Green Monster Epic

Chapter 612: The Wind Rises

On the northern walls of Nasir Fortress, banners fluttered amidst a sea of soldiers and weapons, accompanied by a cacophony of voices.

Six thousand elite warriors from the three major tribes, along with the original garrison of gnoll and troll warriors, totaling ten thousand troops, were spread across the long and wide city walls, awaiting the arrival of the formidable enemy from the north.

This wasn't the first time Alan had ascended these walls. Back when the drow invaded the Northern Territory with unstoppable force, Alan, as a vassal member of the Ajinaga tribe, had fought alongside the elite warriors of the Green Field Tribe, leaving his mark on these very walls.

However, this time his status was different. He had not only annexed his former overlord, the Ajinaga tribe, but was also the temporary commander of the Northern Territory's three-tribe allied forces, personally overseeing the layout of the city's defensive system.

Due to time constraints, the command structure of the allied forces had not yet been fully established, so the three leaders of the Council of Elders had to take charge.

Although it wasn't certain whether Arier had ultimately defected to the drow, the news of Arier's capture was confirmed beyond doubt through the channels of the Snowmane clan. Therefore, as the tribe's only remaining legendary powerhouse, Tim took over Arier's chieftain position without any objection from the trolls. Those who had the strength to object had long been suppressed and purged by Bianca and the four family heads, Riley.

Alan and the others had no idea how the drow would utilize Arier next. Moreover, due to racial and religious differences, the Green Field three tribes had not yet been able to place any influential spies within the drow ranks, so they were still shrouded in mystery when it came to intelligence gathering.

Currently, all Alan and his people could do was to adapt to the situation and respond to the upcoming challenges in the most prudent way.

Originally, he thought that joining the Mansa Alliance would provide an umbrella of protection, allowing him to use the alliance's strength to slowly develop and strengthen his tribe, establishing a long-lasting legacy. But Alan never expected that the alliance's protective umbrella would instead become like shackles, restricting his own actions and turning him into a tool for others. Truly, the wheel of fortune turns!

"The wind rises!!!"

Alan reached out his hand, standing on the crenellations at the edge of the city wall, slowly feeling the cool breeze blowing from the north.

Maggot Eye turned his head to glance at Alan, unaffected by his sudden exclamation. Then, his gaze returned to the rows of fully armed, strong, and valiant warriors from various tribes on the wide city walls.

With the warriors of the three tribes gathered together, the differences between them became apparent. These differences were not only in equipment and strength, but also in intangible aspects such as spirit and energy.

The green-skinned goblin warriors of the Green Field Tribe were all equipped with standard sets of armor made from abyssal cold iron, which not only provided excellent defense but also had the effect of protecting against energy magic attacks and enhancing the wearer's resistance, making them proper low-level magical equipment.

The Green Field Tribe itself supported a group of gray dwarf artisans and had also trained its own gnome craftsmen. Moreover, with the migration of the dark elves from Pebble Beach, the two sides had gradually opened up their closed-off state through communication and exchange over the years, and the dark elves had begun to forge equipment and tools for the Green Field Tribe in exchange for various living supplies.

On the other hand, the warriors of the Raven's Claw and Snowmane tribes wore a motley collection of equipment. Some wore colorful leather armor with patches, while others wore old and dilapidated chainmail and armor with rust. Most of the troll and gnoll warriors didn't look like a proper army at all.

Of course, this wasn't to say that Maggot Eye and Tim were playing tricks on Alan, sending out their tribe's rabble. It was simply that their two tribes had no way to arm an army of thousands of people in batches like the Green Field Tribe.

Although these two tribes now enjoyed a better life in Nasir Fortress compared to their days in the wilderness, the benefits from the tribe's public assets were actually less than when they were in their own territory in the wilderness due to the need to appease the people and reward their confidants.

If the gap in external things like equipment and tools, limited by a tribe's investment and resources, could give Maggot Eye a reason to comfort himself, then the iron-blooded discipline of the Green Field army's warriors standing like pines and moving like the wind, as well as the full fighting spirit and vitality in the eyes of every goblin soldier, made Maggot Eye feel ashamed and unable to find any reason to excuse the lazy and undisciplined gnoll warriors next door.

Even when standing guard for a long time, the weapons in the hands of the green-skinned goblin warriors were as upright and straight as their bodies, and their eyes always stared straight ahead without any懈怠. Even when resting in the barracks, the goblin warriors mostly remained silent and calm, unlike the gnolls and trolls who would casually find a place to lean or simply lie down.

In the past, Maggot Eye had felt proud and honored of his men. Although they might not be as strong as him individually, their fearless fighting style in battle was feared by other races even among the various tribes in the wilderness.

But after observing the goblin army of the Green Field Tribe, Maggot Eye realized with frustration that even his fearless men would probably be unable to defeat such an equally sized goblin army.

When the difference was too obvious, there was no need for so-called actual combat to test it. Experience and vision alone could determine the merits of the two armies.

The strength and foundation of a tribe were not only determined by how many legendary powerhouses the tribe had, but also by the quality of the tribe's army as a cornerstone, which was an important indicator for evaluation. When disputes arose between two tribes, leading to war, the legendary powerhouses were often difficult to defeat each other, and the large-scale battles between the tribal armies were the ones that truly dominated the direction of the war.

Maggot Eye's complex inner emotions were interrupted by a black snake that suddenly appeared in the northern sky. Alan's far-sighted gaze couldn't clearly see the scale of the black snake until the caster behind him cast an Eagle Eye spell on him, allowing him to barely recognize the snake-shaped formation composed of black dots in the distance.

To Alan and the others' surprise, the drow's troop size wasn't large. It seemed to be only about a hundred people, while the ten thousand-strong army on Nasir Fortress was waiting in full battle array, which seemed to be a bit of an overreaction.

Woo ~ ~ ~ ~

The deep horn sounded long and loud, and teams of soldiers quickly began to assemble, following the movements they had practiced countless times, gripping the heavy, sharp weapons in their hands and entering a state of combat.

Inside the city, Tim, who was with Bianca familiarizing himself with the core situation of the tribe, soared into the sky the moment he heard the horn and headed straight for the city wall where Alan and the others were.

"They're here?? Did you see Chieftain Arier??"

Even now, Tim still held a bit of wishful thinking. The first thing he did when he rushed to the city wall was to ask about Arier's news.

"See for yourself."

Maggot Eye shrugged and pointed to a cloud of mist that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Allen's face was serious, his eyes fixed on the unnatural dark mist, his mental power already transformed into a large net, spreading rapidly forward. Without understanding the situation of the drow team ahead, Allen couldn't act rashly or make significant adjustments to the already fortified position.

Behind him, the busiest was the specially formed Divine Art Brigade. Druids, priests, and clerics from the three races chanted low, continuous prayers. The one-handed warhammers, divine art scriptures, crystal balls, and other magical weapons in their hands emitted bursts of brilliant light, showering the arrayed ranks of warriors from the three races in front of them, blessing them with various divine spells.

The mage brigade, composed of mages, warlocks, and shamans, was firmly protected by a team of heavy shield warriors, calmly closing their eyes to meditate and adjust their state. Around them, carefully crafted obsidian pillars and mithril totems formed magical nodes, allowing these independent spellcasters to integrate their magic and mental power into a whole through the magic arrays built from magical materials under their feet, unleashing even more powerful war magic.

Staring at the dark mist gradually approaching within five miles north of Nasir Fortress, Allen's mental net also penetrated into this black mist. However, before he could sense anything, a mental blade suddenly pierced out from the depths of the mist, tearing a large hole in Allen's mental network. At the same time, a chilling and诡谲 energy surged upstream along Allen's mental power, heading straight for the mental sea inside Allen's brain.

"Hmph!"

Allen was not one to be trifled with. Although mental power was not his forte, he wouldn't be easily taken advantage of by anyone relying solely on mental attacks.

Mental power formed a shield wall in front of his body, waiting for the mental blade to strike. As the two different sources of mental power collided and fought on the invisible battlefield, Allen's expression changed, and a tearing pain spread throughout his brain.

Immediately, the Bone Cleaver appeared in his hand, a sword cleaving the sky like lightning, piercing through the mist in front.

"Prepare defensive magic!!!"

Allen's cry was transmitted to the spellcaster队伍 behind him at the same time.

"Is this your way of welcoming guests??"

With a loud bang, the trembling city wall could feel the destructive power Allen's slash had brought to the ground. And under this city wall of flying rocks and dust, a melodious and pleasant voice floated lightly from the mist.

Sizzle!! Sizzle!!

A huge magical shield, deployed with the power of dozens of high-level spellcasters, had just risen from the city wall when it met a corrosive rain falling from the sky head-on. Tiny black raindrops fell on the invisible energy shield, splashing ripples of air. The vast energy in the shield was gradually weakening and disappearing under the erosion of these seemingly tiny raindrops, until the spellcaster队伍 on the city continued to pour magic power, barely maintaining the decline.

Whoosh! Whoosh!! Whoosh!!

Dozens of figures passed through the mist below, leaping to the same level as the tens of meters high city wall, hovering far above the void, confronting Allen and the three-race allied forces led by Maggot Eye.

"So it's Mother Penile who has come in person, truly unexpected!!"

After seeing the beautiful face of the leader, Allen and the four of Maggot Eye's faces were full of caution and seriousness. Even Lillian and the other three mothers, who were only a step behind Penile, did not receive the treatment they deserved.

Penile is the mother of Endom City-State, one of the five major city-states in the Hoazia Federation, after the drow migrated to the surface. She is also the only member of the federation with demigod strength. There is also a saint-level existence in the federation, but the situation of this saint-level expert is somewhat special, in a state of neither life nor death. Unless it is a desperate situation for the federation, it will never appear.

This saint is equivalent to the incarnation of the gods in the major temple church forces, and it is also the carrier of the Spider Queen Rose's divine descent, and will not easily appear.

Therefore, among the five city-states of the Hoazia Drow Federation, the truly strongest existence is Mother Penile.

Although Allen and the others could not inquire about important information about the Hoazia Federation, they could still collect information about their legendary and above powerhouses. Moreover, in the decades since the drow settled in the Northern Territory, although Allen and the others deliberately maintained vigilance and distance from the drow, there were inevitably many places where they came into contact. Naturally, they had met this demigod mother a few times.

"Allen, Mother Penile and the others are honored guests I invited to my Snow-Mi tribe as guests, please don't block our way."

From the crowd opposite, a haggard-looking, somewhat hunched troll walked out, the familiar voice slowly coming from the other's mouth. It was Aerial, the original chief of the Snow-Mi tribe.

"Chief, are you... alright?"

On Allen's left, the legendary troll Tim's tone was a little excited. Many words that had been held in his heart came to his lips, but after seeing Aerial's attitude and body movements, he held them back again, only saying such a simple greeting with hesitation and disappointment.

Aerial glanced at Tim indifferently, his eyes also filled with disappointment in Tim. He did not respond to Tim's greeting, and turned his gaze back to Allen.

"Chief Aerial wants to invite guests to your tribe, we naturally can't stop him. But if your so-called guests are races not recognized by our wilderness tribes, then for the sake of the safety of our three races, I'm afraid I really can't let you pass."

Allen confronted the demigod mother Penile while answering calmly and composedly.

"Heh!! Clan Chief Allen is afraid that he has forgotten that the east city of Nasir Fortress is the territory of my Snow-Mi tribe. I want to invite whoever I want to be a guest, and I really don't need your consent!!"

"Then Chief Aerial, don't forget that Nasir Fortress was also given to you by my Green Field tribe to live in. The contract signed at the beginning had limited requirements for your tribe to live here!!"

"Moreover, while you, Aerial, were a guest at Chillwind Ridge, your Snow-Mi tribe unanimously voted to temporarily strip you of your chief's identity and appoint Tim. So you can no longer represent the Snow-Mi tribe!!"

"Hahaha, ridiculous!! I have been the Snow-Mi chief for three hundred years, but I have never heard of the tribe having rules to abandon the chief."

"Rules are naturally determined according to the situation. There were no such rules before, but now there are. If you don't believe me, you can ask your Snow-Mi tribe leaders and supervisors, they voted in favor of abandoning your chief position."

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