Green Monster Epic

In the first few days of entering the Centaur Grasslands, Koer and the other young goblins were very excited, but as time passed, their initial excitement gradually faded. Looking at the grassland scenery that hardly changed, they gradually developed a sense of weariness, just like when they were traveling through the desert.

Herds of wild horses and wild cattle, living freely on the grasslands, galloped freely like rushing streams. Because of the abundant food on the grasslands, there were also a large number of predators. Wyverns, two-headed chimeras, and other magical beasts with innate spellcasting abilities were not uncommon, not to mention pack hunters like dire wolves and velociraptors.

Of course, as the number of invading demons increased and the slaughter of flesh and blood became more frequent, the prosperous wilderness scene that Allen and his group saw was actually much more desolate than it had been a year ago. However, the Greenwild Plains had never been so prosperous, so even the desolate grassland scenery could still arouse the excitement and envy of Koer and the other young goblins whenever herds of cattle and horses galloped by.

If the Greenwild Plains had so many food sources, then they wouldn't have to work diligently from the beginning to the end of the year to get enough food.

At this time, Allen's barbecue skills had truly become the best way for their small team to build relationships with the warriors of other tribes. Even Fisher, the team leader, would occasionally come over to freeload.

Anyway, the grasslands had no shortage of meat. Often, when herds of cattle and horses passed by, the warriors of the various tribes in the team could easily obtain fresh prey without much effort.

"Report!"

"Leader Fisher, about 15 miles west of our team, there is a group of over 500 demons attacking a centaur tribe!"

Now, Allen and his group had proven their value through actual combat, so their escort mission had been transferred from the rear of the transport team to the middle, not far from Fisher's central army.

Although this arrangement didn't mean much to Allen and his group, it reduced a lot of trivial matters and allowed them to travel more easily.

At this moment, a scout riding a warhorse rushed back and reported loudly to Leader Fisher about what he had scouted.

The deeper they went into the grasslands, the higher the chance of encountering demons, and the larger the scale. The main forces of the three major centaur tribes were now fighting the main force of the demons on the front lines, so the defense of the rear was correspondingly less comprehensive.

After all, the three tribes were using all their strength to fight against a demon army that had ravaged several human kingdoms, which was already pushing the centaur warriors of the three tribes to their limits. Where would they find more strength to completely protect the grasslands?

Therefore, as the pressure on the centaur army increased, the royal families of the three major tribes had issued a migration order to the tribal branches on the grasslands, ordering them to take their respective tribes' livestock and gather in the Galler River Valley in the central grasslands.

It is said that the three major tribes on the Centaur Grasslands are the three children left behind by the Centaur God Chiron before he became a god, which eventually led to the emergence of three independent tribal royal courts. Because the three tribes are connected by blood and have a deity as their backing, they have been able to occupy the lush Centaur Grasslands as their inherent territory for tens of thousands of years.

However, with the reproduction of centaurs over countless years, in addition to the unshakeable status of the three royal court tribes, the collateral centaur tribes that inherited the royal court bloodline have also gradually prospered. These collateral bloodlines are vassals of the three major royal court tribes. They usually have independent leaders, but in times of war, they will fight for the royal court under the royal court's call.

This is also an important reason why the three major tribes of the Centaur Grasslands have been able to firmly block the human Rose Principality on the border of the grasslands for so many years.

When the tide of demons rose, the several fortresses on the border line of the three major centaur tribes were directly destroyed by the demon army in a short period of time. Later, the royal court quickly issued a call to gather, assembled the main forces of the collateral tribes and the three royal court tribes on the entire Centaur Grasslands, and finally blocked the invasion of the demons less than a hundred miles away from the royal tent of the Dahan tribe.

However, after the royal court transferred most of the warriors from the vassal centaur tribes, the remaining centaur warriors were no longer sufficient to protect the safety of the entire tribe.

The dire wolves and velociraptors on the grasslands were relatively easy to deal with, as they had dealt with them too many times over the years. However, with the increasing number of demons invading the grasslands, this made it impossible for the tribal people left behind on the grasslands to cope.

At this time, the Sunite tribe was in danger of being attacked by demons. All the warriors in the tribe who could pick up weapons had rushed to the front line. Those who were relatively weak or had been left disabled by fighting for the tribe over the years were protecting the tribe's young children and elderly while throwing wooden frames taken from the yurts and the tribe's stored javelins, pouring all their strength into shooting at the battlefield ahead.

Centaurs, one of the few races in the wilderness with ranged shooting talents, also have their own advanced profession - Interceptor, a combat profession that uses javelins as weapons.

The centaur Nizal Philho was a brave interceptor under the Sunite tribe, but unfortunately, in a tribal dispute several years ago, he was fighting against an enemy tribe and was unfortunately chopped off an arm by the opponent's warrior. In the end, he could only retreat to the second line and serve as an instructor for the tribe's children.

Now, he was finally able to experience the atmosphere of the battlefield again. When the javelins in his hand were released, a picture had already appeared in his mind: it would be inserted into a certain part of the target, or it would be dodged by the opponent, and finally inserted diagonally into the ground.

Without time to sigh that his strength had not declined much, Nizal just tried to mobilize the power in his body and shoot the simple javelins and yurt components around him at the enemies in front, bringing a little help to the tribe.

Further away, Elder Navav Philho stabbed forward with his spear, bringing up a cloud of brocade spear shadows, fighting with a six-armed snake demon in front. Streams of blood foam appeared on his body, indicating that he was at a disadvantage. Around him, there were countless centaur warriors, fearlessly entangled with the crazy and brutal demons, not giving them the opportunity to break into the formation and invade their rear, because they knew that as long as a demon broke through their formation, their relatives behind them would be harmed.

A Soul Eater Demon, at least half a head taller than all the demons and centaurs, swept back and forth on the centaur's line of defense. Three high-level centaur warriors desperately blocked it, barely stopping the opponent's footsteps. However, because more elites were used to suppress the Soul Eater Demon and high-level existences like the Snake Demon, there were always various dangers on the centaurs' fences and carriages pieced together, making the centaur warriors exhausted.

The Sunite tribe was not large, originally with less than a thousand people. Later, after receiving the royal court's call, the tribe's leader led more than 400 strong warriors to the south to assemble and fight for the royal court. The remaining 500 tribe members were mostly old, weak, women, and children, and there were only a little over a hundred warriors who were truly capable of fighting.

Originally, Navav was preparing to go to the Galler River Valley to meet with other tribal compatriots, but unfortunately, he happened to catch up with the peak breeding season in the tribe's grazing cattle and horse herds, so he could only stay here temporarily for a few days, and then go south after the newborn cattle and horses were able to migrate long distances.

However, just a few days ago, when Navav and Nizal and others discussed it and felt that they could migrate south, before the tribe had taken action, they encountered this group of powerful demon troops.

The centaur warriors on the front line had already done their best. They didn't know when the line of defense they were defending would be broken through by the demon army. Nizal waved his only right arm to the extreme, just wanting to shoot out a javelin to buy more opportunities for his companions on the front line.

However, the despair in his eyes had already explained the outcome of this encounter. Without the support of reinforcements, their Sunite tribe would become another historical mark on the grasslands, and it would not be remembered.

Behind the distant hillside, Fisher led his hundred ogre cavalry guards and hundreds of miscellaneous soldiers from various vassal tribes, silently watching the slaughter in front. Under the hillside, many wilderness warriors had already been gearing up, and the weapons in their hands had been drawn out, waiting for Leader Fisher, who was watching on the hillside, to issue an order.

The centaur tribe's line of defense was crumbling and could collapse at any time, but Fisher's eyes on the hillside were indifferent, and he did not issue an order for a long time.

No matter how many centaurs died or were injured, it would not cause the slightest ripple in Fisher's heart. Even if he took his team directly around this battlefield at this time, there might not be any problems. On the contrary, if he rashly went into battle at this time, although it might save a group of centaur tribesmen, it might also cause many losses to the few warriors under his command.

Fisher's mission was to represent the Snowmist tribe in going south to support the front line battlefield, not to consume the only warriors in the rear of the grasslands.

This was also the reason for Fisher's hesitation at this time, but as the centaur tribe's line of defense in front began to collapse, countless demons swarmed towards the young and old centaurs, slaughtering a member of the wilderness like slaughtering livestock. Listening to the miserable wailing floating in the sky, Fisher's cold heart was finally intensified by hatred.

"Kill!"

"Don't let a single demon get away!"

"Roar~~~~"

"Ooh~~~"

As the long and dull sound of the horn sounded, the ogre cavalry riding on huge basilisk lizards drew a straight line, rushed up the hillside, and then rushed down the grassy slope that was not steep like water, and the ground made a thunderous sound that lasted for a long time.

"It's reinforcements!! Sunite's warriors, we are saved!"

"Saved!!!"

The sudden appearance of the wilderness native army gave the already collapsing and despairing centaur warriors a glimmer of hope. Apart from the cowards and women and children who were scared out of their wits and began to flee, the centaur tribesmen who still had the will to resist now had more faith in their hearts, and their bodies also had more strength, and they re-engaged in battle with the demons in front of them.

The troll cavalry, charging from behind, had reached their maximum speed when they advanced to the rear of the demon formation. Although the basilisk, with the strength of a level 6 warrior, was not known for its speed, its short-distance sprinting ability was not weaker than that of an ordinary warhorse.

As soon as they clashed, countless demons flew and tumbled, directly torn into two pieces by the hundred cavalrymen like arrows. The cavalry's group charge was not something a single individual could match, even a high-level peak warrior like Allen could only retreat from the vanguard of a mid-level knight-led cavalry charge and dare not confront it head-on.

Subsequently, Allen, Coeur, and the other warriors of the vassal races followed up, tearing the entire battlefield into two unequal local battlefields along the opening torn by the cavalry.

Fisher stood on the hilltop, using flags to roughly direct the tribal warriors below. The vast majority of the active forces were thrown into the smaller battlefield, quickly disintegrating the demons in the field. On the other side, the troll cavalry, after breaking through the encirclement, drew an arc on the grassland and launched another charge with an irresistible posture, once again dividing the demon's ranks.

Like cutting meat from a whole thigh, the cavalrymen transformed into sharp weapons, tearing apart the demon's ranks piece by piece. Behind the cavalry, a group of wilderness native warriors, their eyes bloodshot and having dealt with demons countless times, swung the weapons in their hands with a roaring sound, fiercely smashing them at the demon stragglers who had been separated from the main force.

Allen was now fighting a powerful Soul Rend Demon, the strongest opponent he had encountered so far, even stronger than the Six-Armed Snake Demon who had led hundreds of demons to attack Green Lake Village as a commander.

Within a radius of more than ten meters around their battle, no living creature dared to stand. Every time the two clashed, they would trigger bursts of fierce wind and raging sand and stones.

Coeur and the others deployed their formation, besieging a snake demon with serious injuries, which was none other than the enemy faced by Centaur Elder Navaf earlier. However, the figure of the Centaur Elder was nowhere to be seen, presumably killed by this snake demon.

Dealing with a powerful high-level warrior was still a bit difficult for Coeur and the others at this time, but it was not entirely without a chance. At least, the snake demon's movements were restricted, and coupled with the desperate counterattack it received from its previous opponent before death, its offensive appeared somewhat sluggish. Fortunately, there were still a few mid-level demons constantly charging at Coeur and the others' formation, reducing the snake demon's pressure.

Around them, countless wilderness warriors, in groups of three or five, were ganging up on the lone demons. With the advantage in both strength and numbers, they quickly resolved the targets in front of them and then turned to other opponents.

"Rumble! ! !"

Allen was fighting back and forth with the Soul Rend Demon. Even after entering a berserk state, he was still unable to suppress his opponent, and instead, he faintly felt suppressed by the other party, which made him very uncomfortable. Just as he blocked a powerful axe from the Soul Rend Demon with his sword, and his right leg was forced to kneel on the ground, dissipating most of the force, a torrent of steel rushed directly behind them.

"Damn it! !"

Allen rolled awkwardly on the ground, dodging the Soul Rend Demon's kick, and then scrambled to escape from the battlefield.

His opponent, the Soul Rend Demon, although wielding a steel axe and sweeping back and forth, and even knocking away two cavalrymen at the head of the charge, was immediately followed by more cavalrymen who held their spears diagonally and stabbed fiercely at the Soul Rend Demon.

Then, Allen watched as the Soul Rend Demon's mountain-like body retreated step by step under the impact of the galloping cavalry, until it was knocked down to the ground by the opponent's collision, and finally submerged in the rear ranks of the cavalry.

When the Soul Rend Demon's body reappeared, its grayish-brown armor and exposed skin were all covered with various pits and holes, which were the results of the cavalry's spears.

"Gurgle ~ ~ ~"

Slightly fishy and foul blood foam overflowed from the Soul Rend Demon's mouth from time to time, and its body was also involuntarily writhing and trembling. As the cavalry team circled back again, trampling over the Soul Rend Demon's body once more, this powerful Soul Rend Demon finally became one of the countless corpses on the battlefield.

Allen was somewhat dazed, and his face became a little pale. His individual strength, which he prided himself on, could not make any waves in the face of a true killing machine. Even a Soul Rend Demon capable of suppressing Allen was nothing more than the spoils of two charges by a hundred cavalrymen. Moreover, during the two charges, this troll cavalry team also launched a charge against the surrounding demon clusters, tearing out another opening and burying dozens of demons under their iron hooves at the same time.

After the battle situation completely tilted towards Snowme's team, the troll cavalry no longer launched attacks on small, scattered groups of demons, but instead sought out the high-level demons, using repeated charges to neatly impale the powerful demons on their long spears.

Fisher, at the peak of the high-level, and the dozen or so guards beside him, still stood on the hill, with no intention of taking action, and were not at all moved by the fact that his army had finally gained the upper hand in the battlefield, as if this was only natural.

Allen, along with Coeur and the others, had now been reduced to ordinary warriors sweeping the battlefield. Even the slightly more challenging demons were not for Allen and his group to deal with, as they were all taken care of by the seemingly tireless basilisk cavalry.

"Puff! ! Thump! ! !"

As the last demon standing on the battlefield was killed and fell to the ground, the miscellaneous soldiers of the entire Snowme team breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts filled with pride. As for the surviving Sunite tribe centaurs, numbering less than two hundred, they gathered together to hug each other, some weeping softly, others with expressions of rejoicing on their faces, each with different expressions.

Coeur, Treeborn, and the other young goblins looked at the heavily armored cavalrymen who jumped down from the basilisks to pick and choose and clean up the battlefield with expressions of reverence, wishing they could be one of them.

Allen's expression was somewhat黯然, and also with a few yearning. If he had only had some concept of cavalry before, then this basilisk cavalry charge brought him a shock that far exceeded the feelings that group of human cavalry gave him more than a year ago.

If his tribe could have such a cavalry team, then the entire Greenwild Plain could be said to be completely at the mercy of their tribe, and for the next hundreds of years, no challenger would be able to pose a threat to the Greenwild tribe.

"Nizhar Fearho, instructor of the Sunite tribe under the Centaur Borji Royal Court, on behalf of my tribe, thank you warriors for your rescue."

The Sunite tribe suffered heavy casualties. The leaders who fought on the front lines, including Tribe Elder Navaf, were killed in the battlefield with the demons. After the final count, only Nizhar, who had lost a left arm and held the position of tribe instructor, remained among the tribe's leaders.

At this time, Nizhar, covered in blood, with many scars remaining on his leather armor and skin, strode forward on his four hooves. He was stopped by Fisher's guards and could only bend his human-shaped upper body from a distance, expressing reverence and gratitude to Fisher on behalf of these survivors.

"Looking at the current situation of your tribe, I'm afraid it's not good, is it?"

Fisher waved his hand, signaling the guards who were blocking Centaur Nizhar to let him pass, while slowly walking towards him, his words carrying a faint concern.

"Does your Royal Court have no other arrangements?"

"Naturally, there are, but our tribe was just preparing to set off for the Galle River Valley these few days to join our other compatriots, but we encountered this group of demons today."

Nizhar's eyes dimmed. The joy of just surviving the line of death was replaced by the troll commander's reminder, followed by the tribe's confusion about where to go next.

"Galle River Valley?"

Fisher tilted his head slightly, and then thought about the route of his transport team. After comparing them, he slowly said, "It just so happens that our team is going south this time, and there is a section of the journey that we can take with you. I wonder if you are willing?"

"That would be great! ! Thank you for your help! ! !"

Nizhar was confused about how to survive with his tribe, and suddenly heard Fisher's suggestion, and was overjoyed, nodding repeatedly in agreement.

"However, in return, including the losses from this rescue of your tribe, I need half of your tribe's livestock!"

Seeing Nizhar's happy expression, Fisher finally revealed his true purpose, calmly making his request.

Nizhar's joy stopped abruptly, but quickly returned to normal. Looking at Fisher's unquestionable attitude, he immediately made a decisive decision: "Okay! !"

"Then hurry up and tell your tribesmen to pack up, we'll leave in one magic hour."

Fisher nodded in satisfaction.

"You send two more people to count out the rewards for me."

"Okay."

Since he had already agreed to the other party's request, Nizhar had no intention of going back on his word. The wilderness never had help for no reason. The other party did not take advantage of his tribe's misfortune when they were attacked by demons, but instead rescued them in a critical moment. This was already a very good result.

Nizhar only hoped that half of the tribe's livestock would satisfy the other party's appetite, at least leaving some seeds for his tribesmen. In the future, they would have to rely on these livestock seeds to continue their lives.