Green Monster Epic

Chapter 330 New Mission

“Have you thought it over clearly?”

Three days later, Allen, with a calm expression, approached Fisher and stated his final decision.

“I have already decided.”

Facing Fisher's repeated confirmation, Allen replied with determination in his eyes.

“However, I have a condition.”

“Speak.”

Allen's choice was not unexpected to Fisher. He had calculated that the other party had no way back, which is why he gave Allen such a dangerous mission. As for now, Allen suddenly made a request, and as long as it wasn't too excessive, Fisher would agree.

“I hope that during my mission, my tribesmen can leave the battlefield and return to Mansa City first.”

“I'm afraid that won't work. You are aware of the situation at the front lines. Even if I wanted to retreat to the rear for rest, General Ahmad would have to issue a token. Your tribesmen will probably have to stay here for a while.”

Fisher looked embarrassed. Allen's request had exceeded his authority, so he could only refuse honestly.

“However, during the time you are on your mission, I will no longer assign them tasks. They will serve as my personal guards, stationed on the battlefield with me.”

“This arrangement is the best choice within my authority. What do you think?”

“……”

Allen raised his head, his deep eyes gazing at Fisher for a long time, as if trying to see through his heart.

Don't think that Allen always appears respectful in front of Fisher. That's only because Allen is wary of the powerful Snowmite tribe behind him, and also because he needs something from the other party. When it comes to personal strength, although both are at the peak of the High Rank, Allen has full confidence in defeating Fisher with his Bonecleaver blade.

“…Okay, I hope you will keep your word.”

Allen isn't ignorant of the treacherousness of people's hearts; he's not a three-year-old goblin. But the situation is such, and the only thing he can do is to believe in the other party's character, even though wildlings generally don't have much good character.

“Don't worry, the words I, Fisher, speak are like the magic in the hands of mages, absolutely impossible to take back.”

Fisher patted his chest heroically, making his heavy armor clang to demonstrate his determination to keep his promise.

“……”

“Do you need to tell your tribesmen, or are there any supplies or equipment that I can help you gather?”

After the matter was settled, Fisher's face showed more enthusiasm, and then he diligently inquired about Allen's needs.

With this group of goblin teenagers as hostages by his side, Fisher wasn't worried that Allen would play any tricks on this mission.

And in order to enable Allen to complete his mission as much as possible, Fisher didn't mind giving Allen some material assistance. After all, he was carrying out the alliance mission under the name of the Snowmite tribe. If the mission was outstanding, the Snowmite tribe would also benefit.

“…I need some magic scrolls and various potions.”

Since the other party had asked him to make requests, Allen naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity. The scrolls he had prepared before were basically consumed in the demon night attack a few days ago, and now Allen really needed to replenish some combat supplies.

“Okay, I'll prepare them for you!!”

“……”

After some packing, plus Allen having to give Cole and the others some instructions, another day was wasted before Fisher took Allen to knock on the felt tent door of Centaur General Ahmad.

“General, this bear goblin warrior, Allen Witt, is the representative of my Snowmite tribe for this mission.”

In front of the legendary powerhouse, Fisher appeared particularly cautious, not even daring to raise his head much, let alone meet the eyes of the centaur general with snow-white fur.

Allen, on the other hand, was in contact with the centaur general at close range for the first time, his eyes calm and confident. Facing Ahmad's compelling gaze, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

“Well, you wait a moment, there are still people from several tribes who haven't arrived.”

Ahmad exchanged glances with Allen, then the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he didn't feel any displeasure because of Allen's actions. Then, after withdrawing his gaze, Ahmad nodded lightly, casually gave a few instructions, and then lowered his head again to sit at his desk, continuing his interrupted thoughts.

After bringing Allen into the felt tent, Fisher excused himself and left. Many details of this mission are not to be known by others besides the executor, so Fisher's task was just to bring Allen into the felt tent and confirm the relationship between Allen and the Snowmite tribe.

Ahmad's felt tent was very spacious, several times wider than Allen's tent that accommodated a dozen people in a team.

Except for the area behind the felt tent, separated by a thick woolen blanket, where the furnishings could not be seen, the outer part of the felt tent was largely occupied by a huge sand table.

On the sand table, there were various terrains of varying heights, and wooden sticks were inserted on the undulating terrain to make markings. However, in the eyes of Allen, a military layman, the markings in the sand table were completely incomprehensible, so he just glanced at it casually and then stopped paying attention to this large sand table.

Allen focused more of his attention on the dozen or so wild natives in the spacious felt tent: 3 kobolds, 2 trolls, 3 goblins, 2 lizardmen…

The felt tent almost encompassed all the native races of the wilderness. More than half of the native warriors, judging by their equipment and physique, were likely to follow the speed-type professions of rogues, sword dancers, and rangers. According to Allen's judgment, they were probably all executors of this mission.

Perhaps because Ahmad, a legend, was present, most of the people present appeared very restrained, their eyes mostly focused on the woolen blanket in the felt tent, making it difficult for Allen to see their true faces for a while. But there were also a few warriors who were as bold as Allen, or rather, confident, their lowered heads occasionally glancing around, observing the surrounding movements.

An hour later, a few more wilderness warriors came to report. When Ahmad slowly raised his head and retracted his thoughts, his bright eyes swept across the felt tent, and all the small movements of everyone stopped.

“The general situation of this mission, presumably the leaders of your tribes have already explained it to you, so I won’t waste any more time on these trivial matters.”

Ahmad scanned the warriors in the felt tent and was very satisfied with the demeanor of these elite warriors. At least, he didn't see any hesitation or fear on the faces of these warriors.

But at the same time, deep in his eyes, a trace of haze quietly appeared and was quickly concealed by him, not being noticed by the warriors in the field.

From his heart, Ahmad did not approve of this mission. The Spring Country was too far away, and the so-called support plan, in his opinion, was simply a futile act. Rather than investing so much energy and resources into the Spring Country, it would be better to invest them in the front lines of the Centaur grasslands.

The wildlings' own affairs should still be left to themselves, which is the most correct way, even if they fail in the end, they won't regret it too much. The human species has never been worthy of their trust, let alone becoming their comrades and companions.

It's just that, although Ahmad is already a legendary powerhouse, his say in such major matters that dominate the wilderness strategy and future direction is still too weak.

“Your mission is actually very simple. That is to use your own means to sneak into the human Spring Country's capital city, which is besieged by demons, and deliver this secret report to William XVI of the human Spring Country.”

“……According to the reconnaissance of our wilderness scouts, although the demon lord has besieged the Spring Country's capital, in reality, because the territory of Mingxi City is vast, the demon army has no way to completely surround this long defense line.”

“Therefore, there is actually a lot of room for you to operate with such a small-scale infiltration.”

“Of course, the risks involved are also not small. If the demon army discovers traces of your existence and chases after you, we will not be able to provide you with any support.”

“……”

After another brief and concise introduction, Ahmad snapped his fingers, and a centaur warrior walked out from the back of the felt tent, carrying a heavy wooden box, placed it in front of the sand table, and then quickly walked away.

“This is a map to Mingxi City in the Spring Country, and this token is proof of your identity, and it also contains part of the secret report.”

“A magic array has been set up on the token, don't try to open it easily, otherwise it will directly destroy the contents of the secret report.”

“Also, the token cannot be placed in a dimensional bag, otherwise it will activate the magic array on the token, so you need to keep it close to your body.”

“If you are unfortunately caught by the demons, smashing and destroying this token before being captured will be considered your last contribution to the wilderness.”

“Absolutely do not let this token fall into the hands of the demons, do you hear me??!!”

“Clear!!!”

“Understood!!!”

A group of warriors replied decisively and without hesitation.

“Very good!!”

“Come to the box yourself to collect your things, and then set off.”

“A reminder, it is best not to form a team of more than three people, otherwise it will easily be exposed to the sight of flying demons such as Flauros and Succubi.”

After Allen collected his share of the map and token, he quickly left the central army felt tent. After leaving the felt tent, he had the mind to examine the token in his hand.

This was a token made of oak, with many intricate patterns carved on it, and inlaid with some silver threads and碎宝石, so it felt a little heavy in the hand.

These patterns composed of silver threads and碎宝石 should be the magic array mentioned by the centaur general, but Allen couldn't see where the so-called secret report in this token would be hidden. Upon closer inspection, in addition to the inlaid silver threads and碎宝石, there was nothing else conspicuous on the token. The whole token was one piece.

Of course, Allen was just curious about the token in his hand. A thing that a legendary powerhouse solemnly ordered to protect was also Allen's mission goal for this trip. If he didn't have any interest, that would be seeing the undead!

Not long after the group of warriors performing the mission left, the rear part of Ahmad's felt tent, which was tightly surrounded, slowly lifted the woolen blanket.

An un-tall dwarven warrior, encased as if in an iron barrel, had several neatly braided queues dangling from his small head and chin, binding his thick beard together. As he walked, they swayed back and forth. He carried a wide, double-bladed axe on his back, and slowly stepped forward.

“Do you really think doing this will help the war situation in the Spring Country?”

Ahmad glanced at the dwarven warrior who had emerged, his tone indifferent, asking with a hint of displeasure.

“Regardless of whether it helps the Spring Country or not, as their ally, we cannot turn a blind eye to their situation.”

The dwarven warrior slowly raised his head, revealing his true face under the light streaming through the skylight in the felt tent. If Allen were present, he might find the dwarven warrior's face familiar; it was Nordin Soreaus, the Knight Commander of the Oak Temple in Mansa City.

“Of course, given the current situation in the wilderness, even troop support for your Huerthan front is slow to arrive, let alone for the Spring Country, thousands of miles away. However, we can at least provide some assistance to the Spring Country in terms of supplies and provisions, right?”

“The longer they hold out in the Spring Country, the greater the help to us in the wilderness. Helping them is actually helping ourselves!”

Nordin's once-exquisite armor was covered in scratches of varying sizes. For the past two years, he had been leading the paladins of the Oak Temple Knight Order, acting as firefighters on various dangerous battlefields in the wilderness, with hardly any time to rest.

This time, he had personally come south to the Huerthan front with a secret mission. The task that Allen and his team had undertaken earlier was part of his mission.

At this moment, facing Ahmad's questioning, Nordin's response had a hint of helplessness, but in his weary eyes, the light of hope, as if never extinguished, still stubbornly flickered, perhaps this was the driving force behind his persistence.

“But, this time you let these youngsters carry out this task, hiding such an important thing among them, isn’t it too risky?”

Ahmad's eyes revealed concern, completely lacking the indifference he had shown when facing Allen and the others. Although the felt tent blocked his view, his gaze seemed to penetrate the thick felt and fall on the group of warriors who were slowly rushing out of the central army camp, either detouring far away or galloping on horseback.

“What else can we do?”

Nordin shrugged helplessly.

“Among us old bones, how many have the courage to cross the long demon blockade line to the south? The longer we live, the more afraid of death we become. None of us two or three hundred-year-olds are willing to step forward and venture to the Spring Country!”

“Of course, the prediction magic of the Tiefling and Succubus among these demons is also powerful, always able to predict the whereabouts of us old guys in advance. Guys like Laurel have also been watching the battlefield, as long as we are alone and reveal a trace, it will definitely attract their covetousness.”

“A legendary soul, in the eyes of these bastards, is comparable to a demigod!”

Nordin spoke of a very realistic problem. Originally, if they really wanted to support or send secret letters, the best and most effective way would definitely be for their legendary powerhouses to personally take action. However, every legendary figure in the wilderness is the apple of their respective tribe's eye, how could they be willing to let them take such a big risk!

Moreover, there is already a certain sense of connection between such legends, coupled with mysterious prediction magic, the stronger the impact on the real world, the easier it is to be detected by prediction magic and various magical talents, unless they themselves have some means to shield prediction magic.

On the contrary, high-level peak warriors like Allen have more opportunities to pass through the demon's position, and the risk they take is far less than that of their legendary powerhouses.

The considerations involved, even if Nordin didn't explain it to Ahmad, he himself was clear.

“As long as that thing can be safely delivered to the hands of the Spring Country's garrison, it can at least allow them to delay the war situation for another half a year, right?”

“In half a year, even if those bastard things in the alliance procrastinate again, they should be able to complete the deployment, and your burden will be much lighter!”

Nordin was actually very embarrassed to face his friend Ahmad. Since Mansa City provided a batch of support to the Centaur tribe half a year ago, until now, this second batch of so-called reinforcements is still just a number. When exactly they can arrive, Nordin, a high-level member of the Oak Temple, cannot get a definite time.

There was no way, the situation in the wilderness was too complicated, the minds of the various large tribes were always unable to reach an agreement, coupled with the prevalence of selfishness, so, even if there was a resolution at the Mansa City Council, in actual action, many tribes would find this and that reason to slow down the progress of the plan.

“Hopefully!”

Ahmad's eyes flickered, his mood heavy.

If the enemy they faced was not demons but an existence like the human kingdom with communication, perhaps the wilderness tribes' approach would have forced their centaur tribe to abandon the current camp long ago. In order to resist the demons, the three centaur tribes have already lost more than 100,000 warriors in the past two years, and in the flames of war where the future is not visible, Ahmad cannot estimate how many centaur warriors will die next before this war finally ends.

Perhaps, this war will continue to consume the last drop of blood of the centaur warriors, and then the entire centaur grassland will be slaughtered by the demons before it has nothing to do with their centaur clan.

Allen did not know that there were deeper things hidden in their mission. After leaving the central army camp, he rode his Mendor warhorse and sped towards the east.

On the back of the map given to him, there was content written in common script, which was information about the vast area occupied by the demons. Although it seemed that this information was very rough, and most of it used words like 'heard' and 'expected', it was still somewhat rewarding compared to Allen, a goblin who knew nothing about the human world.

Allen did not choose to join forces with other wilderness comrades, but prepared to go south alone. Of course, among the companions who took on the task, almost no one made plans to travel together, except for a few guys who were said to be old friends.

In fact, Allen had an impression of many faces in the felt tent. Many of them had mixed in the buffer zone for a while like Allen. Such people are naturally arrogant, full of confidence in their skills, and do not think that one more person will be of more help.

After all, this is a long journey, to pass through a vast area full of demons, one person's goal is ultimately much smaller than one more person. Especially those warriors who advanced from thieves, their eyes did not think that this task would be difficult, perhaps the only trouble was the distance of thousands of miles, they were even more unlikely to bring a burden on the road.

Allen also has his own advantages, that is, his extraordinary dark vision talent, which can see hundreds of meters away in a place where you can't see your fingers.

After receiving this task and knowing the content, Allen's first thought was to use his excellent talent ability, and then match it with a few scrolls, he is not without the opportunity to pass through the demon's defense line.

The number of demons' troops is only so much. According to the prediction magic and divine magic of the Temple of Nature, their approximate scale is about 500,000. At the same time, they have to harass the human Lionheart Kingdom, the Spring Valley King Capital, the Orc Empire border, and the wilderness. In fact, when you really calculate it, the other party's troops cannot control the territory they currently occupy.

Of course, demons do not need to control or rule these lands, and have not thought about managing these territories. Demons, who are born destroyers and killing machines, have come to the tempting land of Ferman World. As far as they can see, any living creature is a delicious meal in their eyes.

Therefore, in fact, in the vast territory occupied by the demons, except for the front lines facing other forces and kingdoms, where the demon army is relatively dense, the real demon garrison in the demon-controlled area is not too many.

The Mendor warhorse galloped at full speed, which was a little faster than Allen's walking on two legs, of course, the biggest advantage was saving Allen's energy. Until after galloping for more than three hundred miles, the Mendor warhorse's pace gradually became staggering, and the breathing between its nostrils also became heavy, exhaling rough air.

Allen slowly pulled the reins, and after the warhorse's speed gradually slowed down, he simply jumped off the horse's back, gently stroked the warhorse, and with two crisp snaps, untied the horse gear from the warhorse.

“Okay, little guy, you have completed your mission by sending me here.”

“Be more alert in the future, and don’t let people catch you again!”

“Pa!!”

A slap hit the warhorse's fat butt hard, accompanied by a burst of shrill screams, the Mendor warhorse stood up, and then rushed back to the northern grassland without looking back, bringing up the clusters of mane between the neck behind it, fluttering in the wind.

After letting go of his mount, Allen collected the horse gear into the dimension bag on the spot, maybe these guys will still be useful in the future. After tidying up the equipment and utensils on his body, Allen patted his hands in satisfaction, then raised his head to carefully identify the direction, and after determining the position, he started to stride, rushing towards the southeast direction.

This rush was another night, plus the distance traveled by the warhorse during the day, Allen had already traveled more than five hundred miles in this day and night.

When the figure of the sun appeared on the eastern horizon and the sunlight shone on the ground, Allen stopped and began to look for a hidden place to rest.