Green Monster Epic

Of the hundred-plus flying fish, only a few managed to escape. Moreover, their escape direction wasn't towards their nest. Even during the battle, the goblins were particularly careful to prevent the flying swordfish from escaping back to their lair, which could complicate future battles.

Because of thorough preparation, effective tactics, and harmonious cooperation, this battle wasn't too difficult for the goblins. The only thing that troubled everyone was the flying fish's excessive agility when unconstrained, making them harder for the warriors to kill in the air.

"The flying fish chieftain is very strong, much stronger than any of the top warriors in our team. It should have the strength of a half-step legend."

"If that's the case, and there are other leaders among the flying fish that haven't shown themselves, then it's highly likely they possess the combat power of a legendary early-stage creature, so we need to be more cautious."

While the other team members were happily collecting spoils, several leaders gathered to review the problems that arose in the previous battle. Combining the collected data and intelligence, they formulated more effective plans and deduced possible scenarios.

"The strength of ordinary flying fish is basically between mid-tier and high-tier. With the strength of our team now, challenging the remaining flying fish has a greater than 70% chance of success."

Leo thought seriously and gave his judgment solemnly.

"Of course, if we consider the factor that the flying fish leader might be a legendary creature, our final chance of victory should still be above 60%."

"What do you think?"

"I think the chance of victory should be even higher!"

The bear goblin shield warrior, Spark, touched the heavy shield on his back and said decisively, "Give me a few people, and I'm confident I can contain this flying fish leader."

"But the flying fish leader can fly. How will you contain it?"

"When we fought Mr. Figlas, it's not like we haven't experienced opponents who can fly."

"I'll bring two mages with me to cooperate with Spark in isolating the flying fish leader," the spellcaster captain, Amanda, added in a timely manner, answering confidently.

"Good. To prevent the flying fish from noticing anything unusual, we'll launch a collective attack one magic hour later! The weaving net was effective this time, so we can prioritize manufacturing more..."

While the captains were discussing countermeasures, the goblin members had already collected all kinds of spoils and uniformly handed them over to a group managed by a gnome and a bear goblin, who registered them one by one in a special ledger.

"Set out!"

No longer needing to lure the enemy, the goblin team, now launching an attack, moved steadily and orderly towards their target after everything was ready. They groped their way to the entrance of the canyon before finding a hidden spot to lie in wait.

Under the cover of the spellcasters' Cloud and Haze spells, the members concealed their figures. The captains slowly sneaked into the outermost area of the flying fish group to observe the terrain and the fish group up close, refining their attack plan.

In the nameless canyon with a drop of over a hundred meters, around 30-40 meters from the canyon entrance, near several deep, irregular natural cave openings on the cliff face, a group of flying swordfish constantly swam, entering and exiting the nests. Occasionally, a swordfish let out a clear cry, echoed by its surrounding companions, seemingly not much alerted by the previous luring operation.

After the captains returned and began laying out their plans in hushed voices, goblin members left one after another with various tools. The somewhat restless flying fish group at the canyon entrance probably never imagined that their doom was imminent.

Before long, the goblin army also took action. Under the cover of the Haze and Cloud spells, a group of goblins slowly approached the canyon entrance. Once they could roughly see the flying fish nests on the cliff with their naked eyes, a group of spellcasters, led by Amanda, began chanting in low, rhythmic, mysterious tones.

A few minutes later, several sparks suddenly appeared in the gradually darkening sky, dragging long tails of flame as they slowly fell towards the ground. The flying fish swimming outside the nests didn't notice the anomaly above their heads until these sparks gradually approached the ground. The true appearance they revealed illuminated the entire dim canyon in a crimson glow, and the flying fish group finally became alert and began to move.

Fifth-tier mixed magic—Meteor Fall—in reality, its true power far exceeded its designated tier. However, because this magic required a long preparation time, had large magical fluctuations, and the target location of the meteor attack was relatively fixed, it was more often used to attack and destroy certain strongholds or city defenses, and rarely used in combat.

Accompanied by sharp, ear-piercing warning sounds, dozens of flying swordfish emerged from the nests in the cliff. However, before all members of their clan could crawl out of the caves, the six large fire meteors overhead had already crashed into the location of the flying swordfish nests.

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

Flying sand and rocks filled the air. The flying swordfish, haphazardly flying in the sky, didn't have time to escape this canyon before being swept away and pierced by the infinite storm that arose, and the scattered rubble that flew in all directions. Some crashed into the cliffs of the canyon, while others had their bodies pierced by countless pieces of rubble. Only a few flying swordfish were lucky enough to escape this chaos.

Before these few flying swordfish could catch their breath, dozens of throwing spears mixed with arrows hidden within them rained down from the sky, directly covering these few flying swordfish, unsure whether they were lucky or unlucky. Then, several flying swordfish, still twitching and covered in throwing spears and arrows, fell lifelessly to the ground.

Thump! Thump!...

Bang!!!

A series of vibrations came from the cliff walls, which had been ravaged and collapsed by the meteorites. Just as the goblin warriors were quickly gathering in the canyon, a sudden change on the cliff wall, accompanied by another wave of flying sand and rocks, revealed a large, deep cave opening once again in the location of the originally buried flying swordfish nests.

A huge flying swordfish, its sharp thorns extending from its front jaw adding up to over ten meters in length, appeared domineeringly at the cave opening on the cliff. A buzzing sound of flapping wings quickly formed a sonic attack, indiscriminately falling into the ears of the goblins, making them uneasy and causing countless goblins to have various illusions in their minds.

A cool aura timely awakened the goblins whose faces were gradually becoming ferocious. Divine Art Captain Isani, with more than a dozen Divine Art spellcasters, painfully but attentively waved divine spells onto the goblins, preventing them from being controlled by psionic magic.

"Awoo ah!!!!!"

The flying swordfish leader opened and closed its large mouth, revealing rows of sharp, terrifying teeth. Between its breaths, a cloud of thin mist spontaneously arose in this narrow canyon, becoming increasingly dense.

The goblin spellcasters quickly cast spells. Dispel Magic and wind-based spells were cast almost one after another, mutually canceling out the spell effects of the flying swordfish leader and maintaining the clarity of vision in the canyon.

"Hey!!!"

Above the cliff, a majestic figure suddenly appeared on the cliff face. Then, with the momentum of a tiger leaping down, it flew down from the sky, launching a charge in mid-air. It was none other than the bear goblin shield warrior, Spark, with his heavy and sturdy shield.

The Flying Swordfish leader's eyes flashed with disdain. It effortlessly flapped its wings, gliding smoothly to the left for several meters, easily dodging the shield warrior's attack. Simultaneously, the menacing horn on its snout aimed at Spark's back, ready to strike. Just as Spark was about to fall to the ground, his body unexpectedly rose instead. Not only did he narrowly miss the Flying Swordfish leader's horn as it thrust from behind, but he also seized the opportunity to unleash a powerful shield bash, striking the Flying Swordfish leader squarely in the center of its brow, right above its horn.

Whoosh!

The Flying Swordfish leader's mind went blank for a moment, and its body wobbled as it glided forward slowly. Spark, still ascending, also made a diagonal sweep, accurately predicting the leader's gliding trajectory and pouncing again in an arc.

At this moment, a tough vine, coiled around Spark's thick waist like a python, finally came into view. The end of the vine extended all the way to the cliff face from which Spark had jumped.

The short goblin druid, Rirrane, possessed the innate talent of natural affinity. From a young age, he had been kept by the tribe's druid teachers, who personally imparted to him the knowledge of the druids. Compared to the older generation of Green Field Goblins, who mostly had to explore on their own or seek instruction from the Oak Church's druid instructors at a price, this new generation of goblins enjoyed a much happier life and learning environment.

More excellent and substantial teachers, coupled with the tribe's large investment in cultivation and foundation, allowed Rirrane to reach the powerful strength of a high-level 14th-grade druid in just over 30 years. Although he still needed a lot of effort and learning to reach the peak of high-level strength, the magical spells of the caster allowed Rirrane to stand out in the Green Lake Competition and become one of the tribal members of this alliance competition.

Concentrating, he manipulated the plant vines he had summoned, guiding the heavily armored bear goblin Spark in the air, constantly circling around the Flying Swordfish leader, hindering its movements. Although the bear goblin's movements in the air were clumsy and slow, with the help of the terrain and his companions, Spark was ultimately able to restrain the Flying Swordfish leader in the air despite his lack of flight ability.

The Flying Swordfish leader, stunned by the blow, slowly glided towards the ground. When its body was only 2-3 meters above the ground, it finally recovered from the dizziness caused by the shield bash.

Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!

Dozens of vines shot out from the ground, flying towards the Flying Swordfish leader at close range. Tall trees swayed their trunks and branches, covering the Swordfish leader like a large net.

The divine art squad, which had initially used divine arts to dispel the spiritual energy spell effects for their goblin companions, now used Entangling Roots and Plant Ally Summoning, driving the plants around the canyon to serve them.

With a flap of its wings, the Flying Swordfish shattered countless vines and branches with its immense strength. Although the toughness of the summoned plants and vines was increased several times under the blessing of natural power, they were ultimately weaker against the legendary Flying Swordfish.

Occasionally, the branches of a few large trees would cling to the Flying Swordfish's body, but the Flying Swordfish would easily shake them off, breaking them off at the roots and dropping them onto the ravaged ground.

However, as more and more trees and vines rushed towards the Flying Swordfish leader, while also having to deal with the bear goblin's annoying entanglement, the Flying Swordfish leader, becoming impatient, soared upwards, flying directly towards the cliff, preparing to eliminate the annoying little bugs on the cliff first.

Flying Swordfish remnants from the cave flew out continuously, frantically circling and diving above the canyon, attacking the goblin队伍 that had formed a formation at the canyon entrance. Dozens of goblin shield warriors, holding heavy shields, firmly protected the safety of the队伍, while the Sword Dancers and Berserkers patrolling the periphery calmly launched counterattacks against every diving Flying Swordfish.

Although not being able to fly caused a lot of trouble for the melee fighters such as Sword Dancers, Berserkers, and Powerlifters, the Flying Swordfish also lacked ranged attack methods. Apart from the sporadic magic-like attacks, most of its attacks still had to be close combat, which gave the goblin melee fighters a chance to counterattack.

Of course, the goblins' more important means of counterattack were the rangers, archers, and spellcasters protected in the central position by the circular formation. Various mid- and long-range attack methods and magic echoed each other, and each wave of collective offensive always yielded good results.

The Flying Swordfish leader's huge body was getting closer and closer to Rirrane at the top of the cliff. He could almost feel the strong wind pressure, blowing away the sparse hair on Rirrane's head. However, looking at Rirrane's expression, he did not panic at all. He still steadily controlled the tough vines, pulling Spark back quickly.

A look of cruelty appeared in the Flying Swordfish leader's eyes. Its mouth was already open, revealing rows of sharp teeth, and a cloud of magic was about to spew out.

Suddenly, several fleshy figures emerged from the top of the cliff, jumping down without hesitation. A huge woven net, pulled by four ogre warriors, covered the Flying Swordfish leader's head. The spell that the Flying Swordfish leader was about to cast was suddenly disrupted. It immediately changed direction, spraying a cloud of mist towards the giant net above its head.

The cloud of mist quickly deformed, directly turning into a huge wind blade, about to pierce the giant net above its head. Unexpectedly, the originally simple woven net was actually covered with a layer of Spider Web Technique transformed from a magic scroll. In the end, although the wind blade broke a big hole, the still intact woven net tenaciously fell towards the Flying Swordfish.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Having just bought himself some time with magic, the Flying Swordfish leader flapped his wings and glided in a zigzag pattern, dodging the ogre warriors' encirclement along the cliff wall, and quickly climbed upwards.

"Got you!"

Rirrane was not surprised but delighted, muttering a word. Behind him, two druid companions, who had been lying on the ground, ready to go, placed their hands on the ground. Suddenly, there was a commotion around them, and countless vines stretched out from the cliffs out of thin air, rushing towards the Flying Swordfish leader like crazy.

A look of shock and anger appeared in the Flying Swordfish leader's pupils. Its wings and tail fins desperately flapped against the constantly surging vines and roots. Although some of the vines and roots were knocked away and broken, many vines still clung to the swordfish's body, twisting into one or several strands, gradually slowing down the Flying Swordfish's movements.

"Go down!"

Spark, who was late, shouted loudly, and under the traction of the vines behind him, landed on the Flying Swordfish leader's flat forehead. A heavy shield bearing a huge impact slammed onto the swordfish's head. The Flying Swordfish leader only felt a darkness in front of his eyes, and suddenly could not hold back his will, losing control of his body, allowing the vines to pull it towards the ground.

Look, this Flying Swordfish leader only has the strength of a legend, but not its essence, so it is relatively easy for the goblins to deal with it.

This is my idea of the strength of the Mirage Plane creatures. Please don't pick on me and say how powerful the legend I described is, but in fact, wasn't it easily killed by a group of high-level people??