Green Monster Epic

Chapter 565: Kozumer's Choice

As the strongest tribe in the wilderness, the Pale Night tribe could be said to be full of talents.

While other tribes were still worried about the inheritance of their own tribe, the Pale Night tribe could even send a branch north to establish the Thunder tribe, which was dedicated to keeping an eye on the Northern Elven Kingdom in the wilderness.

Not to mention the precious legendary powerhouses, just the spellcaster profession, which was highly valued by all tribes in the wilderness, the Pale Night tribe alone had more than the sum of a dozen other tribes.

This time, after receiving the secret envoy from the Northern Snow Mibu tribe informing him of the whereabouts of the Devouring Flame Dragon, Kozumer simply made a request to the tribe, and the tribe dispatched a team of more than a dozen high-level spellcasters to help him deal with this cunning dragon.

Figras, the giant dragon, had repeatedly escaped from the encirclement of his group of kobolds, which made Kozumer, the legendary kobold elder leading the team, feel both frustrated and resentful.

However, Kozumer was not stupid.

He clearly felt that this giant dragon seemed to be fleeing randomly, but in fact, it had never left the range of the Green Field tribe.

Obviously, there must be some reason for this.

Therefore, after the kobold Shadow Walker responsible for monitoring Allen's detached castle informed Kozumer that the giant dragon had appeared in the castle, Kozumer, who was tired of searching for Figras, strengthened his surveillance of Allen and sent a high-level druid with an animal companion from their team to closely monitor Allen.

This was the best way Kozumer could think of.

After all, the true purpose of this giant dragon was not clear, and Kozumer was determined to get this giant dragon, so he could only disperse more manpower to find the whereabouts of the giant dragon, instead of waiting for the rabbit and putting more energy on Allen, the secondary target.

The reason why Kozumer had such a strong obsession with Figras, the giant dragon, was actually because he himself had great selfishness and hid a secret that only he knew.

The Jewel of Radiance, as a treasure, could be regarded as a high-level magic jewelry with some magical functions, but for a legend like Kozumer, there was no need to chase and kill a giant dragon for a hundred years for it.

But who made Kozumer find a parchment when he obtained this treasure, which recorded a legend about a mysterious relic.

It was also very sad to say that Kozumer and the others really just regarded this treasure as a gift for the birthday of Elder Davinson of the Pale Night, so it was stored in the tribe's public treasury.

Until Figras, the giant dragon, sneaked into the heavy treasury of the Thunder tribe and scavenged the valuable treasures in the treasury, Kozumer was so angry that he slapped the sturdy wooden box made of ironwood and found the existence of the parchment.

Otherwise, if Kozumer really knew the important role of this Jewel of Radiance, he would not have stored it in the tribe's treasury, but would have placed it close to his body in his dimensional bag, and there would have been nothing for Figras to do.

The more Kozumer studied the content on the parchment, the more angry and regretful he became.

If the content on the parchment was credible, then what he lost was not just a high-level magic jewelry, but an extremely important opportunity.

Kozumer had been promoted to the high level of legend for nearly two hundred years, but after reaching his current level, his strength became difficult to improve.

The older the old fellow lived, the more afraid of death he was, especially for strong men like Kozumer, who had spent so much energy and price for his current status and strength, how could he be willing to become a wisp of ghost in the River Styx before he had fully enjoyed life!

Seeing that the road ahead was gradually cut off, and feeling that his body was gradually dying, Kozumer had unspeakable fear and nostalgia in his heart.

Therefore, after the main branch of the Pale Night tribe issued a recall order, Kozumer, after a struggle, would sadly lead tens of thousands of kobolds south, seeking nothing more than the experience and teachings of Davinson, the strongest man in the wilderness, regarding demigod promotion.

Otherwise, Kozumer would be sick in the head to give up being a tribal leader of a not-so-weak tribe, but run back to the Pale Night tribe to be an elder without much real power!

There is an old saying in the wilderness, "Even a snake's head is smaller, but it is freer than a dragon's tail."

No matter what, the Thunder tribe also has two or three thousand tribesmen who listen to Kozumer's orders, but after returning to the Pale Night tribe, if he wants to dispatch a team of warriors, he still has to inform the relevant commander.

Although the other party does not dare to embarrass himself, he is not as free as he was in the Thunder tribe!

But after arriving at the Pale Night tribe, Kozumer still did not get what he wanted.

Of course, this cannot be blamed on Elder Davinson for being selfish.

It is really that some things can only be understood implicitly but cannot be expressed in words, and Davinson's promotion back then was actually a coincidence, and he may not be able to summarize much experience.

After the expectations in his heart fell through, and he could not obtain further hope in the knowledge collection of the Pale Night tribe, Kozumer could only turn his attention back to the secret on that parchment.

Just right, the troll of the Snow Mibu tribe, who had some friendship with Kozumer in the north, sent a piece of information about the whereabouts of the giant dragon.

At that time, Kozumer could not sit still and immediately led a team of elites to kill back.

The relic recorded on the parchment was related to an ancient god.

If this information was leaked, I am afraid that even Elder Davinson of the Pale Night tribe would be tempted.

After obtaining this parchment, Kozumer's reason and intuition reacted at the same time, and there was always a voice in his heart calling out that the secret of this relic might be the opportunity for him to be promoted to demigod.

Legend to demigod is another qualitative leap, especially in the improvement of lifespan, it is even more significant.

The lifespan limit of the peak of legend can live to about 600 years old, and when it reaches the demigod stage, the lifespan is directly doubled, and the bottom line can live for at least a thousand years.

Now Kozumer is over 500 years old, in fact, every day is very precious to him, because he can truly feel that his body functions are slowly dying.

"Clan, Elder, the scouts in front have already met Laurent.

The target is now less than 20 miles away from our current location."

A kobold mage approached Kozumer and reported the information brought back by his summoned creature to Kozumer.

"Speed up, we will meet Laurent, and then we can have a good rest."

Kozumer heard the news, his face showed a bit of brilliance, and said slowly.

The speed of this elite team beside him was not slow.

The configuration of more than half of the team was spellcasters, which meant that they could fly for a long time like legends, as long as they did not cherish spell slots and mana.

Even if they were running on the ground, the spellcasters could cast various blessing spells to reduce the consumption of the body.

Cooperating with the shield warriors and strongmen in the team who were good at endurance, this road not only tightly bit the footsteps of the two legends in front, but even constantly narrowed the distance between each other.

Of course, such a rapid march was not without its price. The faces of the dozen or so gnolls present were visibly fatigued, and their heavy steps were the most obvious indication.

"Yes!!"

Even upon hearing the good news of a rest, these dozen or so gnolls couldn't manage a smile. Every cell in their bodies was protesting to their master, but they suppressed it with sheer willpower.

After reuniting with the Nature Druid Lawrence, Kozmoll finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, Kozmoll and his team were wandering around the Cato Mountains, searching for traces of the dragon, but unexpectedly, Lawrence, who was stationed near Allen with only a slight hope, actually detected the bear-folk meeting with the dragon. This overjoyed the already somewhat discouraged Kozmoll, and he immediately led the team to chase after them.

"Well done, Lawrence."

Kozmoll patted the equally weary-looking druid gnoll and said approvingly.

"How far away is the target from us, and what is their location?"

"Head straight in this direction, and there's a rocky desert less than ten miles away. They just stopped, probably preparing to rest and eat."

Lawrence wore an ugly smile. These past few days of tracking had been extremely stressful for a high-level druid like him. After all, he was tracking two legendary powerhouses, one of whom was a dragon. If he wasn't careful and revealed himself, he would become a snack in the dragon's mouth.

"Very good. You rest as well. After tonight, we'll devise a plan to get ahead of them and set a trap!!"

"This time, let's try to take down this dragon in one fell swoop!!"

"But Elder, with Bearfolk Leader Allen present, I'm afraid he will help the dragon!!"

"With the strength of our team, it's not impossible to deal with two legendaries at the same time, but killing that dragon won't be easy."

A gnoll member looked up and voiced his concerns.

"Don't worry, I have a plan!!"

At least in front of his clansmen, Kozmoll looked confident. In reality, he was also troubled by this matter. If he had known earlier that Allen, the bear-folk, was colluding with the dragon, he would have made more proper arrangements.

However, the problem lies with Allen, the bear-folk. Why would he be traveling with the dragon?

Furthermore, the direction in which Figglas, the dragon, and the bear-folk were traveling was consistent with the location of the ruins that he had deciphered on the parchment. This couldn't help but make Kozmoll think more deeply.

For the opportunity presented by the ruins, Kozmoll thought hard and struggled for a long time. In the end, he decided that it was necessary to take another gamble.

In any case, his family bloodline had already been settled. The current group of gnoll pups were separated from him by more than ten generations, and their affection was no longer as close as it was during the direct bloodline era. Their future depended on their own fortune.

However, when visiting Allen before, Kozmoll had also probed the other party's attitude. At least at that time, it seemed that Allen, the bear-folk, was somewhat wary of the Pale Night tribe behind Kozmoll.

Along the way, Kozmoll had not been without ideas, but the suddenness of what was happening made it difficult for Kozmoll to make other preparations. He could only make do with this team of gnoll warriors and see if there was an opportunity to assassinate the dragon.

If it really didn't work, then he would have to throw caution to the wind and use the worst-case scenario preparation.

Resting for the night allowed the dozen or so elite gnolls in the team to regain their vitality, but it also meant that they had once again fallen behind Allen and the dragon, whom they had finally caught up to.

Fortunately, Kozmoll could now roughly determine the final destination of these two targets, so he no longer had to chase after them exhaustedly. Instead, he simply led the team to bypass Allen's and the dragon's path and cut in front of them.

After spending a few more days, Kozmoll led his subordinates carefully in front of Allen and the dragon, but because Allen and Figglas were too cautious, and the harassment from the Drow patrol team, Kozmoll's ambush locations were avoided by Allen and the dragon several times.

This time was no different. Kozmoll's ambush location deviated from Allen's and the dragon's path by five miles, causing some of the auxiliary measures they had painstakingly prepared to lose their effectiveness once again.

Seeing that they had already passed Coldwind Ridge and were getting closer and closer to the location of the ruins marked at Crescent Lake, Kozmoll's heart became more and more anxious.

But no matter how anxious he was, Kozmoll didn't rashly allow his gnolls to make other tempting moves. Because Kozmoll was very clear that he only had one chance. If he couldn't maximize the strength of his warriors and the designed trap, and give the dragon a fatal blow from the start, it would be difficult to trick them once they reacted, given the strength of the dragon and the bear-folk.

Just as a group of gnolls were frowning and secretly regretting, Lawrence, who had been communicating with a lyrebird on a tree not far away with his subtle mental power, suddenly changed his expression and warned in a low voice: "Not good, that dragon has detected my natural partner and is rushing towards its position!!"

"Just that one dragon?"

"Yes, it's the bear-folk transformed from the dragon. The body characteristics of the Greenwild tribe leader are too obvious!!"

Hearing this, Kozmoll was not angry but delighted. He waved his hand and issued an order to the surrounding gnolls: "This is a great opportunity. Let's give it a fatal blow here!!"

"Everyone, perk up and follow the previous plan. I'll take the lead in holding back the dragon, and the rest is up to you spellcasters!!"

"Remember, we only have one chance, we absolutely cannot fail!!!"

"Understood!!"

As they spoke, the dragon had already arrived at the canopy of the tree where the emerald lyrebird was located. A punch landed, and the canopy of the ten-meter-wide almond tree trembled. With a few cracking sounds, the entire tree broke in half from the middle. And among the rustling falling leaves, the lyrebird suddenly spread its wings and darted out, heading straight for the ambush battlefield where Kozmoll and the others were located.

"That little thing is quite clever!!"

Figglas smiled slightly, feeling somewhat relaxed.

However, just as he passed through the seemingly unremarkable rocky desert in front of him, the ground suddenly exploded, and a raging sandstorm instantly enveloped Figglas.

Boom!!!!!

A heavy hammer, carrying surging electricity, struck Figglas's body under the cover of the sandstorm, and at the same time, a familiar voice rang out, "I've finally caught you, you damned reptile!!!!"