Green Monster Epic

With a pair of steel-like fleshy wings and iron claws in front, and a bow and arrow imbued with tremendous power from a precise sniper behind, Allen seemed to be trapped in a desperate situation in a short period of time.

Having just unleashed the Raging Storm Sword once, even with Allen's formidable physique, he couldn't do it again. The Raging Storm Sword possessed immense power, but similarly, it placed extremely high demands on the body. Swinging the hundreds-of-pounds-heavy Bone Cleaver a dozen times in a few breaths, the powerful force behind it was a high-load squeeze on the body.

"Hey!!!"

Allen roared, finally unleashing the Fury skill at the last moment. At this moment, Allen's eyes were focused, his spirit combined with anger, and he poured it into the Bone Cleaver that had just been charged. He swung a heavy blow of anger without hesitation, fiercely hacking towards the Flo魔 in front of him.

Behind him, two arrows infused with the abyssal power of the Snake Demon Ferandi were about to hit Allen's nape and pierce through, but at the last moment, the two arrows simultaneously shifted direction, grazing past Allen's neck and instead shooting towards the Flo魔 in front of Allen.

The Arrow Protection spell that Allen had cast on himself in advance saved his life, but as it diverted these two arrows, the energy of this Arrow Protection spell was also exhausted, and the magical fluctuations gradually dissipated in Allen's perception.

"Boom!!"

With a heavy and powerful blow, a wave of air vibrated in front of Allen and the Flo魔, and then a whirlwind swept up, enveloping their bodies.

The ground where Allen stood was torn apart, and at the same time, a several-meter-wide elliptical pit sank downwards. The full output of two high-level peak war professionals already had a bit of a legendary flavor.

"Puff~~"

At the same time, a stream of emerald green blood spurted from Allen's mouth, and the dullness in his chest felt a bit fresher after spitting out this blood foam.

In front of him, Ives, the Flo魔 who was two or three heads taller than him, had his left palm, wrapped in the Abyssal Iron Fist Gauntlet, hanging irregularly on his arm. On his pair of scaly fleshy wings, there were also several bare patches of red flesh, and dozens of duck-egg-sized scales were scattered on the ground.

"Aww~~"

With a burst of flying sand and rocks, the Flo魔 retracted and waved its fleshy wings, and with the force of its lower limbs, it soared into the sky, directly opening the distance from Allen, and then glared at the Snake Demon not far away with scarlet eyes: "Are you blind? What the hell are you shooting at!!"

On Ives' fleshy wings, there were two egg-sized holes, the masterpieces of the Snake Demon Ferandi's sniper arrows.

"Tzz~"

The Snake Demon completely ignored the Flo魔's roar, and continued to pull the strong bow in his hand to the full, continuing the shooting action. One flying arrow after another mercilessly shot towards Allen's back.

Allen quickly turned around. Now that he no longer had the Arrow Protection spell, he naturally couldn't do the same stupid thing as before. With the Bone Cleaver either blocking or parrying, the arrows left few marks on Allen. The deepest wound was from an arrow stuck in Allen's steel-like left arm, the arrow tail constantly trembling with Allen's movements.

He pulled out the arrow, threw it on the ground, and after taking a deep breath, Allen suddenly burst out and rushed straight forward. The Misty Step was fully activated, and under the blessing of the Fury skill, his speed was increased to the extreme, finally allowing him to approach the Snake Demon's ten-meter range.

The Snake Demon Ferandi was somewhat surprised by Allen's sudden increase in speed, but it didn't cause much of a stir. The snake tail continued to squirm on the grass, carrying its body in irregular movements, while the four arms holding arrows rose and fell on the bowstring, directly using multiple shots. The dense arrows were almost equivalent to the long arrows shot by a ten-man elf squad, covering all angles of Allen's advance.

Allen didn't retreat but advanced, his left hand resting on the wide blade of the Bone Cleaver, directly spinning it frantically, forming a continuously rotating simple shield, and then shielding Allen's important upper body, directly plunging into the rain of arrows.

"Hmph~~"

With a muffled groan, Allen broke through the opponent's encirclement while braving the rain of arrows, and then his right hand rested and he regained control of the sword hilt, dragging the Bone Cleaver and launching a forward charge without hesitation. On Allen's body and legs, there were sparsely stuck 5-6 long arrows. After all, it was a flawed flash of inspiration, and the defense method could not completely block the opponent's arrows. Now, Allen felt it was not a loss to exchange minor injuries for the opportunity to approach the opponent.

His body shook, and the muscles under his armor trembled violently for a while. The few arrows stuck in his body were directly forced out of his body by Allen. Looking at the Snake Demon, who was only 4-5 meters away from him, Allen didn't hesitate at all, and immediately pounced on him with a jumping slash.

Seeing that the Bone Cleaver was about to hit the opponent, the opponent's stern face, still holding the arrow-filled strong bow, was getting closer and closer. Allen's mood was not disturbed at all, and there was only one belief in his eyes.

"Puff~~~"

"Boom~~~~"

The Snake Demon's figure disappeared like a bubble between Allen's Bone Cleaver. The Bone Cleaver, which was not subjected to any force, cut out a deep and long mark on the grass, extending several meters away. Behind him, a strong gust of wind襲來. Allen didn't even think about收劍回劈, just in time to meet the Flo魔's two powerful hind claws falling from the sky, and at the same time, a pile of heavy fleshy wings slammed on Allen's back, and a sharp pain襲上 Allen's heart.

"Swish!!"

An arrow flew past Allen's豎耳間, Allen let it pass with a hair's breadth, but at the same time, a piercing pain in his abdomen made Allen's internal organs churn.

In the corner of his eye, a figure dragging a long snake tail appeared dozens of meters away. It was the Snake Demon who had just used the High-level Teleportation spell to avoid Allen's slash. At the same time as he stepped out of the teleportation channel, he had already shot two powerful arrows, returning the favor to Allen.

Allen frowned, and the pain was forcibly suppressed by him. As the muscles in his body wriggled, his arms exerted force, and at the same time, a loud shout roared from his mouth.

"Get out of here!!"

The Flo魔 was directly pushed out by Allen's震, and a pair of fleshy wings kept waving, regaining control of his body balance.

On the other side, the Snake Demon Ferandi's strong bow was like a crescent moon, one arrow faster than the other, and the arrows that flew in all directions directly enveloped the entire 2-meter range around Allen.

"Swish!! Swish!!"

Two streaks of Raging Energy Slash crossed each other, colliding with the first arrows that were shot, and then the Raging Energy exploded, forming fierce gusts of wind around, causing the aim of the arrows that flew later to be somewhat deviated.

Boom!!

The ground shook, Allen's body directly貼着地面, dodging most of the arrows by lowering his body, and then quickly stood up, without拖沓地奔 north.

"Want to leave??"

In mid-air, the Flo魔 Ives' eyes were playful and crazy, his wings fanned back and then retracted behind him, and his entire body fell from the sky, precisely on Allen's escape route.

The drooping left arm, and the pain caused by the fracture, made Ives feel very unhappy. If he couldn't leave something on the other side, it would definitely be a shame for Ives!!

At the same time, the Snake Demon once again performed multiple shots, and the dense arrows chased Allen's figure, shooting towards Allen with a piercing whistling sound.

At that moment, Allen tapped his left foot and dug his right leg into the grass, managing to directly halt his forward momentum against the inertia. The massive inertia, driven by his left foot, instantly caused Allen's body to spin rapidly. A whirlwind of slaughter formed in a single breath. Allen unleashed his most powerful Gale Sword technique once again, targeting the Vrock that was swooping down for a swift kill in mid-air.

Aves, whose eyes were originally filled with crazed killing intent, suddenly showed a hint of fear. His contracting fleshy wings quickly opened, attempting to regain control of his rapidly diving body. However, the distance between them was already too short, and it was too late to change tactics. The Gale Sword, accompanied by violent gusts of wind, enveloped the Vrock's entire body. At the same time, the dense rain of arrows was mostly deflected by the Gale Sword's combination of offense and defense.

"Clang! Clang! Pfft ~ ~ ~"

A cloud of blood and minced meat fell from the sky. The Vrock let out a high-pitched, miserable scream, flapping its tattered fleshy wings frantically as it struggled to fly upwards, then fled towards the southwest without looking back.

"Thud! ! ! Thud! ! !"

"Pfft ~ ~"

At the same time, Allen, who had just finished executing the Gale Sword and was experiencing a dizzy spell and a sense of weakness in various parts of his body, shuddered twice in quick succession, spitting out a mouthful of dirty blood a long distance away.

Two arrows, precisely aimed by the Serpent Demon Ferendi, struck Allen's chest at the exact moment his sword technique ended, leaving two fist-sized wounds on his body.

Allen glared fiercely at the powerful Serpent Demon, unleashing three furious energy slashes from afar, then taking advantage of the still-active Fury skill, he flew back north.

As he moved, Allen spat out several mouthfuls of blood, some of which even contained fragments of internal organs. He reached into his dimensional bag, pulled out a vial of advanced healing potion, and then used a healing scroll to stabilize his physical condition. At this point, Allen was already at his limit.

The Serpent Demon Ferendi's eyes flickered with hesitation. The opponent's strength had exceeded its expectations. If it hadn't been for the sudden intervention of Aves to help restrain the opponent, it would probably have been itself, not the increasingly distant Hobgoblin, who was fleeing.

Reluctantly drawing back two powerful bows, it fired a barrage of arrows at Allen's retreating figure. In the end, the Serpent Demon abandoned the idea of continuing to pursue and kill its opponent. Although the opponent looked very disheveled at this time and had been pierced by two of its arrows, indicating a serious injury, it really didn't have the confidence to take him down.

Allen's figure staggered again, grazed by an arrow, but his forward steps did not stop. He quickly disappeared from the Serpent Demon's sight.

The Serpent Demon lightly flicked its six arms and sighed regretfully before leaving, and the mottled grassland returned to silence once more.

Allen, who had fled back in a sorry state, spent more than half a month recuperating. The internal organ damage and fractured bones had a significant impact on him.

Fortunately, during his days of venturing alone in the buffer zone, he had harvested quite a few demon heads. After handing them over to Fischer, he wasn't assigned any other tasks, allowing him to recuperate properly.

Kou'er and her team, under Allen's instructions, reduced their patrol missions in the buffer zone and instead garrisoned the battle line, which made Allen feel more at ease.

"Teacher, are you sure your body is really okay?"

Allen's steps were still somewhat unsteady, after all, the Serpent Demon's arrows had struck vital points, causing him considerable damage. At this moment, he was garrisoning the battle line with Kou'er and the others, gazing at the gray-brown horizon to the south. Kou'er came closer, handing Allen a leather bag filled with fresh water, and asked with concern.

"Don't worry, it's not a big problem anymore."

Allen's eyes showed a hint of warmth as he gently rubbed Kou'er's head, which was adorned with a pair of small braids.

"Then, shall we go patrol the grasslands again in a couple of days?"

Kou'er slightly turned her little head to one side, then cunningly suggested to Allen.

"… …"

Allen couldn't help but smile wryly. So, the little girl was concerned about him for this reason!.

Somewhat disappointed, Allen didn't blame Kou'er. He naturally knew what kind of personality the girl had. Not having experienced a few intense battles for almost a month made Kou'er, this violent individual, feel itchy all over, very uncomfortable.

Although the centaur camp wasn't very peaceful, and there were often small-scale demon incursions, the chances of them choosing Kou'er's garrisoned area to raid on the long, hundred-mile battle line were not high.

Although the demon army didn't have any formations, most of them were mentally unstable. Once they started killing, they would become crazed upon smelling the blood, and the word "fearless" was the most appropriate to describe them.

Therefore, after several major battles, the demons suffered heavy losses, and the wilderness coalition forces also suffered significant casualties. Of the 50,000 reinforcements brought by Akhmad, there were now at most 20,000 left. And as the weaker side, the demons' losses definitely exceeded 50,000 or even more. Most importantly, they couldn't recover many corpses, which completely eliminated their plan to use local materials to summon reinforcements through blood and flesh altars to replenish their forces.

Due to such heavy losses, both sides had remained relatively quiet in the following months. The centaur leadership was waiting for the arrival of the second batch of wilderness reinforcements, while the demons were waiting for the demon army that was slaughtering the human kingdoms to return to support them.

Both sides were licking their wounds and accumulating strength, planning how to eliminate the other, but it was unknown when that day would come.

"… …"

Allen withdrew his gaze and refocused on the grassland in front of him. As the bright moon in the sky gradually sank, the night became increasingly dense, making it almost impossible to see any movement on the ground further away.

A series of low vibrations reached his ears from afar, very clear in the silent night. Allen pricked up his sharp ears, trying to locate the source of the sound. At the same time, his eyes, blessed with excellent dark vision, peered towards the distant battle line as Allen concentrated.

"Send the signal! Sound the alarm! ! !"

Almost simultaneously, several voices, spaced far apart, shouted sharply along the long battle line, including Allen's full-throated roar.

"Ooh ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"

In the sky, an eye-catching flare soared into the air, exploding and burning fiercely in mid-air; in his ears, the long sound of a cow horn rang out, echoing through the night sky, making people feel alarmed.

Behind Allen, the dense array of felt tents, with the signal and the sound of the cow horn, suddenly became very noisy, with shouts and rebukes rising and falling. On the battlefront, Allen's vision revealed a wriggling flood, the demon army rushing towards their battle line.

"Prepare for battle! !"

Allen's expression was solemn, his face covered with frost, clearly not optimistic about this demon assault.

This demon assault came without the slightest warning. So many scouting wilderness rangers during the day hadn't noticed any problems, indicating the demons had been planning this for a long time. Conversely, their allied forces had become somewhat lax in recent days, especially the reinforcements from other wilderness tribes.

Originally, not everyone was willing to come to the Centaur Grasslands to fight for unfamiliar centaur tribes. Once here, there was no definite time limit, and no one knew how long they would have to stay.

The priests of the Temple of Nature and the leaders of the wilderness tribes might be very clear about the demons' ferocity and the dangers they posed to the wilderness. However, for those narrow-minded and short-sighted individuals at the bottom, what they were doing didn't benefit them in the slightest. Everyone was only stationed here to fight out of fear of their tribal leaders' power.

The unwillingness in their hearts, coupled with the relatively quiet atmosphere of the demons these days, meant that no wilderness native's spirit could remain constantly tense.

"Stay close to me later and don't leave the group!"

Alan felt uneasy and turned to remind Coer and the others.

"Yes!"

The faces of the group of teenagers still showed nervousness, but even more so, they were filled with fighting spirit. During the past few months of training, almost everyone who remained had leveled up. In particular, Tom, the gnome, had finally broken through his limitations more than half a month ago and successfully advanced to become a mid-level shield warrior. He was the second successful advancement among the new generation of gnome warriors after Coer.

It was just a pity that Linnaeus, the spellcaster, was missing. When there were no patrol missions, Linnaeus would return to the druid team every night to meditate deeply with the other druids.

A late-arriving team of orc warriors reinforced Alan's line of defense, slightly easing Alan's worries. However, looking at the other directions, there were still many positions with a very scarce number of warriors. Facing the approaching demon horde, which was like a river overflowing its banks, Alan really didn't have much confidence in their defensive capabilities.

"Engage the enemy!"

"Throw spears! Fire!"

Commands rose and fell. At the same time, Alan also issued instructions to his clansmen to prepare for battle.

In the sky, sparse catapults, bird-wing crossbows, and siege crossbows began to fire. Countless javelins and spears also flew towards the demons in front under the command.

Beside them, streams of magic began to glow. The wilderness mage corps was clearly not ready yet. The first wave of ranged attacks from countless charging demons—various spell-like abilities—struck the earthen wall in front of Alan and the others: Shadow Arrows, Flame Blasts, Fireballs…

"You're courting death!"

In the sky, the centaur general strode through the air, directly charging towards the front ranks of the demons. A sweep of his long spear brought up fierce pressure, stirring up layers of clouds.

"桀桀桀, Ahmad, you wild donkey, your opponent is the mighty Lord Roriel. Let the flames burn your body and soul!"

A ball of fire ignited in mid-air, and then the flames slowly expanded until a mountain-like Balor emerged from it, spewing a mouthful of blazing red flames directly at Ahmad.

The two legendary figures had barely engaged in combat, but the aftermath of their battle caused countless casualties among the soldiers on both sides. Soon, a vacant area was cleared in the place where they were, until they fought fiercely and flew into the void for a more intense battle.

The flames of war raged, and a clamor erupted all around. Countless cries of pain and screams gradually spread. Alan didn't hold back at this time. He gritted his teeth and took out more than twenty scrolls from his dimensional bag and threw them to Coer and the others.

"Follow me and throw the scrolls on the grass in front of our position. Don't throw them too far!"

The situation was very unfavorable for the warriors of the wilderness front, especially this group of warriors stationed on the position, because the army behind them could not provide timely support. They would face the powerful first wave of the demon offensive with a weaker force.

The expensive scrolls were not originally prepared for the battlefield. Alan was not rich enough to do so.

An ordinary magic scroll was worth at least dozens of gold coins. Throwing it on the battlefield was actually just like throwing a pebble into the water, not causing much of a ripple, but it made Alan's heart ache.

It was just that the situation was critical now. If Alan didn't do something, he was afraid that the final casualties of him and his clansmen would make his heart ache even more.

Grease, Petrify to Mud, Mud Swamp, Vine Entanglement… Alan rarely bought high-powered scrolls with direct damage for magic scrolls. One reason was that the price of such scrolls was even higher, and the second reason was that although the damage of this type of delaying scroll was not enough, if used properly, it could often bring subversive changes to the situation.

Of course, in the current battlefield, no one could predict what effect these dozens of scrolls would have in the end. Alan only hoped that these scrolls could help them hold out until the arrival of reinforcements from the rear. That would be enough.

Thousands of gold coins were consumed by Alan, Coer, and the others in a short period of time. In the few meters in front of their position, a patch of gray-green grass more than ten meters wide had disappeared, replaced by black soil exuding a faint greasy smell, with some starlight reflections in Alan's eyes.

Pa da~ Pa da~

A dozen beast-shaped Bagura demons and Reincarnation demons were the first to arrive at this place, and then their front limbs were directly plunged into the mud. Before they could struggle out, dozens of demons who followed closely trampled on their bodies and rushed into this land, and then there was a burst of chaos with people and horses falling over each other.

Several Spider Web scroll flew up and fell into this chaotic battlefield. One crystal white net after another appeared from nothing, spread out in the air, and then covered the land here.

More demons ignored their struggling compatriots on the soft and rotten ground, trampled on their bodies, and continued to charge towards Alan and the others. However, fortunately, Alan spent these thousands of gold coins. When fierce and intense battles had already broken out on other positions, there were only a few sporadic demons flanking them from the side.

The Spider Web Technique failed to completely cover the demons on the ground, because the demons' successive charges directly tore several Spider Webs, and then dragged the remnants of the Spider Webs and continued to run forward with difficulty.

Of course, Alan's use of the Spider Web Technique was not that simple. He didn't know when he had three more scrolls in his hand, and then he folded them hard and threw them out again.

Two fireballs took shape in mid-air, and sparks appeared on the soft ground mixed with countless demons. With the appearance of the sparks, suddenly this battlefield was ignited all at once, turning this area of land with a range of more than ten meters, along with the demons in it, into a sea of fire.

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