Green Monster Epic

Alan's days that followed were quite comfortable. Besides resting his body every day, he spent more time honing his physical condition and tempering his Legendary Feats.

Although Alan was gradually mastering the Legendary Feats, he was still not satisfied, wanting to explore every bit of their potential, preferably to make them like Heavy Blow, becoming Alan's instinctive state, contained in every attack.

Only after arriving at the Western Front did Alan realize the intensity of the human army's attacks. He initially thought the fighting at the front when he reported for duty was just a coincidence, but after staying on the Western Front for a while, he understood that such battles involving tens of thousands of people occurred every few days.

Perhaps, only the battles between Legendary powerhouses were not as intense as those on the battlefield.

If Alan hadn't suddenly emerged and fought desperately, these battles between powerhouses might have seemed astonishing, but mostly everyone tacitly confronted each other. Compared to the demons and devils, the mortal enemies of the Fayman World, the war between humans and the wilderness natives was not fought for survival, but for the gods behind the major forces. Everyone understood this, and no one would recklessly do foolish things.

The real battle still relied on the soldiers below, who used flesh and blood to achieve their goals little by little.

The human legions charged fiercely, almost disregarding the losses of their soldiers. Led by several elite legions, they continuously put heavy pressure on the wilderness legions. However, their advance was very steady. Whenever the wilderness legions showed signs of collapse and a rout seemed imminent, the human forces would instead restrain their pursuing legions, only allowing the agile light cavalry to harass them, and then steadily advance dozens of miles into the grasslands.

Until now, the positions of both sides have been in a tug-of-war. Either the human legions win a battle and advance dozens of miles into the wilderness, or the wilderness legions fight back fiercely and reclaim a hundred miles of territory at once.

But overall, the human coalition has won more often, and the wilderness legions are relatively at a disadvantage. As for the losses of soldiers, the wilderness legions have the upper hand, with the human coalition suffering more casualties.

Dozens of fierce battles have caused the losses of the wilderness coalition to gradually reach the psychological bottom line of the various tribes. Not to mention anything else, the supplementary soldiers sent by the tribes alone have exceeded one million. Adding the main forces of the previous reinforcements, so many soldiers have been killed or wounded that even if more than a hundred member tribes share the burden, everyone inevitably feels heartache.

The population base of each tribe in the wilderness is not large to begin with, unlike those human kingdoms, which often have millions or even tens of millions of people. If we really compare the foundation of power, the wilderness is still the weaker side.

Of course, the main reason is that the various tribes in the wilderness alliance are in an equal position. Although there are several super-powerful tribes, they cannot dominate the wilderness. The Temple of Nature has long been in the shadows, guiding the development of the wilderness. In peacetime, this seems to show their greatness, but in this war situation, their early tolerance has instead created the danger that the wilderness alliance may disintegrate at any time.

Not all tribal leaders can be farsighted. They consider more often the interests of themselves and their tribal descendants. When the tribe's losses reach a critical point, their hearts will begin to produce conflicting emotions, and then they will begin to retreat.

The further north the tribes are, the greater their selfishness and actions, because they know that if the human coalition wants to occupy their wilderness, there are still countless tribes in the south to resist, and only then will it be their turn.

The high-level members of the Temple of Nature, and the five demigod pillars of the wilderness alliance, have spent more of their energy these days maintaining the situation of the alliance.

In another great battle, Alan finally made a rare appearance, but after just climbing into the sky for a short while, he fled back in a sorry state. Three or four human powerhouses surged towards Alan at once, especially the blond middle-aged man who had attacked him before, whose attack was the most vicious. He unleashed a full-force blow right from the start, directly knocking Alan dozens of meters away, and holding back the other wilderness legends who wanted to help Alan.

The three human legends who followed closely each used powerful methods to block Alan's figure in all directions. Fortunately, Alan finally unleashed his Fury skill, and at the same time swallowed a bottle of crimson liquid, instantly stimulating his ferocious strength. After leaving shallow wounds on his body, he plunged into the army camp in the rear of the grassland without looking back.

It seems that the human powerhouses have not yet let go of the hatred in their hearts for the guy who killed one of their companions a few months ago!! Alan drooped his head in frustration, and then continued to find a place to hone his own strength.

The impact of him desperately killing a human legend in a fit of anger was that nearly 20 legends on the Western Front would occasionally show a look of fear in their eyes when they saw Alan, but then they would put on a polite smile and enthusiastically try to get closer to Alan.

And those envoys from the major tribes were even more eager to contact Alan, not seeking a close relationship, but just wanting to maintain a stable channel.

In private, there were even many lobbyists who came to work on Alan, promising various generous benefits, trying to get Alan to switch allegiance and join their tribe. Inheritance, money, status... everything Alan could think of and couldn't think of was placed in front of Alan, heard in Alan's ears, and even made his heart flutter, and his firm beliefs were somewhat shaken.

At this time, Alan clearly felt how profound the heritage of those powerful tribes of thousands of years was.

The longer the history of the tribe, the better the conditions they gave Alan. Of course, there were also many tribes that offered even more generous conditions. However, Alan could find out with a little inquiry that most of the other tribes had legendary powerhouses who had fallen in this disaster, and their strength was greatly damaged. They had no choice but to win over other powerhouses to stabilize the tribe's historical heritage for more than ten generations, as well as the huge interests behind it.

In any case, from the current situation, at least Alan's plan to deter people's hearts was successful.

However, Alan's bravery also brought him a huge trouble. Now, this trouble has come to his door again.

"Yo, your style today is not good!!"

Bridgette Fall, a mid-level Legendary powerhouse from the Bersuni tribe, with a hint of dissatisfaction on her face, directly lifted the felt tent in front of Alan's door and began to ridicule Alan unceremoniously.

Alan looked up. This female bear-earthling, with a fierce bear pattern carved on her face, and exposing a fluffy and plump thing on her left side, has been running over since Alan inadvertently helped her out last time, staring straight at Alan, making Alan's heart tremble.

After that, Bridgette often ran to Alan, pulling on various topics, making Alan very headache. Once Alan couldn't bear it anymore, he impulsively grabbed Bone Cleaver and was about to send this female away forcefully. The other party greeted him with an elbow strike on Alan's face, making his head dizzy on the spot.

Alan, who was exasperated, was not polite at the time, and directly lifted the felt tent and started fighting, and then...

There was no then. From that time on, whenever Alan saw this bear-earthling female, besides hating her and itching his teeth, he could only treat the other party as air, just like now.

"You ran away from the battle after only a few moves. This is not the male that I, Bridgette, have taken a fancy to!!"

"..."

Alan directly regarded these words as air, turned his head and continued to slowly mobilize his anger to circulate his blood, strengthening the thickness and width of his blood vessel walls.

"Hey, I said, Alan, will you agree to what I told you before?"

"My wealth is very rich. I have 2 legendary feat crystals and a legendary spear... Well, of course, I can also get more than 3,000 gold coins in dividends every year in the clan..."

"As long as you marry me and we have a child, all these things will belong to our child. What do you think?"

"..."

Alan didn't know whether this bear-earthling female's brain was full of lust. At that time, it was just a matter of convenience. When Alan chose Eunice, the human legend, to attack, he didn't notice that the other party was attacking this female. Then, this Bridgette took advantage of this reason and stubbornly pounced on Alan, asking Alan to go to the Green Field Tribe to become a son-in-law. How could Alan agree to this upside-down thing.

Although the other party's wealth was indeed considerable, Alan even had the fantasy of seducing the other party to the Green Field Tribe, so that the tribe would have two legendary powerhouses, plus her wealth accumulated over decades, I am afraid that in Alan's lifetime, the Green Field Tribe would be able to meet the hard conditions to become a member of the Mansa Alliance.

However, this thought just appeared in Alan's mind, and he shook his bear head repeatedly, shaking it out of his head fiercely in a series of chills.

Alan didn't want to be pounced on by a fierce bear-earthling female every day, using harsh methods to do certain shameful things that he didn't like. Because Alan realized sadly that he probably couldn't beat this woman in a short time.

Fortunately, although this Bridgette coveted Alan's beauty, her behavior and actions were still considered regular. Except for the first time when Alan took the initiative to attack, the two sides competed once. In the days that followed, although Bridgette kept harassing Alan, she basically never used force.

After all, if Alan was really annoyed, even if he couldn't beat the other party, he could still fight desperately.

Bridgette's figure is very burly, and the time she was promoted to Legend was also relatively long. Under the pampered life, the fat on her body is no thinner than A-Xiao's figure when he suddenly became fat that year. Walking on the road, Bridgette's fat covered by fluff always shakes three times, like a fluffy meatball.

However, Bridgette, who had traveled outside for more than ten years and had seen the wonderful world outside, her aesthetics were gradually changed by outsiders, especially those beautiful and handsome elves. All beautiful things will always be sought after by intelligent races, as long as these races or individuals can solve basic food and clothing.

Brigitte clearly didn't need to worry about food and clothing, so her aesthetic sense was improving. Although elves were handsome, they couldn't mate with her to produce excellent offspring. In the end, Brigitte could only reluctantly give up her beloved.

Until Allen appeared. His slender but explosive figure, along with his wild and powerful strength, was Brigitte's ideal perfect partner.

Impatiently, Brigitte began her courtship of Allen, bold and direct, leading to the scenes unfolding now.

Allen was troubled. He wasn't very interested in matters of lust. While his companions were starting families and having children, Allen was focused on improving himself and strengthening his tribe. He couldn't spare the energy to think about other things.

Now, facing Brigitte's frantic pursuit, Allen had no choice but to ignore her.

Of course, Brigitte's pursuit also brought some benefits to Allen. To show off her wealth and generous personality, Brigitte would take out one of her inheritance crystals during Allen's leisure time, providing it for Allen to study.

In this way, Allen came into contact with his second legendary specialization – Legendary Combat Techniques. After studying it, Allen realized how many loopholes there were in his usual combat techniques. Unfortunately, this crystal didn't belong to Allen. Brigitte only let Allen experience its mysteries a few times before refusing to lend it to him again, much to Allen's chagrin!

Soon, Brigitte lost her mind to seduce Allen. The frontline human army launched another general attack, with hundreds of thousands of troops approaching the north simultaneously. On the grassland positions stretching for hundreds of miles, countless wilderness warriors fought with the human legions. As legendary powerhouses, Allen and Brigitte couldn't shirk their responsibilities.

It seemed that this human attack had been planned for a long time. Ten elite legions guarded by legendary domains were used as vanguards, launching attacks simultaneously on three fronts, causing the wilderness legions to suffer greatly in the first wave.

Allen left the defense zone of Turunburg and moved to Hugi Heights, about 50 miles west of Turunburg, avoiding the human powerhouses who recognized his face. Now he could finally let go and face a human legend also stationed at Hugi Heights.

Because his main purpose had already been achieved, Allen's battle with the brown-haired human male in front of him seemed like a grand opening and closing, with the two sides fighting fiercely. But in reality, Allen had been conservative, mainly focusing on defense and dodging.

Anyway, the first thing he looked for in his opponent was to see the other side's weakness in speed, so relying on his relatively flexible speed, Allen was able to handle his opponent with ease.

At the same time, he still had the energy to peek at the battle between the human legions and the wilderness soldiers on the highlands below.

The human legion on the Hugi Heights front, with a heavy cavalry and a 10,000-man legion led by two domain legends as its core, constantly attacked the main force of the wilderness allied forces. Although the wilderness warriors were brave, the tactical gap and the numerical disadvantage caused them to begin to collapse on a small scale after a short half-day stalemate, with the number of casualties exceeding 30%.

Allen wasn't a commander, but he could roughly see that the wilderness allied forces were likely to suffer another disastrous defeat. If it weren't for the obstruction of the human in front of him, he might have been able to rush down to help disrupt the formation of several human armies. But now he couldn't spare the effort and could only watch as the wilderness allied forces' formation gradually collapsed until the final collapse.

The defeat of the army below also meant that Allen and the other legends were about to end the battle. With a furious heavy slash that contained a devastating heavy hit effect, Allen brutally split open the human entanglement in front of him, turned around expressionlessly, and followed the tracks of the other wilderness powerhouses without looking back, retreating.

This time, the human legions bloomed on three points on the western front, winning great victories. After the great victories, the other side unusually didn't consolidate their gains, but directly sent out elite forces, biting the wilderness routs, chasing for nearly a hundred miles before stopping.

Turunburg fell into human hands in this battle, and the Commander's tent was therefore moved to the vicinity of Saddle Hill, more than 50 miles away from Turunburg. When Allen and the other legends returned to report, covered in dust, the tent was already in a heated argument.

"…We can't keep fighting like this. More than 3,000 of our tribe's warriors have died or been injured this time, and they can no longer maintain a complete 10,000-man army! !"

"That's right! ! The troops newly replenished by our tribe were directly crippled this time. Can't we just send a letter back now and ask the tribe to replenish troops? ?"

Although the member tribes of the alliance didn't have command authority, their warriors were still under the command of their respective leaders. At the same time, each tribe also sent envoys to advance and retreat with the Commander's tent, communicate with the leaders in the army at any time, learn about their difficulties and demands, and report them to the Commander's tent.

At this time, a group of envoys began to clamor, complaining to Commander Allen of the Commander's tent.

None of the legendary powerhouses spoke, but their eyes more or less carried some emotions, but they looked expressionlessly at the figures above the tent.

"Then tell me, everyone, what should we choose?"

The wrinkled face of the ogre demigod Allen didn't show too many emotions, but he looked around indifferently. Whenever his eyes swept over an area, the noise in that area weakened a little.

"I think we can give up the current area of the grassland and withdraw to Hul'tan Valley to garrison. After the human army occupies the existing territory, their rear supply line will be stretched for thousands of miles, and the burden will inevitably be heavy!"

"That's right! !"

Someone began to make suggestions. Allen looked in the direction of the voice. It was a half-elf representative, who must be the mouthpiece of the conservative faction.

"That's impossible! ! This grassland has belonged to my Dayan Khanate for generations. We can't give it up! !"

Metaru, the commercial minister of the Dayan Khanate, was also the representative of the Dayan Khanate in front of the Commander's tent at this time, and immediately made a firm rebuttal.

"That's right! ! ! The Centaur Grassland has always been the territory of my Centaur clan. For this reason, our clan's warriors have nourished this fertile land with blood and must not lose it! !"

"Yes, if you decide to give up, then my Centaur clan needs to consider whether to continue guarding the Centaur Grassland and resist the human countries in the future! !"

The other two Centaur Khanate envoys didn't kick them when they were down. Although the area that everyone was discussing giving up at this time was mostly the territory of the Dayan Khanate, and had little blood relationship with the other two clans.

But if they didn't support Metaru at this time, then the situation that the Dayan Khanate tribe encountered next might be a lesson for the two of them.

"I also think it's inappropriate! !"

"The humans' ambitions are too great. It's impossible for them to just covet a mere Centaur Grassland. If we give in and retreat now, wouldn't it just let the humans see our weakness? ?"

"…You make it sound good, so which tribe will send troops next?"

"Anyway, our tribe doesn't have any extra manpower to support us. I'm now…"

A group of people quarreled, and the voices became louder and louder, making a very dignified meeting place seem like a noisy playground.

"Shut up, all of you! !"

Finally, Amber Naby, a legendary high-ranking priest from the Ranger Goddess, used her majestic voice to shock the audience, which stopped the increasingly loud disputes.

This is also the norm that appears when the Mansa Alliance usually holds meetings in Mansa City. As a loose alliance without a core ruling circle, whenever major events occur, it will always be like this now, with disputes and contradictions slowing things down.

It's just that the representatives in the Commander's tent at this time have forgotten one thing. This isn't Mansa City, but the command camp of the front-line army. How can they still be like discussing matters in the Mansa City Council Hall, where everyone can make various suggestions and bargain! !

"This is the Commander's tent, not the council. We can listen to your opinions, but we may not implement them. If you want us to listen to your suggestions, send your suggestions back to Mansa City and let the City Lord's Mansion give us orders! !"

Amber's back is the Temple of Nature, and her confidence is naturally stronger than that of Allen, the demigod.

In addition to Allen, there are four other powerhouses above the wilderness demigod, only one of whom is in the same camp as him and belongs to the balanced camp, while the other three have different political positions.

"Your Excellency Amber, what you said…"

"Report, a human cavalry team has come from the south, and the banner they are flying is the envoy of the human coalition! ! !"

Just as a new dispute was about to start again, a guard captain with a loud voice suddenly shouted outside the tent, suppressing the gradually opening disputes all at once.

"What? ? How dare they come! ! !"

"Kill them! ! !"

"Yes, kill these bastards! !"

"They must be here to show off and mock us! !"

"…"

"Look, what should we do?"

As the commander, Allen didn't dare to make a decision lightly with Amber and another jackal demigod, Briken Ritter, present, so he turned to ask for their opinions.

Briken didn't speak, but turned his gaze to Amber. After all, everyone at their level knew that the real leader of the wilderness was still the Temple of Nature.

"Let's meet them first! !"

Amber frowned and thought for a while, then said.

"Then what about these guys?"

Briken didn't care, but seeing the noisy scene below, he asked with some annoyance.

"Except for the legends, everyone else get out of here! !"

Allen's aura suddenly rose, covering the large tent. Everyone in the room felt as if someone was holding a knife to their necks. As the voices stopped, they shivered and slipped out.