Boban finally lost his fear of Allen and reverted to the reckless man who dared to be rough with Allen in the first place.

"If I can survive this time, I will definitely have a duel with you. It doesn't matter if I can beat you or not, I just can't swallow this breath, damn your mother!!"

"Okay!"

Allen smiled indifferently, rarely showing a smile to Boban, this gnoll: "If I can survive this time, I'll stand and let you punch me three times!!"

"Only three punches??"

"Three punches, no more!!"

"Okay!!"

Within the village, more and more demons broke through, while Hongji La, the six-armed snake demon who had been observing the battle from afar without ever making a move, finally led the woman Vicki into Green Lake Village. Standing on the high stone wall, he overlooked the battle within the village.

More than a high-level combat professional, Hongji La at this moment resembled a general commanding an army. Apart from directing and deploying his troops, he had no intention of personally dealing with the enemy leader. This was a completely different style from Ferrol before, and the results he achieved were far beyond what that fellow who recklessly threw away his life could compare to.

Beside him, Vicki secretly peeked at the calm and indifferent six-armed snake demon, her eyes filled with admiration and approval.

The Reincarnation Demons began to unleash their power. As they broke into the crowd, balls of flame rose within a 3-meter radius around them. The full power of the Flame Aura was no weaker than a low-level fire spell used by a typical spellcaster, making it perfect for dealing with a group of unadvanced low-level combat professionals.

Fortunately, field-control demons like the Reincarnation Demons were not numerous in the Abyss. Unlike the Horned Demons and Flauros Demons, which had large numbers in the mid-tier, many Reincarnation Demons had been killed in the fierce battle, plus the losses from the previous one. Therefore, there were only about 4-5 Reincarnation Demons rampaging in the field at this moment.

The Flauros Demons in the air covered the Reincarnation Demons' attacks, searching for any potential opponents who might harm them. Then, they swooped down to entangle or kill them on the spot.

The Horned Demons, as the vanguard, suffered the most losses. Initially, there were as many as 15 of them, but now only 3 were still capable of fighting. The others had already become souls under the blades of the Green Lake Village warriors.

Down the mountain, the north gate was reopened. The 12-man team of human cavalry, finally gaining their freedom, slowly urged their steeds to start running, then charged towards a certain area, piercing through the enemy lines. The cavalry's powerful charge ability was fully displayed at this moment, causing Allen, who was facing such a military formation for the first time on the mountainside, to watch with flashing eyes. At the same time, with a frosty expression, he helplessly watched his bravely fighting clansmen turn into cold corpses under the enemy's iron hooves.

Allen refocused his gaze, retreating with his companions while fighting, gathering other clansmen who were still fighting, and retreating towards the top of the mountain.

Under Hongji La's drive and command, the demons at the foot of the mountain launched an assault on the summit. The demon army, still with 160-70 complete combat strength, approached the summit, led by more than 20 mid-level demons.

On the mountaintop, inside the stone fort where Allen was, a group of weak goblin children, under the guidance of several females, formed a long line and entered the stone fort. Inside the stone fort, on the floor of a room on the first floor that Allen didn't usually use, in front of a dark hole, the children, with expressions of fear and bewilderment, climbed down along a long ladder set up in the pit.

This dark passage led directly to the outskirts of Green Lake, several miles east of the village. This was an escape route that Allen had left for the clan a few years ago, just in case. After all, with the establishment of the stone walls in the village, if the village was surrounded by a powerful foreign race, it would be very difficult for the people inside the village to escape.

It was precisely because of the existence of this passage that Allen planned to attract all the enemy's attention to the village, leaving a glimmer of hope for the future of the village.

As for the warriors and clansmen in the village, except for the ten or so strong warriors assigned to Flower Snake, the others would be left in the village to fight alongside Allen and the others until the last man. Of course, if Allen was still alive by then, he would ignite the several barrels of gunpowder buried at the entrance, collapse the passage, and then see if he could break through.

At this moment, Allen had no intention of breaking through the defenses at the foot of the mountain and escaping Green Lake Village, because he knew that perhaps he could escape the village and flee into the wilderness, but absolutely few of the more than a thousand goblin clansmen around him could escape.

Perhaps it was because the bonds were too deep, or perhaps it was because more than ten years of hard work had been in vain, but at least Allen at this moment could no longer make the choice to abandon Green Lake Village and live in despair. Over the years, Allen had racked his brains to make the lives of the clansmen better and better, and at the same time, he had become more and more deeply involved. Looking at Eileen in front of him, thinking of those excellent students he had taught: Shisheng, Bush, Shusheng, Tom...

Allen always felt that if he abandoned more than a thousand clansmen in the village and escaped into the wilderness with the outstanding new generation selected from the clan, he would probably regret today's choice for the rest of his life. With regrets and burdens in his heart, Allen's strength would probably stagnate and he would not be able to go any further.

At the very least, he should hold on until the last fighting clansman of Green Lake Village was killed in battle before he would have the qualifications to escape.

That's what Allen thought, and he decided to do it. When he turned his head and looked back at the familiar stone fort on the top of the mountain, his heart was full of expectations, and there were no regrets.

"My clansmen, below are ferocious and vicious demon armies. If you want to live, pick up any weapons you can use. If you don't have weapons, use your teeth and the stones on the ground to leave a deep mark on the enemies below, letting them know that our Green Field Tribe has no cowards who surrender without a fight!!!"

Allen was burning his boats. Although there seemed to be almost a thousand goblin species on the mountainside in front of him, more than 500 of them were short goblins, with an average combat power of less than level 4. Although the remaining goblins were bear goblins and earth goblins, they were either crippled or old clansmen who had been disabled over the years, or females with relatively low combat power. The truly powerful females had already been conscripted into the battle and most of them had been killed or injured.

If it wasn't for a real crisis, Allen would never have made such a foolish decision to allow a group of clansmen who were not even equipped with weapons to participate in this war. It was simply sending them to their deaths.

But what else could he do if he didn't do this?

Could it be that they would just sit back and wait to be captured by the demons and sent alive to that flesh and blood altar to become sacrifices? Rather than that, it would be better to give the clansmen a quick death, to be killed by a knife on the battlefield. Although they would briefly experience some pain, they would not have to endure that kind of psychological torment.

Not to mention, Allen was so full of hatred for this group of bastards who were about to turn his more than ten years of hard work into nothing. How could he let these people feel good?! It would be good to kill one more demon and weaken the opponent's strength by one point, wouldn't it?

Of course, Allen was also clear that the Green Field clansmen probably didn't have much courage to persist at this time. Seeing their frightened and cowardly expressions, he also felt a little dejected. However, Allen quickly regained his spirits, raised the Bone Cleaver high, and shouted loudly at the enemies at the foot of the mountain: "Those who are warriors of my Green Field Tribe, follow me, charge!!!!!"

"Damn your mother, I guess I'm going to end up here this time!!"

Muttering and cursing, the gnoll Boban raised the nail-headed hammer in his hand and let out a fierce long howl to the sky. Then, under the admiring and grateful eyes of the earth goblin Mauro beside him, he launched the final charge.

Mauro, Dasha, Mane and other goblin warriors looked at each other and smiled freely, then stepped up their vigorous pace and followed the back of their patriarch.

Of course, there were also disharmonious ones. A dozen goblin warriors huddled in dark corners, unwilling to move. There was also the group of goblin clansmen on the mountainside, except for a few who were moved by Allen's actions,慌乱地 寻 找 着 能 用 的 武器, frantically searching for usable weapons, and began to charge following Allen's footsteps. More goblins looked at each other with flickering eyes, holding their family property in their hands, and were not shaken by Allen's previous call.

"Sigh, I just want to quietly recover from my injuries, why is it so difficult!!"

A sigh suddenly came from the air, and then a faint pressure spread out. A figure suddenly changed completely, and immediately everyone in the field was stunned.

Everyone, can you bear to see my book now at 800,000 words, and the recommendation votes are still not up to 5000??