Green Monster Epic

Chapter 431: A Conclusion

Working in tandem with Nicol, and at the cost of several chunks of flesh being torn from Nicol's shoulders and belly, Allen finally managed to slice off half the head of the fiercely fighting black dragon.

The fearsome black dragon then fell like a landslide of meat, slowly crashing to the ground.

Boom!

A deep tremor reverberated through the ground.

Allen's legendary leather armor was also mottled with damage, but compared to Nicol, who stood beside him in the air, his figure and movements were not as disheveled.

Originally, the two black dragons, serving as the main force for the siege, were only at the early stages of the Legendary rank.

Although dragons were naturally top-tier existences among their peers, Nicol, a powerful ogre, could only barely withstand the black dragon's attacks.

However, when Allen joined the fray, he, with his mastery of both magic and physical combat and his extremely powerful physique, almost completely countered the dragon.

After signaling Nicol to intensify his efforts to hold back the black dragon, Allen fully unleashed his agile movements and formidable brute strength, treating the mountain of flesh that was the black dragon like a mere target, ruthlessly bullying it.

The black dragon, in desperation, attempted to break through Nicol's blockade by trading injuries, but after paying a significant price to overcome the ogre's interception, it was met head-on by Allen, the powerful bear-earth spirit, who smashed it back with a single sword strike.

In terms of strength, Allen was evenly matched with the black dragon.

With Nicol, an ogre known for his strength and resilience, providing assistance, the black dragon could not completely shake off the entanglement of the two Legendary figures.

In terms of speed, the black dragon paled in comparison to Allen, being left far behind.

It was a pity that not all dragons possessed the talent to learn Druidic transformation magic, especially black dragons like this one, whose nature was killing and destruction.

They were diametrically opposed to the Druidic profession, which valued closeness to nature, making it nearly impossible for them to master the magic of transforming into humanoid creatures.

Otherwise, dragons that transformed into human form, while losing the advantages of physical strength and defense, could gain more flexible movements and agility, at least allowing them to escape without being as embarrassed and even losing their lives as they were now.

This was already the unknownth Legendary being to lose their life under Allen's Bone Cleaver sword, so Allen was not excited at this time, but calmly accumulating anger and strength, focusing on the higher battlefield.

After they had eliminated the greatest threat to the fortress, the drow legions in the distance finally completely collapsed, along with the dozen or so Legendary drow entangled in the fierce battle in the sky, scattering and fleeing in utter disarray.

Allen retracted his gaze and refocused his attention on the black dragon's body on the ground.

After exchanging a glance with Nicol, the two of them charged straight down without any hesitation, beginning to collect their spoils of war.

As for how the Greenwild Tribe's people fared and how great their losses were, Allen did not care too much about it.

After all, with the drow army now collapsing, whether the Wildlands Coalition continued to pursue or stopped to reorganize, the danger would not be too great.

As for the specific situation of the Greenwild Tribe's people, Albad and the others would naturally report it to him after the battle was over.

Since he had already decided to send this group of elite tribesmen to the battlefield for training, Allen had already prepared himself mentally for the possibility of significant losses.

Now that the tribe's population was steadily increasing, even if half of the two thousand warriors brought this time were lost, it was an acceptable fact for the entire tribe.

As for the drow Legendary figures who fled far away, and the allied Legendary figures who pursued them, that was even less of a concern for Allen and Nicol.

Soon, the massive corpse of the black dragon was almost completely divided by Allen and Nicol.

According to the size of their respective contributions to the battle, Nicol and Allen did not have too many disputes and divided all the spoils of the black dragon in a roughly equitable manner.

The only pity was that most of the items in the black dragon's dimensional storage were glittering gold coins.

There were only a few shiny objects such as jewelry, and a very small amount of magical equipment and other items.

In terms of storage value, there were really not many valuable items, which greatly disappointed Allen and Nicol.

However, the black dragon's body itself was priceless.

Whether it was its flowing blood, or the metal-like scales on its surface, or even the flesh and bones encased beneath the scales, they were all rare magical materials, which made up for a lot of Allen's and Nicol's shortcomings.

After the two had divided the spoils, they looked up again and saw that the battlefield in the distance had gradually become desolate.

In addition to scouts and patrolling soldiers sporadically active in the piles of corpses, more warriors had chased out more than a dozen miles away.

Everywhere Allen went was bloody, and the strong smell could not be dispelled from his mouth and nose.

With a dashing dragging-sword motion, Allen sheathed the Bone Cleaver in his hand, and at the same time, his whole person turned into a battlefield shadow, heading straight for the distant battlefield.

As for the ogre Legendary Nicol, covered in wounds, he glanced enviously at Allen's departing back, then turned back to the Muir Fortress, both as the main force stationed in the fortress and to conveniently manage and recover from his unbearable injuries.

In fact, even if Allen caught up, it might not be of much use.

At this time, after suffering a great loss, the drow legions retreated more than two hundred miles, and it was not until the Wildlands Coalition's pursuit slowed down that they reorganized their troops and built a defense line.

The drow understood very well that the best result of their attack on the Muir Fortress was to occupy the strategic pass of the Muir Fortress, which would naturally be good.

But if they really could not achieve this goal, they had also made the worst plan, which was to retreat to the depths of the northern Wildlands after a failed probing attack, redeploy their defenses, wait for reinforcements from the underground, and then make other plans.

The only thing they did not expect was that this mixed coalition in the Wildlands could be so united.

In their drow's first probing attack, they directly pressed on with their strongest and most elite main force, catching the drow off guard and chasing them more than two hundred miles deep.

The losses of the drow legions made several drow matriarchs very distressed, but after gaining advantages, the several Legendary leaders of the Wildlands Coalition also knew when to stop.

Seeing the native warriors chasing on the ground panting and sweating profusely, they reversed their previous momentum as if they would not give up until they were done, and directly sounded the retreat bugle.

Several Legendary powerhouses soared high in the sky, staring intently at the drow powerhouses who were also confronting them in the distance, revealing a bit of mockery in their eyes, and so openly guarded the rear for the native warriors below, until the figures of the native warriors on the ground gradually blurred, before reluctantly waving goodbye to the drow in the distance and slowly retreating.

A great battle lasted directly from dawn to dusk.

The fighting between legions of more than one hundred thousand for more than ten hours ended with a great victory for the Wildlands Coalition.