Green Monster Epic

Chapter 338: Mid-Journey Attackers

“Little guy, are you scared?”

Allen turned his head and teased Fidel, who was on his back.

“What's there to be afraid of! Teacher, I'll watch your back. No one will be able to attack you from behind!”

The young human man who had left home for the first time was not saddened or nostalgic about leaving his family. Instead, he was excited, playing with the exquisite dagger his father, Angelo, had given him, waving it around, not afraid of hurting his teacher, Allen.

In the distance, the human army was fiercely counterattacking the demon's defense line. This was the reason Angelo had asked Allen to stay a few more days. With the support Allen and his group had brought, the human army not only replaced a batch of new equipment, but also recruited many new people from the refugees.

This attack on the demons was partly because there had been no major movements for too long, and Angelo hoped to take advantage of the demons' lax defenses to inflict a heavy blow on them. Secondly, it was somewhat cruel, which was to drag these new recruits to the battlefield and use real combat to achieve survival of the fittest, so that these soldiers could grow up as soon as possible.

The remaining territory of the Spring Country was not much, and most of the supplies were used for the front lines of the army. Even so, the army's life was actually very tight. Now, suddenly, tens of thousands of people had been added to the army, and each mouth was a bottomless pit. Although the strength of the army had been improved, it also made the supply situation even more tense.

As the commander of the army, Angelo did not actually agree with using war to consume the army's numbers in order to train soldiers and reduce the population to be supported. This approach was too cruel and cold, but in the current environment, what other choice did he have?

The new recruits had been trained for a month, and the basic combat skills had been taught, but courage was something that could not be honed in a short period of time. The demons' repeated harassment might slowly improve the soldiers' psychological quality and tactical skills, but they would not give themselves too much time. If the demons realized that their army had improved again, they would inevitably make big moves.

So, instead of waiting for the demons to attack, it was better to take the initiative and gain an advantage in the initiative, so as to consume more of the demons' numbers.

Moreover, the people and ministers within the defense zone had not heard good news of a major victory for a long time!

Considering all the factors, this led to this large-scale counterattack on the northeast front. As for why this area was chosen, it was only because Angelo was in charge of the defense zone on this line, and he was prepared to personally lead the battle, striving to create more military exploits for the kingdom.

As for Allen, he could take this opportunity, while the kingdom's army was attracting the demons' attention, to bypass the battlefield from the flank, take Fidel through the demons' defense line, and break through to the northeast.

“Let's go!”

Allen called out softly, then strode out with his nimble steps.

The shouts of fighting in the distance had been going on for more than one magic hour. Even several legendary figures had appeared in the sky. Their fierce attacks triggered various awe-inspiring visions. Allen could even vaguely feel the moves of these legendary figures from afar.

As expected, just as Angelo had expected, their sudden attack on the northeast front caught the demons off guard. Almost all the demon teams around the battlefield were attracted over, which created an excellent opportunity for Allen to break through. Carrying Fidel on his back, he hardly saw any traces of powerful demons along the way. The few low-level demons that appeared were turned into cold corpses under his Bone Cleaver, unable to even make a warning.

“Ah, Teacher, you are so amazing!!!”

As the saying goes, a tiger father will not have a dog son. Fidel, who had the blood of the legendary powerhouse Duke Angelo, not only did not feel uncomfortable in the face of the bloody scene, but became even more excited, whispering shouts on Allen's back.

Listening to the restless little guy's voice behind him, Allen's feet did not stop at all. With the changes in his spirit, his perception of the surrounding situation became more acute, making it easier to discover hidden dangers.

Compared to the hardship of coming, the process of breaking out was rather uneventful. The obstacles Allen encountered caused almost no trouble, until he ran more than two hundred miles in one breath before he stopped.

Going forward, the fighting on the Spring Country front line would not have such a big impact here. There would be more demon patrols, and because he was carrying Fidel, a burden, he had to be more careful.

Traveling through mountains and rivers, hiding during the day and traveling at night, never approaching any places with human town ruins, Allen sneaked cautiously and carefully. Even if he could not travel a hundred miles in one night, he endured the loneliness and boredom, and spent a full two months to complete the journey that he had completed in more than half a month before.

Of course, the benefit of caution was that he encountered almost no danger along the way, except for dozens of demons that were not powerful.

The grassland was in front of him. Allen only needed to bypass the centaur and demon positions, and in at most 3-4 days, he would be able to meet his clansmen again. Thinking of this, Allen felt a little excited.

His mental perception suddenly became a little restless, not a reminder from his intuition, but as if there was something discordant in his mental world, as if something was quietly approaching.

Allen seemed not to care, because he had put the Bone Cleaver into the dimensional bag because he was carrying the human boy Fidel on his back. When his mental power determined that the place made him feel uncomfortable, suddenly the Bone Cleaver appeared in his hand and he slashed out fiercely.

Pfft~~

The Bone Cleaver carved a deep mark on the ground. The world of mental perception was empty, as if it was all an illusion. However, as Allen's head peeked to the side, a ghostly figure was fleeing into the distance in the dark night sky.

“Want to leave?”

After arriving near the grassland, Allen did not need to be too careful. The demons here were mostly confronting and fighting with the centaur army on the centaur front line, and few strong men would wander outside the battlefield. After all, although the demons' nature was chaotic and they did not like to obey discipline, they still could not escape the awe and obedience of the strong. More than a dozen legendary demons had gathered on the centaur front line, so naturally few demon subordinates could live as freely and unrestrained as in the fallen land of the Spring Country.

It was precisely because he was aware of this that Allen unceremoniously launched a chase after the sudden appearance of this malicious figure, anyway, the direction the other party was fleeing was also the route he was going to take.

This was a thief who had advanced to become a professional. The reason he was able to dodge Allen's sudden attack before was because he directly used a Shadow Jump, otherwise at least something would have been left behind under Allen's attack. However, what made Allen a little strange was that the figure of the fleeing guy in front was not similar to most of the demons Allen knew, but more like the jackals that were most common in the wilderness.

“Stop! I am Allen of the Wilderness Green Lake Mercenary Group, are you a member of the Wilderness?”

The more he looked, the more he looked like it. Allen simply shouted a sentence in the common language while chasing.

“Gaga, so it's a friend from the Wilderness. Look at my eyesight, I actually mistook you for a demon!”

The figure in front continued to run for a few steps, then slowly stopped, turned his head and showed a head with a nose shorter than a kobold's nose, it was Allen's familiar jackal face.

“It's all because the night is too dark, which made me mistake the target, sorry, sorry!”

The jackalwere halted awkwardly, his eyes darting as he apologized to Allen, but his muscles remained tense, ready to flee at any moment.

The jackalwere didn't truly want to stop; it was a desperate choice made after weighing his options and realizing he likely couldn't escape his pursuer. Who would have thought that someone who looked like he relied on brute strength could detect his concealment so early and keep up with his full-speed sprint!

"Oh, I see," Allen said calmly, accepting the explanation before inquiring, "I've just returned from the Spring Country and have run out of potions. Do you happen to have any extra you could spare?"

"Ah? What kind of potion do you need?" The jackalwere's eyes flashed, and he asked with some reluctance, "I've been out for a while, and I don't have much left. I don't know if I have what you need."

"While in the Spring Country, I encountered a powerful Demon Hunting Spider and was poisoned. I now need an antidote. Do you have any to spare? I'm willing to pay a sapphire for it."

Allen's face and body, smeared with various plant juices to hide his scent and skin color from the Demon Patrol, did indeed look like he'd been poisoned. Combined with his uneven breathing, it really made him appear unwell.

"Oh, is that so? Let me see!" The jackalwere lowered his head and rummaged through his pack, eventually pulling out a light green potion while warily watching Allen.

"I happen to have an extra potion here. Take it!" The jackalwere was generous, tossing the potion over from a distance. After all, antidotes weren't too expensive, just a few gold coins. Even if Allen was tricking him, the loss wouldn't be great.

"Thank you," Allen's face flashed with joy. He quickly caught the potion, examined it carefully, and then drank it down, while simultaneously tossing a small, dark object with his left hand.

"Hehe, well, I'm really sorry about that!" The jackalwere smirked, pleased with his gain. It was income without any effort.

Just then, a faint beam shot out from behind Allen, aimed directly at the jackalwere in front of him.

At the same time, Allen, who had been feigning exhaustion, suddenly swung the Bone Cleaver, leaving a long, blurry trail with the Ripplewalk, and darted towards the jackalwere.

From the moment the jackalwere approached Allen with ill intent, Allen had considered him an enemy. The only reason he played along was that he couldn't understand why a wilderness native would be blocking his path and trying to assassinate him here.

After all, he had been heading south for quite some time, more than four months. The Hulthan Front had likely changed significantly. Since Allen was now on his way back, he needed to figure out the reason for this assassination attempt.

The jackalwere was already cautious, and when Allen tossed the gem, he remained vigilant, but his focus was more on Allen, and he overlooked the human child behind Allen. When the beam shot out from behind Allen, the jackalwere rogue immediately knew something was wrong. He was about to use Shadow Step to escape further when he suddenly realized his jump skill was失效 (shixiao - ineffective)!

When Allen realized the assassin was a rogue, he had quietly given the only remaining Dimensional Anchor scroll he had to Fidel Jr. during the chase, telling him to watch his movements and act accordingly.

Now that the plan worked, Allen's Bone Cleaver was already striking down on him while the jackalwere was stunned.

"You damned, filthy scum! I am a warrior of the great Areg'Jay tribe! If you dare kill me, the four Legendary masters of my tribe will never spare you!!" The jackalwere rolled clumsily on the ground, dodging Allen's chop, while threatening in a panicked, fierce tone. He also took the opportunity to slash at Allen's lower body with a pair of curved blades.

Allen didn't bother with the jackalwere's blustering threat. Killing and silencing someone in this wilderness would be difficult to trace. Even if what the jackalwere said was true, and his tribe had four Legendaries, these powerful individuals wouldn't mobilize for a mere high-tier. A tribe with four Legendary powerhouses would surely have no fewer than a thousand high-tier combat professionals.

Missing with his sword, Allen directly swept it horizontally, not afraid of how much threat the opponent's daggers would pose to his lower body. The Dimensional Anchor wouldn't last long, and Allen had to end the battle within its duration, or it would be more troublesome.

Seeing Allen ignoring his lower body, the jackalwere had no choice but to retract his blades, crossing them in front of his chest to meet Allen's horizontal sweep head-on. As soon as the blades met the sword, the jackalwere's body was like a light, withered leaf, swiftly retreating backward, actually borrowing Allen's strength to create distance.

Allen had encountered such opponents before, so he wasn't surprised. The moment the sweeping technique ran out of momentum, he stepped forward with both legs and pushed forward with both arms, thrusting the Bone Cleaver directly.

Clang!

Clang!

Each of Allen's strikes was extremely powerful. With the sublimation of his spirit, he vaguely discovered a connection between his spirit and rage, which allowed him to make his moves more restrained and more lethal, while also making him more aware of the surrounding battlefield situation.

Bang!!

The jackalwere's repeated borrowing of strength seemed to have little impact on him, but in reality, Allen's dismantling of the sword's power was transferred through the jackalwere's own body. It was fine in the short term, but after a long time, his body would still be unable to withstand it. After all, the jackalwere's strength as a rogue lay in stealth and assassination, catching opponents off guard. They were still at a disadvantage in this kind of head-on fight.

The shock to his internal organs eventually caused the jackalwere to suffer losses in the battle. He was carelessly struck by Allen's sword, causing internal injuries and continuous bleeding from his mouth. However, this delay allowed the Dimensional Anchor's duration to gradually come to an end, and the jackalwere persevered, seeing this.

Shhh~~

Injured, the jackalwere knew something was wrong. A scroll was released from his hand, and a wisp of mist suddenly appeared across the land, completely enveloping an area of a dozen meters in diameter. Then, Allen lost track of the jackalwere.

The Tempest Sword was unleashed directly, and the hurricane stirred up by the sword ravaged the land. The newly formed cloud of white mist gradually faded with the storm, but when Allen finished his sword technique, the jackalwere's body had already disappeared, having used the cover of the white mist to hide.

Allen released his mental energy, closing his eyes and concentrating to sense the surrounding environment. Then, he struck out with his sword directly to the left, five meters away. With Allen's chop, a figure was squeezed out from the empty grass!

Pfft!!

A mouthful of blood spurted from the jackalwere's mouth. The jackalwere looked at Allen with terror and panic, as if he were a monster. He never thought that a warrior could see through his stealth, wouldn't that make the jackalwere's greatest trump card ineffective!!

"Spare me!!" When Allen's Bone Cleaver was less than an inch from the jackalwere's neck, feeling the cold edge of the sword and Allen's undisguised killing intent, the jackalwere finally begged for mercy.