Green Monster Epic

Chapter 637: The Collapsing Balance

Drizzle! Drizzle!

In the past, the natives of the Greenwild Plains couldn't have been happier to see it rain, as it meant the hope of new life and propagation. But now, with torrential rain falling from the sky from time to time, washing out gullies in the once barren and dry ground, and breeding spiderweb-like streams, the natives of the wilderness felt that there was too much rain, and it was not a good thing.

Excessive and irregular rainfall brought not vitality, but devastating mudslides that directly buried countless low-lying areas.

Many small settlements without experience or defenses were completely submerged in this unstoppable natural disaster, leading to the annihilation of entire clans.

Even tribes that managed to escape were deprived of their survival points that they had developed over the years, returning to a state of having nothing. What worried them especially was that the drastic natural changes caused the collapse of the wilderness's natural ecology, making it even more difficult to find food.

"This collapse point must be blocked today!"

Earth Sprite Guard Captain Tanai wiped the rain flowing down from his hair, shook his hand hard, and roared sternly at the twenty or so earth sprite warriors in front of him.

"If we can't block the collapse point within two magic hours, hundreds of acres of farmland south of us will be completely flooded!"

"Do you have confidence?!"

"Yes!"

The Greenwild Tribe had been investing a lot of resources and manpower in water conservancy construction for more than a decade, but it was still difficult to remain unscathed in the face of the great power of nature.

Several miles west of Rapid Current Bay, a breach suddenly appeared in the constructed dam. The turbulent muddy water flowed along the collapsed gap, pouring into the crops that were growing green on the shore and were about to enter the fruiting period.

In a short period of time, a shallow pool of muddy floodwater had accumulated in the fields and was rising at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The engineering team that had originally planned to build and maintain roads was later replaced by the dam maintenance team, and the size of this team was getting bigger and bigger. Every year, hundreds of new positions had to be added to ensure the stability of the banks along the Muddy Water Creek, as well as timely rescue work during the rainy season.

"Go into the water!"

Even if they were elite warriors selected from the tribe, carrying hundreds or thousands of pounds of raw stones on their shoulders was nothing to these guys, but in the turbulent flood discharge point, thousands of pounds of raw stones were washed away in the blink of an eye. Blocking a breach was really not an easy task.

Twenty or so strong earth sprites, in groups of three or five, cooperated to carry gray rock blocks that had been roughly shaped, walking arduously on the slippery and muddy embankment, slowly heading towards the breach point.

The closer to the breach point, the more dangerous it was, because you couldn't predict whether the embankment under your feet was still solid, or whether the mud at the bottom had long been washed away by the flood, and the flood discharge could spread again at any time.

"One, two!"

Boom! Boom!

Heavy raw stones were thrown down the breach, slowly sinking. On the other side, the earth sprite warriors soaking in the water exerted their strength, their legs directly inserted into the mud, their upper bodies firmly resisting the raw stone strips being washed by the water, and a wooden hammer slammed down on their heads, hammering the thick stone strips into the silt.

Fortunately, many of these warriors in the tribe had activated the energy of their respective professions and were at the intermediate level or higher, so their explosive power and endurance were very strong. With their joint efforts, the collapsed embankment was gradually blocked, and the rushing stream was tamed, flowing downstream along the river channel.

It was extravagant to even mobilize intermediate-level professional warriors to participate in the maintenance of dams. Looking at this wilderness, no one else could do that.

"Hoo!!!"

Tanai, covered in sticky mud, could no longer see his original appearance, with only two eye sockets, two nostrils, and a mouth exposed. Even the act of breathing had to be done carefully, otherwise, it would be uncomfortable to have a mouthful of mud poured into his mouth or nasal passages.

"Captain!!!"

Before he had time to rest, a ranger with light footsteps shouted loudly, overpowering the drizzling rain in the sky.

"It seems like there's a dam break at the river bend five miles downstream!"

"I..."

"Go!!!"

A group of earth sprites didn't have time to tidy up, and while constantly scraping the filth from their bodies with the rain, they followed the captain's footsteps and ran wildly towards the southwest.

Along the way, there were huge piles of raw stones everywhere. Only a large tribe like Greenwild had the capital to make so many preparations, and only a leader like Allen would prepare so many resources in advance.

Allen was also very busy at this time. The water level of Green Lake outside the town had risen by more than two meters, and the water surface had already flooded the outskirts of the town, with many residential houses now soaked in water.

Countless small earth sprites were excitedly playing in the water at this time, looking innocent and carefree. They didn't know what such heavy rain meant for ordinary tribes.

On the square at the top of the town's mountain, teams of spellcasters gathered, constantly casting spells to disperse the dark clouds in the sky above, preventing it from raining heavily and poisoning the town.

But for the abundant cumulonimbus clouds coming from the west, it would eventually need a place to scatter its moisture on the earth. Even if it didn't rain in Green Lake Town, it would still rain in other places.

As the downstream of Muddy Water Creek, even if Green Lake Town itself no longer rained, the rainwater torrents gathered upstream would eventually come all the way from the Kator Mountains in the northeast and form a disaster for Green Lake Town.

Flying high in the sky, overlooking the yellow river on the ground, which was once small and almost invisible but now like a behemoth, Allen's face was full of worry.

He thought he had made thorough preparations, and he thought that the controllable natural disasters that Oscar and the others talked about shouldn't be too much of a problem, but when it came to the crucial node of opening up the passage through the West Mansha Mountains, the disasters caused by the drastic natural changes were really difficult to resist.

Looking far away with the Eagle Eye Technique, he could clearly see that in the upper reaches of the Muddy Water Creek's rolling torrent, another surging wave was coming. If it was really allowed to continue raging and pouring into Green Lake Town, then most of the town at the foot of the mountain would probably be covered by the flood.

And in the downstream of Green Lake Town, huge flood discharge areas had now formed a vast expanse of water, almost unable to see the mountains on the other side of the ocean, like an inland sea.

Even with so many flood discharge areas arranged in advance, they could not guide the rainfall formed by the continuous heavy rain in recent days. When they could not complete the task of flood discharge, the floodwater with nowhere to go could only flow back into the low-lying areas along the way that it could reach.

Alan quickly flew downstream. In the downstream area, more than a hundred miles away from Green Lake Town, a team of goblins were working hard, digging a long artificial canal, preparing to connect a valley and temporarily create a flood discharge area.

“Get out of the way!!!”

The valley was a bit far from the river, and a wide diversion canal of more than twenty miles had been dug, but it was still nearly ten miles away from connecting to the turbulent Turbid Water Creek. Behind a series of rolling hills lay dozens of miles of continuous low-lying land, where the prolonged rainfall had formed pearl-like, densely packed small pools.

Alan stood in the air and roared at the bottom. A group of tall and short laborers, stained earth-yellow by the mud, fled in panic.

Before the laborers could completely run away, the Bone Cleaver in Alan's hand had already begun to emit a dim orange-red light. The condensed aura formed an invisible shield on the surface of his body, and the ticking raindrops could not get close to his body at all, sliding away in all directions.

“Ha!!!”

With a slash, 'Heaven Splitting', Alan's body slammed into the ground from the void dozens of meters high. Accompanied by violent earthquakes, countless clods of earth and rocks splashed, and a group of laborers stumbled and fell to the ground. A deep gully suddenly stretched forward, directly reaching the Turbid Water Creek ten miles away.

Rumble!!!

A white line surged forward, like thunder, making a激荡 sound, and soon approached Alan's location.

With a forceful step, Alan's body flew up again. A torrent of muddy water flowed along the newly opened channel, rushing towards a narrow valley between rolling hills. The waves crashed against the cliffs, making a crisp sound. Various plants encountered along the way, as well as innocent animals hiding in the ground and stone caves, were all directly swept away by the flood and rushed to the low-lying area.

… … … …

Alan's figure rose higher and higher, flew over the hills, and drifted towards the low-lying area behind, indifferently overlooking the flood raging in this area.

Fortunately, the tribe had formulated a backup plan, and had long figured out the surrounding terrain, in case the tribe's flood discharge area could not complete the task. The valley basin in front of him, which needed to be connected by a diversion canal of more than thirty miles long, was one of them.

From the sky, one could vaguely see figures of natives struggling in the flood. Some were lucky enough to climb up the hillside, while others seemed to be directly swept away by the flood and disappeared without a trace.

Alan was indifferent to the tragedy he had created with his own hands. Countless tribes were wiped out in the wilderness every day. He was just sacrificing the other party's habitat for the safety of his own tribe. He was not wrong. They could only blame themselves for not being prepared for the disaster.

Alan did not stay in this flood discharge area for long, and then hurried back. Seeing that the scene in Green Lake Town had not changed much since he left, he was relieved, at least this time the flood peak from the upstream had been overcome by them.

Oscar, with the spellcasters of the Oakleaf Temple, was also busy. They were casting spells at the gap where the Endless Sea and the Mansa Quarry were opening a passage, intercepting the immeasurable water vapor and rain clouds that wanted to pass through the mountain peak that had been cut in half, revealing a huge opening.

The predicted data model and the actual reality had a huge deviation. The only thing Oscar could do was to remedy the situation, praying for the blessing of the Father of the Oak, so that the natural climate would stabilize as soon as possible.

Besides the dozens of spellcasters from the Oakleaf Temple mobilized in the Northern Territory, there were also spellcasters from the Green Field, Argan, and other tribes. This sudden change in the natural climate affected not only the Green Field Plain, but also the Damu Marsh and Deadwood Forest, thousands of miles away from the Green Field Plain, and other places also suffered natural disasters of varying sizes.

Of course, these natural climate changes had a more positive impact on many distant regions. For example, the Deadwood Forest where the Aman Sand Tribe was located, although it did not lack water resources, the climate was still a bit dry for the lizardmen who liked humid climates. Now, the Deadwood Forest was actually changing in the direction of the Deadwood Marsh, which was exactly what the lizardmen liked, and also greatly improved the natural needs of the forest.

It was not easy to fight against nature. Hundreds of spellcasters from various tribes were divided into several teams, taking turns waving the light of magic towards the sky covered with dark clouds.

Wind spells such as Gale and Hurricane, and the sea breeze that had never stopped from the Endless Sea, confronted each other in the sky thousands of meters high, stirring the dark clouds overhead into a mess; under the action of water and ice spells such as Descending Water and Blizzard, the already abundant water vapor was affected, turning into bean-sized raindrops, pouring down from the sky like a torrential rain, and finally falling to the coastline, re-merging with the sea… …

Thousands of laborers and blasting engineers in the quarry were finally able to take a break for a while. The passage that was about to be dug through had to be temporarily suspended due to the destructive power of this natural disaster to the Green Field Plain.

But in fact, everyone knew that the last mountain range of more than 5,000 meters on the coastline had been cut off in the middle. Although the passage still had the part below half of the mountainside that had not been opened, the gate to the wilderness had been opened to the water vapor and clouds passing through the sky thousands of meters high.

“I hope everyone cherishes this rare rest time. Starting the day after tomorrow, you will go to the eastern fortress construction site and join the construction team!!!”

The words spoken by the kind-looking female goblin deputy supervisor, with a slight squint in her eyes, immediately aroused the wailing of a group of laborers in the quarry.

Although they were somewhat unwilling in their hearts, no one stood up to protest, simply because the daily wage given by the tribe during this period had been increased by half, allowing everyone to accept all arrangements in the face of this generous reward.

The original site of the quarry had long been cleaned up. On the almost monolithic hard ground, an artificial river channel dug out from the inside of the passage was already filled with rainwater, rushing towards the wilderness outside the mountains, until it disappeared in the southeast direction.

The foundation of the fortress had been integrated with the roots of the West Mansa Mountains through the power of magic. Without a shortage of raw stone materials, the construction speed was not slow, but because the scale of the fortress construction was almost comparable to the fortress scale continuously built by the Ajinaga clan for dozens of generations on both ends of the Kator Canyon, in fact, what could be seen now was still just a basic prototype covering an area of more than 100 acres.

Farkado and Trick, the two former power holders of the clan, who were dragging their old bodies and personally supervising the work on the construction site, were now enjoying life very much here. Although it was much harder than living in the town or city, they could still enjoy the taste of power and feel the value of being useful to themselves. How could this not balance the two of them!