Green Monster Epic

Chapter 361: Counterattack in the Wilderness

Although the sea raiders promised by Hell Duke Moloch didn't materialize, after four days of fierce fighting by the demon legion, the human front line fortress, Blueburg, finally fell.

Akerman, the legendary general of the Dawn Empire, was unfortunately killed in Blueburg Castle during a battle with three powerful Pit Fiends, fulfilling his promise to live and die with the city.

Along with Akerman, 110,000 soldiers of the Human Alliance and three legendary human powerhouses were forever buried on the Blueburg front.

Of course, the demon legion also paid a heavy price, with a total of more than 50,000 elite demons dying on the battlefield while fighting with the human legion, at least half of whom were crushed by the powerful impact of the human heavy cavalry, creating opportunities to severely damage the demon phalanx.

The massive corpses of both sides piled up into small mountains, and then, in the hands of the demon spellcasters, most of the souls that had not yet left their bodies were extracted from the corpses and placed into pre-prepared magic tools.

Regarding souls, demons know the most about them in this world; no other race would dare claim to be first, because the River Styx, which carries the souls of thousands of worlds, runs through the nine layers of Hell!

Incomplete souls were collected, and corpses were randomly thrown onto a wagon, layer upon layer, with blood dripping down the wheels, and then quickly transported by the demon soldiers in the direction they came from, to be delivered to the Gates of Hell in the Mingxi City Palace.

The demon's flesh and blood altar is rough and simple, so building it certainly has high requirements, and the structure is quite complex, but as long as you are interested and understand its structure, it is not too difficult to build.

Of course, its shortcomings are also very obvious; if you want to teleport a powerhouse above the legendary level, the required flesh and blood is calculated in units of ten thousand, and the stronger the powerhouse, the more flesh and blood is needed.

The technique of the Gates of Hell is more refined and the requirements are extremely high; the materials required are even enough to create a semi-divine artifact, and forces without some foundation do not have the capital to build it.

Therefore, compared to the proliferation of flesh and blood altars, Gates of Hell cannot be easily built, let alone summoning creatures from Hell anytime and anywhere.

The biggest spoils of a great battle, for demons and devils, are not precious jewels or rare materials, but piles of warrior bones and souls.

With them, the demon and devil legions, which have no foundation or replenishment in the Fayman world, can once again urgently summon legions from their endless abyss base camp to replenish and even strengthen the losses of their legions.

Only by using war to sustain war can these expeditionary legions obtain new replenishment power and strengthen themselves.

The Human Alliance was forced to retreat a hundred miles, constructing a new line of defense along Eagle's Peak, while constantly adjusting their defensive forces, concentrating the previously evenly distributed legion positions to several important fortresses, preparing to use the advantages of the terrain to offset the gap in legion strength.

This was unavoidable; the individual strength of humans is inherently inferior to most races in the Fayman world, but they are good at learning and thinking, and have a strong desire to pursue strength and beauty, which ultimately led to their current position as the head of the four major civilization systems.

The following days were very difficult for the Human Alliance; the balance maintained for several years was ignited by the addition of the demon legion, with increasingly fierce flames of war.

Blueburg and Eagle's Peak were repeatedly defeated, and each failure was a painful lesson for the Human Alliance, with countless human warriors dying on the battlefield and countless civilians who did not have time to evacuate becoming sacrifices and materials for the demons.

For the first time, the commanders of the Human Alliance felt that perhaps they should not have abandoned the humans in Mingxi City in the first place, and the current situation would not have occurred.

But things have already developed to this point, and it is too late for them to regret; the only thing they can do is to strengthen their defenses while sending envoys to their respective kingdoms for help, asking the countries to send more troops to eliminate this increasingly powerful demon legion and absolutely prevent the recurrence of the previous situation of nurturing a tiger to invite calamity.

Wilderness, Mansa City, is now gradually becoming lively, with armies from various tribes in the wilderness and a large amount of supplies constantly converging towards Mansa City, the heart of the wilderness.

The city could no longer accommodate the sudden surge in population, and more and more troops were stationed on the vast land outside the city, with rough banners waving everywhere.

The large-scale mobilization of the Wilderness Alliance, which has rarely occurred in thousands of years, is happening again, attracting countless merchants and prostitutes who have heard the news.

The Temple of Nature finally used tough methods to lead this action of the Wilderness Allied Forces; without the process of joking, arguing, and fighting in the council, the Temple ordered each member tribe to provide 10,000 troops through the City Lord's Mansion, which was passed down to each member tribe.

Even if each member tribe was more or less unwilling or dissatisfied, the Balance Faction, as the largest force group in the wilderness, and the dozens of gods of the Temple of Nature as their backing, finally each tribal member reluctantly began to execute the orders issued by the City Lord's Mansion, and then there was the current large-scale action.

"This is impossible; before, I and my clansmen fought and killed on the grasslands for your tribe for more than a year, and it hasn't been long since then, and you actually want my tribe to fight for you again! ! !"

Green Lake Village welcomed a familiar guest, Fisher, the commander of the Snowme tribe, who had worked together on the Centaur Grassland for more than a year.

Allen's eyes were cold, and he slammed his big hand on the armrest of the wooden chair under him, and the ironwood armrest broke into two pieces on the spot.

However, Fisher, who was sitting on Allen's left hand side at this time, had a calm expression, unmoved by Allen's滔滔 anger, and remained silent until Allen's anger gradually subsided and reason returned to him.

"Chief Allen, you need to be clear that this matter is not being discussed with you, but an order issued to you by our tribe's chieftain, Yariel."

"Within two months, we want to see one hundred goblin warriors report to our Snowme tribe for assembly."

"If your tribe's warriors are not in place within this time limit, then our tribe has the right to withdraw the recommendation letter previously issued for your tribe! ! !"

"You… … … …"

The anger that Allen had just suppressed rose again with Fisher's tough attitude, and the legendary aura that had just been promoted and was still unstable emanated out, causing Fisher's eyes to flicker for a while, and his body began to tremble slightly, barely maintaining his demeanor under the pressure of the legendary aura.

In the few months since they last met, who would have thought that this bear goblin had actually broken through the shackles of a high-level warrior and become a powerful legendary powerhouse.

"Chief Allen, didn't you and I go south to the front line to fight and kill before for our tribe's recommendation letter? Now, if you give up, then all the previous efforts will be in vain! ! !"

"Our tribe actually doesn't want to do this, but Mansa City has issued a death order, ordering our tribe to send 10,000 troops south to drive out the demon lord in the Centaur Grassland.

Our tribe has a large population, but an army of 10,000 is also a very large number for us, and if we really transfer all the warriors of our tribe, it will also be a heavy burden on our tribe."

"On one side is the death order from Mansa City, and on the other side is the current situation of our tribe; if it were Chief Allen, what would you do?"

"As a subordinate tribe of our tribe, then in this case, your tribe also has an obligation to serve our tribe; no matter if this matter is reported to Mansa City, our tribe is also in the right."

Perhaps because Allen revealed his legendary status and strength, Fisher, who had previously had some superiority when facing Allen and spoke somewhat strongly, also lowered his posture at this time, explaining the difficulties of their tribe to Allen in a gentle and tactful tone.

"Your tribe has burdens, and then you throw those burdens onto us, the vassal tribes? Is that your tribe's way of doing things?"

Alan's eyes practically shot fire, the heavy legendary pressure preventing anyone from approaching the stone fort.

"This is reality, Chieftain Alan!!"

Fisher struggled to raise his head, spreading his hands as he spoke.

"Do you know? A powerful enemy has emerged in the south again. If we can't drive the demons back to their territory as soon as possible, it won't be long before the wilderness becomes a raging battlefield."

"The devils have sent a powerful Duke, whose strength is comparable to a god, and has already led an army of 300,000 devils to flatten the Spring Kingdom's capital!!"

"On the front lines of the human Lionheart Kingdom, the human allied reinforcements have lost over 300,000 troops and over ten thousand square miles of land have been captured. In the southwest, the demons have summoned another powerful army, invading the Beastman Empire, and have already annexed more than a dozen prosperous cities of the Beastman Empire, with countless Beastman civilians dying under the demons' blades and claws."

"That's why the Mansha City Guard has reversed its previous behavior and issued these orders with the support of the Temple of Nature."

"No one knows how long the war will last, or how many brave warriors will be sacrificed."

"The wilderness belongs to everyone, not just us great tribes. You and I both know what the demons and devils are like."

"…"

Alan had been staying in Green Lake Village these days, honing his legendary strength. Although there were no legendary specializations in the tribe, the newly acquired Berserker Inheritance Crystals contained several practical specialization abilities, enough to improve Alan's strength again. Therefore, he really didn't know anything about what was happening outside. Hearing Fisher's detailed account now gradually extinguished the anger in Alan's heart.

The world outside had undergone such earth-shattering changes in less than a year, which was unexpected and caused Alan some concern.

"…The Temple of Nature's philosophy is natural harmony and balance. The demons and devils that have emerged this time are all enemies of nature, and the Temple of Nature will certainly not sit idly by and watch them continue to destroy the world of Feiman…"

After another torrent of explanations, Fisher saw that Alan's expression was gradually calming down, and the aura on his body was slowly receding, so he raised the tone of his voice a little.

"Alright, let me consider this matter for two days!!"

Alan suddenly spoke, interrupting Fisher's explanation and persuasion, and looked up to say indifferently.

"If you're not busy, stay in my village for two days."

"Okay, no problem!!"

Alan was, after all, a legend. Although Fisher came from the powerful Snow Mii tribe, he was still insecure in front of Alan. Without hesitation, he nodded his head like he was grinding garlic.

After sending Fisher away, the huge stone fort became very quiet. Alan sat alone in his exclusive wooden chair, without moving for a long time, his brow full of thought.

After learning about what was happening in the outside world, Alan was clear about one fact: this time, the tribe's forced conscription of warriors to go south with the Snow Mii tribe was probably something he couldn't refuse.

If only he had planned the recommendation letter two years later, perhaps their Green Field tribe could still live leisurely in the Green Field Plain as before.

Unfortunately, everything was already too late. His tribe had already been exposed to the sight of a powerful tribe like the Snow Mii tribe. If he really refused their request, then he couldn't guarantee what kind of punishment they would impose.

After all, the Snow Mii tribe had more than just the Green Field tribe as vassal tribes. If everyone refused their requests like the Green Field tribe, then where would the Snow Mii tribe's authority be, and how would they control the other vassal tribes in the future?

As the chieftain, Alan could see these facts clearly without much thought.

The choices before Alan were actually not many, and the best choice was to comply with the Snow Mii tribe's request and send the warriors of the tribe south to fight alongside the Snow Mii tribe.

Two days passed quickly, and of course, Fisher was also a little reluctant to leave. Green Lake Village, in order to attract more outsiders, had opened several restaurants and noodle shops in the village, selling all kinds of delicacies every day, which opened Fisher's eyes and, of course, filled his stomach.

"I can agree to your tribe's request, but in terms of numbers, I can only send about 50 warriors."

Summoning Fisher again, Alan went straight to the point, without the slightest hesitation.

"This… Chieftain Alan, you're making things difficult for me!!"

Fisher's eyes flickered. Alan cut the number in half as soon as he opened his mouth, which made it difficult for Fisher to report back. But if he really stubbornly retorted, he didn't have the courage. He knew that the Earth Bear in front of him was a legendary figure. If he really angered the other party and was killed casually, the tribe might not be willing to fall out with Alan, as long as Alan promptly lowered his posture and made some compensation.

"You've been wandering around the village for the past two days, and I think you should have some understanding of the situation in the village."

Alan's eyes revealed an expression that would not be refused, but he also knew how to restrain himself, and explained his difficulties in a milder tone.

"The most numerous in our village are the low goblins with little fighting power. Sending them to the battlefield is simply sending them to their deaths. I don't think your tribe would accept such warriors to make up the numbers, would they!!"

"Of course, if you nod and agree, then I can put together a hundred warriors for you now, and you can take them back directly!!"

"Your tribe won't accept low goblins as warriors, so you still need qualified warriors to satisfy you, but there aren't many such warriors in my tribe!!"

"A few years ago, a group of evil god believers came to my Green Field Plain and built a flesh and blood altar in the western foothills, summoning an army of demons. Our tribe fought several battles with them for this, and almost faced the destruction of the tribe. In the end, a legendary dragon passed by and helped us out of the siege!!"

"About ten months ago, a legend who covered his face suddenly appeared above my tribe and attacked my tribe's village for no reason. Although I ambushed and drove him away in the end, the warriors of my tribe also suffered great losses in this attack."

"You can ask any goblin about these things. There's no need for me to lie to you!!"

"Also, because of the losses in the past few years, the number of warriors in my tribe has always been very precious. It's certainly impossible to transfer a hundred warriors to go out with you to fight!!"

"Fifty warriors with a combat power of level 6 or above is my bottom line. Go back and discuss it with your chieftain and elders."

As Alan spoke, he took out a sharp dagger from the dimensional bag behind him, placed it on the long table in front of him, and pushed it in front of Fisher.

Alan couldn't remember which unlucky demon he had scavenged this dagger from. Compared to the scarcity of exquisite weapons in the wilderness, the weapons of the slightly stronger in the abyss were mostly good. From ancient times to the present, many molten, precious metal liquids would roll out of the turbulent lava from time to time. With a little forging, it would be a sharp weapon.

"I'm counting on you for this matter!!"

The purpose of Alan sending this dagger was obvious at a glance. Having dealt with Fisher in the plains for some time, Alan had also figured out the other party's preferences.

Looking at the dagger in front of the table, and then looking up at Alan's calm face, Fisher struggled in his heart.

The clan only told Fischer the requirements for the Green Field Tribe, but did not give Fischer the authority or bottom line to bargain with Allen. Fischer was afraid that if he agreed to Allen's request, he would not be able to explain it to the elders and chiefs when he returned.

But looking at Allen's previous attitude, the conditions he is proposing now are likely to be the other party's final bottom line. If he doesn't agree, then he can't guarantee what kind of reaction this familiar and unfamiliar hobgoblin will make.

Besides, a legendary powerhouse is now discussing with him in a friendly manner and taking the initiative to send a gift. This will definitely be something for Fischer to brag about to his colleagues for a long time.

The friendship of a legend is not so easy to obtain. Even if Fischer is the leader of the Snow Mite Tribe, his relationship with Allen, this hobgoblin, may not be closer than his relationship with the clan's legendary adults!

After all, the two of them fought side by side on the Hurtan Grassland. This friendship is worth Fischer's careful cultivation!

He stretched out his hand with difficulty, put the cold-glowing dagger on the table into his arms, and when he raised his head again, Fischer's face already showed a kind expression.

"I already know the difficulties of Chief Allen. I will go back and report to Elder Taribo and the others, and I will also help Chief Allen and you to fight for it!! I think the elders and chiefs will agree to Chief Allen's conditions after hearing about the difficulties of the Green Field Tribe."

"Then I'll have to trouble Commander Fischer."

Allen nodded slightly, and his eyes showed a bit more closeness. He will have a long time to deal with the Snow Mite Tribe in the future. Although he now resents the tribe's actions, he can only endure it in the long run.

If Allen and the others want to get rid of the connection with several powerful tribes such as the Snow Mite and Ajinaga, and become an important member of the Mansha Wilderness, they still have a long way to go!

"You're welcome, Chief Allen, just wait for my good news!!"

Fischer got the benefits and was able to get closer to Allen, this newly promoted legend. In fact, his heart may not be as struggling as he showed. After changing his face at this time, Fischer no longer stayed in Green Lake Village. After leaving Allen's stone fort, he went directly out of the village and rode a steel-backed bear towards the Cato Mountains.

"Zart, go to Aoro Hills and call back Dasha and Mauro."

"Okay, Chief."

After sending Fischer away, Allen called Zart, who was faster in the village, and ordered two things.

Now that he had made a decision, Allen would not hesitate. He began to plan which warriors to conscript and who to serve as the leader. Of course, the most important thing was to prepare equipment and weapons for this group of warriors, and use the limited time to train them well so that they could have a better chance of surviving on the battlefield.

Only after going to the battlefield will one understand the cruelty of war. Even with Allen's company and full protection, Ke'er and the other young hobgoblins still lost 7 clansmen on the battlefield. And this time, Allen is bound to be unable to go to the battlefield, then the losses of the warriors representing the tribe will be even more immeasurable.

The legendary powerhouse that appeared last time has been quiet for nearly a year, but Allen did not dare to entrust the safety of the tribe to the goddess of luck. Without figuring out why the legend attacked the tribe, Allen did not intend to leave the area within a hundred miles around Green Lake.

Just as Allen began to select 50 brave warriors from the tribe to go on the expedition, Fischer, on the other side, returned to their tribe's main city, Bonn City, with Allen's conditions.

To Fischer's surprise, when he was preparing to report the situation of this contact to the Third Elder Taribo, in addition to the Third Elder Taribo summoning him, the clan's chieftain, Yariel, was sitting in the main seat, quietly looking at the dusty Fischer.

"...So, although Chief Allen agreed to our request, he only promised to send 50 level 6 or higher warriors to fight for our clan."

Fischer was a little uneasy. Originally, in his opinion, it was not a big deal, but it attracted the strongest person in the clan and the ruler, Chieftain Yariel. It seemed that they had known for a long time that Allen, this hobgoblin, had become a legend, otherwise they would not have treated this report so cautiously.

"What do you think? Is their tribe really in trouble?"

Taribo's face did not show any emotion, but he stared into Fischer's eyes and asked for his opinion.

"I...I..."

Fischer was even more panicked. He originally planned to say a few good words for Allen, but he couldn't say it at this time. However, such emotional fluctuations were only a few breaths. After all, Fischer had been tempered on the battlefield of life and death countless times, and his psychological quality was still good.

"I think that what Chief Allen said is indeed credible, and his own strength is strong, so there is no need to create conflicts with him for this small matter."

"...Well, then reply to him according to your opinion."

After the chieftain appeared, Fischer originally thought that this matter would become troublesome, but he did not expect that the progress of the matter would be so smooth, as if the two rulers of the clan had already made preparations.

"From now on, the communication with the Green Field Tribe will be handed over to you!!"

"Your task is to maintain the relationship with the Green Field Tribe, especially their tribal leader!!"

Yariel lightly made a decision on this matter and gave Fischer another important task, which was also in line with his wishes.

"Yes, I will definitely handle this matter well."

Fischer replied decisively and confidently.

"Go to their tribe more often, pay attention to collecting information about their tribe, and also pay attention to the attitude changes of that hobgoblin named Allen."

Taribo Elder also whispered a few words from the side.

"Understood."

After Fischer left, there were only two legends in Taribo's wooden building. At this time, they looked at each other, and there was a bit more meaningful expression in their expressions.

"Letting this kid Fischer win over the other party, will it make Allen, this hobgoblin, think that we underestimate him?"

Taribo was still a little worried, after all, Fischer's strength was in front of him, and Allen was also a legend, so it might be difficult to get along with Fischer on an equal footing.

"Then what can we do?"

Chieftain Yariel waved his hand. There were too many things that the clan needed to plan recently, and their legends had their own tasks. Although winning over a legend was also important, the matter on Mansha City could not be delayed either.

"The only ones in the clan who have contact with that hobgoblin are you and Fischer, two trolls. You attacked his tribe before, although you covered your face and changed your characteristics and methods, you can't guarantee that you didn't reveal any flaws!! So, in the next few years, you are not suitable to appear in the other party's sight, so as not to be noticed by him."

"We can't be too kind either, I'm afraid it will be counterproductive. It's better to let Fischer contact him first. There are still many days to come. As long as the hobgoblin's population and strength do not meet the standards for joining the Mansha Alliance, we will have more time to win over the other party."

"Alas!!"

Taribo was a little disappointed. A talent who could have been brought into the tribe lost the best opportunity by mistake, which is indeed regrettable.

"That's the only way!!"

Making up for the 1000 words missing yesterday.