Green Monster Epic

Chapter 526: The End

In the Barrenwood, the leaders of two lizardfolk tribes, originally of the same bloodline, gathered together, a rare occurrence.

Their purpose was simple: to discuss the upcoming Alliance Tribe Competition.

"…It still feels like something's missing.

The children in the tribe seem to be getting weaker with each generation!"

As natural allies, the warriors of the two tribes trained together for several competitions, improving their strength through sparring.

This also allowed them to coordinate and lay a solid foundation for cooperation within the Mirage Plane.

Fendi, chieftain of the Algon tribe, couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes.

From his observations, the combat prowess of the two tribes' warriors was still unsatisfactory.

"Don't be so demanding.

Give the kids some time to adapt."

Chief Sphinqi of the Amansha tribe was more optimistic.

The lizardfolk of this generation in the Amansha tribe were of higher quality than those of the Algon tribe.

In particular, several geniuses in the tribe had helped the Amansha tribe suppress the Algon tribe's team during the training period.

"However, you should be more concerned about our friend to the north!"

"The Ajina tribe used to rank several places below us, but with a new leader, they might surpass us!"

"…"

Besides natural allies like the Amansha and Algon tribes, whose relationships were relatively strong, other tribes would certainly form alliances during the competition.

However, these alliances were not necessarily reliable within the Mirage Plane.

After all, the Mansha Council, to prevent collusion between tribes, often transmitted each tribe's team to different beacon points according to a one-tribe-one-transmission rule.

If these tribes wanted to gather and act together, they would inevitably waste precious exploration time, affecting their tribe's performance.

Moreover, tribes were also in competition with each other.

If a tribe's ranking improved, another tribe's ranking would naturally decline, which affected the tribe's status and interests in the alliance, forcing the leaders to treat it with caution.

"In my opinion, the regular meeting time of the Ring of Thorns is approaching.

Why don't we attend this year's meeting together and exchange information, so that we don't hinder each other in the Mirage Plane!"

"Of course, if we can reach a consensus on cooperation, that would be even better.

If we're lucky enough to be transmitted to adjacent locations, we can jointly search for more resources and challenge stronger targets!"

Fendi had his own thoughts and plans.

With the current generation of talents in his tribe being relatively mediocre, he needed to find more partners to make up for the difference in strength through cooperation.

"Heh heh, you're certainly ambitious!"

The talented children in his tribe gave Sphinqi great confidence.

He believed that even if his tribe couldn't improve this time, maintaining its current ranking wouldn't be a problem.

As for cooperation, with Algon as a backup and the secretly allied Snow Giants, that was enough.

Any more would only burden his tribe.

Looking at the current Northern Territory, apart from the strongly rising Greenwood Tribe, the strength of tribes like Uruk and Raven's Claw didn't impress Sphinqi at all.

"I can't compare to your tribe.

I only want to maintain our tribe's current ranking in the alliance, and I don't want any other extravagant desires."

Fendi said helplessly, "Besides, if our tribe is lucky enough to be transmitted to a place adjacent to the Greenwood goblins, we can also help you indirectly hinder their exploration and reduce their acquired resources!"

"…That's not a bad idea!"

Sphinqi's eyes lit up.

"Then you must go to this meeting in person and have a good chat with our bear goblin leader, so that he agrees to cooperate with you!"

"You're not going?"

Fendi raised his head, looking at his compatriot with a questioning gaze.

"I'll pass.

I'm preparing to have a head-on competition with the Greenwood Tribe!!

If my Amansha tribe ranks higher than the Greenwood Tribe this time, then I'm going to compete for the position of chairman of the Ring of Thorns next time!"

Sphinqi shook his head and told Fendi his plans.

Over the years, the Ring of Thorns team had played a significant role in stabilizing the situation in the Northern Territory, and the member tribes had also gained good benefits from the team.

The stability of the team and its influence in the Northern Territory gradually made the member tribes feel its value, and the chairmanship, which changed every ten years, gradually became the focus of attention for the member tribes.

The chairman in the Ring of Thorns team didn't actually have much power and couldn't influence the overall situation in the Northern Territory, but being in that position itself meant the tribe's strength and influence in the team.

At the same time, after taking over as chairman, one could intentionally guide the team's future agenda in a direction that was beneficial to their tribe when presiding over various proposals, which was still somewhat useful.

"Alright!"

Fendi nodded, and the two turned their attention back to the two tribes' warriors who were fighting fiercely in front of them.

At this time, under the command of a lizardfolk mage wearing a robe, the Amansha tribe's team was gradually compressing and dividing the Algon tribe's warriors' formation.

In the most intense frontline, an ogre warrior from the Amansha tribe, wearing heavy armor and wielding a heavy warhammer with great force (don't argue about why there would be an ogre warrior in a lizardfolk tribe's team, arguing would make you look stupid), charged directly into the front row of Algon tribe's heavy shield warriors like a chariot, using the heavy warhammer to tear apart the Algon tribe's formation.

Seeing that the Amansha tribe's team was about to win the final battle again, the two lizardfolk leaders had different expressions on their faces.

… … … …

In the hills hundreds of miles east of the Serqin Basin, a team of hundreds of kobolds was marching rapidly.

Occasionally, figures of other natives from the wilderness appeared in the team, their faces full of fatigue and frustration, indicating that they had suffered a lot during this period.

Above the team, which was mainly composed of kobolds, a flying kobold was staring at these guys with stern eyes.

It was Yogg, the dragon-blooded sorcerer who had just entered the high-level Legendary realm.

The Uruk tribe had maintained a friendly relationship with the Greenwood Tribe over the years, and with Allen needing Uruk's support for his ascension, Uruk took the opportunity to exchange a large amount of black dragon blood from Allen, further helping Yogg purify the dragon power in his bloodline, eventually allowing the 200-year-old Yogg to break through years of stagnation and enter the high-level Legendary realm.

The tribe gave Yogg strong support, and Yogg would inevitably have to bear his obligations.

This time, in the Mansha Alliance Tribe Competition, he would fight for the Uruk tribe as a Legendary representative.

"Are you all out of food??"

A pair of scarlet, ferocious eyes glared at the somewhat disorganized ranks below. An icy tone accompanied a cloud of raging fire, mercilessly engulfing the goblinoid ranks beneath.

As the goblinoids' formation widened, they felt the scorching fire wave descending from the sky. They immediately turned tail and ran, throwing their formation into even greater chaos. Some goblinoids, in their panic, strayed from the main group. Suddenly, ghostly vines emerged from the ground, binding these goblinoids tightly. They were then flung into the air, falling directly into the goblinoid ranks, instantly knocking over several of them.

Growing increasingly dissatisfied, Yog waved his staff, conjuring intricate and mysterious patterns. Then, spells rained down on the goblinoid ranks as if they were free, leaving the group dazed, confused and miserable.

…………

In the mountains of the northern region of the Kator Mountains, two more teams, composed mainly of trolls and gnolls, were engaged in fierce combat. Above the two teams, two aloof legendary powerhouses supervised and oversaw the battle, solemnly observing the fighting of the warriors below.

It wasn't just the Mansa Alliance tribes in the northern wilderness who were training their selected elite warriors in a tense and orderly manner. In various regions of the wilderness, wherever there were Alliance member tribes, there would be such a team around their territory, all striving for a better ranking in the once-in-a-century tribal competition.

At the Mansa Quarry, another fierce battle was taking place, this time between a powerful dragon and over 200 goblin warriors.

The warriors of the Green Field Tribe were fighting with increasing organization. Leo, the earth goblin sword dancer and student of the tribe's former leader, Albard, constantly moved through the ranks, assisting small squads that were in disarray while also issuing commands to help stabilize the situation.

Behind the combatants, mages and warlocks gathered, well-protected, and collaboratively cast spells such as Entangling Vines, Gravity Well, and Stone to Mud. Leveraging the power of the team, they amplified the power of the spells, negating the dragon's powerful magic resistance.

The thick vines, twisted into a tangled mess, no longer broke free from Figlas's powerful body as easily as they had at the beginning. Instead, they were like giant pythons with a real life, strangling Figlas as long as they are wrapped around his body.

The solid granite stone, under the effect of the spell, turned into a pool of mud, causing Figlas's large and heavy body to sink deeply into it. This, combined with the Gravity Well and Entangling Vines, created an effect greater than the sum of its parts, severely restricting the dragon's movements and providing a better stage for the warriors in front.

"Hoo!!!"

A breath of dragon fire, accompanied by a scorching stream of air, erupted, engulfing a space over ten meters wide. A dozen shield warriors executed a shield charge, directly blocking the front of the fire stream, forming a solid wall of steel and protecting the safety of their companions behind them.

Shields of Fire materialized around the shield warriors, reducing the fire element damage to the shield warriors. Divine spells that increased fire resistance, reduced magical damage, and healed physical injuries also appeared in time on the companions who needed them.

In addition to Leo, the spellcaster team also had their own commander and coordinator: Sani, a high-level groundling druid who had also studied battlefield strategy under Professor Albard. She was currently riding a cockroach natural companion conjured by Giant Insect, constantly moving among the spellcasters, issuing various commands while also cooperating with her companions to cast natural divine spells.

The battle had been going on for three or four magic hours. Figlas, who had tied his own hands and feet by not using his legendary aerial abilities, had been suppressed on the ground by the goblins ever since his wings were firmly restricted. He could only rely on his own powerful physical strength, fire magic, and dragon scale defense to fight the goblins. Now, Figlas was no longer as composed as he had been at the beginning. His body was covered in battle scars, and he was covered in vines and mud that he couldn't shake off, making him look unspeakably disheveled.

"Get out of the way!!!"

Figlas, who had been watching Allen out of the corner of his eye, narrowed his eyes at Allen's ridicule. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Ignoring the restrictions, ancient dragon words with a mysterious aura slowly drifted from his mouth. Soon, a raging flame rose from his massive body, not only enveloping his body but also igniting the countless thick vine snakes that were entangling him, turning them into fuel for the flames.

The warriors on the ground, in order to avoid being swallowed by the flames, had to retreat several meters, taking out the throwing axes and darts from their backs and waists, throwing them with all their might at Figlas's vital points. Although they were all well aware that such attacks were actually of little use against the dragon's powerful defense.

The muddy ground also gradually cracked under the scorching heat of the flames. The petrification-to-mud spell's model was eroded and destroyed by the fire element, and after reverting to its granite stone essence, it was no longer as difficult for the dragon to exert force as it had been before.

"Roar!!!"

With a long roar, the dragon spread its wings, and its entire massive body soared into the sky. Countless rubble and a huge energy impact immediately dealt a heavy blow to the goblins on the ground.

"Assemble!!"

Shield Warrior Captain Spark gave an order, and over twenty warriors also holding heavy shields quickly gathered together, clang clang clang clang, and connected the heavy shields like building a city wall, erecting a high shield wall in front of more than 200 companions.

Dong!! Bang!! Dong!!

Gravel splashed on the shields, raising clouds of dust. Countless gray-brown stone powder completely enveloped the figures of the goblins, but it was quickly dispelled by a wisp of breeze, restoring clarity to the goblins' vision.

"I'm not fighting anymore!! I'm not fighting anymore!! There's no point in fighting anymore!!"

Figlas glided high in the air hundreds of meters away, maintaining his distance from the goblins, and issued a declaration of ceasefire in frustration.

"Alright, today's training ends here. Everyone performed well!!"

Allen finally managed to clear the teasing smile from his face and instructed the goblin children below with satisfaction: "In view of your good performance, I'll let you rest for half a day today!!"

"Awoo!!"

"Alright!!"

A group of goblins were overjoyed. They couldn't remember when was the last time everyone was really free to rest. Every day when they woke up, they were either quarrying stone or preparing to fight the dragon, and the rest of the time they had to endure painful torture even when eating. That sense of fulfillment and suffering also made it impossible for them to think about rest.

Now that they had finally received the kindness of Clan Chief Allen and obtained half a day of rest, how could the goblins endure that joy? The entire quarry was filled with the cheers of the goblins.