Green Monster Epic

In the wilderness, the half-god elven mage, Garros, was physically present, but his mind had already drifted far away. The beautiful, enchanting figure that appeared in his mind made him unconsciously raise the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he were thinking of some heartwarming scene.

Elves have always been proud and self-respecting, and few can catch their eye, even among their own kind. As a half-god mage, Garros believed himself to be outstanding in both strength and knowledge, and he possessed an unparalleled position in the elven kingdom.

However, even this exceptional elf had been troubled by the fact that he was not accepted by the female elf he loved. Even though Garros took time out of his busy schedule to cater to her preferences, he still could not win her heart.

This time, Garros, in his capacity as a half-god, personally led a team to the wilderness to direct the operation, all for the sake of avenging his beloved and winning a smile from the beauty. The fair lady he pursued was none other than Alicia, the half-god magic archer who had failed to assassinate the hobgoblin leader, Alan, several years ago and had instead been counterattacked by him, losing several companions.

After Alicia's failed mission, she returned to the elven kingdom and was immediately severely punished by His Majesty Ilia, being confined for ten years and stripped of her title as duchess, demoted to marchioness. Such a severe punishment made the half-god mage Garros feel indignant on her behalf, but the royal family of the kingdom possessed profound majesty, and Alicia was willing to accept the punishment, so Garros could only feel helpless.

However, the resentment in Garros's heart did not diminish. In the end, unable to find an outlet for his anger, he directly blamed Alan, the hobgoblin who had caused this situation. Although he had never dealt with Alan, Garros already hated him so much that he wanted to devour his flesh.

Fueled by hatred, Garros simply went north to the frontier fortress of the Thornburg Kingdom to visit his old friend, General Mario, the current commander of the fortress.

Since the elves launched a war against the dwarf kingdom more than a hundred years ago and achieved brilliant results, the kingdom's military strength is now at its peak. Because of the merits earned in the last war, elves stood out from the army, either promoted to gain higher power, or broke through the shackles of their origins to become nobles. Such elves are active in the current kingdom's power class, becoming the after-dinner talk of ordinary elves, and also becoming the goal pursued by many elves.

You must know that the elven kingdom, which has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, has long been solidified in its class. The difficulty for any ordinary elf to break through the limitations of their origin and reach a higher position is no less than advancing from an ordinary warrior to a legend. It can even be said that in the elven kingdom, diligently honing one's own strength and improving oneself to reach the level of legend is the easiest way for ordinary elves to complete their identity transformation.

Therefore, under the influence of the glorious stories of their predecessors, the elven kingdom's army is not short of ambitious people who hope that another war will break out so that they can earn outstanding merits and complete the promotion path for themselves and their families.

Legendary General Mario was also a beneficiary of the last war. Originally, he was just from an ordinary family in the kingdom, but because he made great achievements on the battlefield, he was eventually granted the title of general after the war. However, his title was suppressed by the inherent noble forces, and now he is only a mere baron, which is completely disproportionate to the merits he has made.

This made Mario quite dissatisfied, but the upper echelons of the kingdom are almost entirely controlled by the old noble class. The new nobles who were promoted due to war merits only have some power in the local areas, so if they want to break the deadlock, they must use powerful means and undeniable merits to make these old nobles speechless.

Garros approached him and proposed a revenge plan, which immediately received Mario's support. In particular, Garros took the initiative to provide two sets of Crystal Gate teleportation devices and bear the resources required to activate the teleportation gate, which made the experienced Mario judge that the probability of success of this operation was extremely high and the cost was extremely low.

As for the punishment brought about by unauthorized actions, as well as the risks to be borne, compared to the war merits and benefits he would obtain, Mario was willing to bear them.

At Mario's level, although he is far from the central hub and cannot access the most core secrets, Mario is very clear about the purpose and reasons why Alicia and her party gathered in his territory and the fortress provided resources and intelligence.

Precisely because he was clear about the purpose and reasons of Alicia and her legendary team, Mario could not help but feel dissatisfied and contemptuous of their failure after learning that they had returned empty-handed. At the same time, as a loyal member of the elven kingdom, he felt angry and offended by Alan's joint attack with the drow.

The noble, elegant, and powerful elven team was actually counter-killed by a barbaric native, suffering losses. This was unacceptable to the elves, who considered themselves the most powerful empire on the Taren Continent.

Even the vast dwarf kingdom could only passively defend itself in front of the elven kingdom's army, and the barbaric, uncivilized beast-like race that the elves had never taken seriously actually dared to retaliate against the empire's legend. This was simply a slap in the face to the elven general stationed on the empire's border and maintaining the empire's prestige.

Since the other party has provoked the empire, if the empire cannot retaliate and give the other party a more painful revenge, then when the matter spreads, it will probably become a laughing stock for those dwarves who were defeated by the empire.

Moreover, this hobgoblin is said to be very likely the heir to the legacy of the Father of the Oak, the hope for His awakening from slumber. Therefore, for the sake of the empire and the race, Mario fully agreed with the empire's previous plan to kill him when he was weak.

In the end, the assassination plan was not successful, but there were still other ways to slow down the pace of the god's awakening and buy more time for the empire.

For example, cutting off the source of the huge power of faith, the nourishment most needed for the god's awakening, from the root, so that he cannot accumulate enough power of faith. And starting from this solution, the Greenwood Tribe, which borders the goblin border and has a population of hundreds of thousands, is the largest and most suitable target.

Most of the Greenwood Tribe members believe in the Father of the Oak. This is an indisputable fact, and it is also a consideration factor for the elves and humans to believe that Alan may be a backup left by the Father of the Oak.

Although the faith of the Father of the Oak is spread throughout the entire Mansa Wilderness, if it is really as everyone guessed, the source of faith of a mere Greenwood Tribe may not slow down his awakening much. However, Mario also had to consider Alan's legendary deeds of leading his tribe to rise, which meant that if he announced the fact that he inherited the will of the god and decided to accumulate the power of faith to ascend to the throne of the god, the hundreds of thousands of followers he created would probably have a considerable number of members who would become his most devout believers and loyal warriors.

As the self-proclaimed wisest profession, the half-god archmage Garros also thought of what Mario could think of. Although the reason why he approached Mario this time was more for his beloved elf, as an elf, he also felt dissatisfied and worried that the kingdom had not taken any other action after punishing Alicia, and thought about what he could do to help the empire suppress its opponents and regain its position.

Imagining in his heart the beautiful scene of returning to the royal capital with the banners of victory after this operation and confessing his love to Alicia again, Garros, who considered himself very romantic, could not help but show a happy smile on his face again.

However, Garros immediately woke up from his beautiful fantasy because, within the range of his mental power, he discovered that a small bird contained a trace of magical aura and was now less than a thousand meters away from their camp.

A few wrinkles furrowed slightly between his eyebrows, Garros pointed his hand into the distance, and a bolt of lightning suddenly formed and pierced forward, causing the surrounding guards to be startled, but they quickly calmed down.

Electric sparks shot up into the firmament. Hundreds of meters in the air, a black speck, so tiny it seemed like dust to the crowd, screamed and frantically flapped its wings, desperately darting back and forth across the vast sky, trying to evade the electric sparks' pursuit.

However, a mere little bird, no matter how agile its flight or how swift its speed, all struggle was futile under the methods of a demigod.

Zzz~~

The electric sparks bloomed into a dazzling light in the sky, and the Elegant Feather Hummingbird, the target, was reduced to ashes by the surging energy of the electric current, disappearing into this desolate Gobi Desert.

… … … …

"Ah!!!"

In the distant wilderness, Bill let out a piercing scream, and uncontrollable tears streamed from the corners of his eyes, the lingering sorrow of the hummingbird turned to ashes by the electric sparks, and the deep mourning in Bill's heart.

But Bill had no time to dwell on the pain of losing his animal companion, because the last scene the Elegant Feather Hummingbird saw before its demise filled Bill with a deep sense of threat.

His hands danced before him, conjuring complex patterns, and his lips began to chant a divine spell. Enduring the pain, as if his brain were being pierced and cut by needles, from losing a strand of pure mental energy, a dense green light emanated from Bill's body, enveloping him.

Whoosh~~

A peregrine falcon emerged from the green light and quickly soared into the sky, heading straight for the town of Rapid Current Bay, less than twenty miles from this wilderness.

Scree~~~ Scree~~~

While flapping his wings and flying swiftly, Bill, transformed into a peregrine falcon, emitted rapid cries, both to vent the sorrow in his heart and the piercing pain in his mind, and also to warn the hardworking goblin comrades on the ground.

Some goblins heard the peregrine falcon's cries, long and short, and raised their heads to look up, their pointed ears perked up, listening to the calls from the peregrine falcon above, and trying to discern the meaning within the cries.

"Run! Run! Enemies are coming!"

"Return to the town!"

As a satellite city guarding Green Lake Town, although Rapid Current Bay's more important duty was to produce food, the goblins in the town had received no less training on weekdays. They had to memorize various warning signals from childhood.

The peregrine falcon's cries, seemingly unremarkable, at most a little flustered and shrill, but he had been shouting in a pattern of two long and three short cries, pausing every nine times and repeating, drifting into the ears of the Green Field Tribe goblins, which was the most urgent warning signal. Any goblin who heard this signal needed to drop their work and return to the nearest town to prepare for battle.

Goblins in twos and threes began to gather their farm tools and ran wildly in the direction of Rapid Current Bay, while Bill, the peregrine falcon, who was faster in the sky, was already approaching the town area backed by the half-cut mountain.

The whistling sound spread to the goblin warriors in the town, and soon the alarm bell, which had been idle for many years, on the watchtower was rung. When the melodious and continuous bell sound spread to the ears of the entire town's residents, the town fell into chaos for a time, but soon the commotion gradually subsided under the shouts and commands, and the goblins began to act in an orderly manner.

The settled population of Rapid Current Bay had grown steadily in recent years, although not as much as major cities such as Green Lake and Namur Fortress, the number of goblins living there exceeded thirty thousand. However, half of them were small goblins who existed as farmers and craftsmen, their individual strength relatively weak, but when facing a strong enemy invasion, the town could still muster at least about ten thousand warriors.

When it came to life and death, even farmers could pick up weapons. After all, the tribe had invested a lot of resources in education in recent years, and even small goblins had received solid basic tactical training.

And it was precisely because Rapid Current Bay's population was not as large as Green Lake Town, and its expansion scale was not as large, that the old city wall defense system built according to the mine could accommodate all the members in the town without any problems.

Of course, this was under the condition of abandoning the residences of thousands of goblin families outside the city defense facilities.

"…Mayor, deep, deep into the Tagan Desert Gobi, more than a hundred… miles north, there is an elven army… gathering."

Bill, who had transformed from a peregrine falcon back into a goblin, skillfully entered the castle that served as the Rapid Current Town Mayor's office through an open window. He happened to run into the goblin mayor, Hegemo, who was about to get off work but was alarmed by the alarm bell.

Hegemo was currently confused about the sudden ringing of the alarm bell. When he saw Bill, this younger goblin, gradually transforming into his true form, he immediately stopped the goblin warriors who were rushing in from outside to protect his safety and stared intently at Bill.

"Elven army?"

Hegemo's face immediately darkened when he heard Bill's statement, and he quickly and sternly questioned him: "How many are there specifically?"

"I'm sorry, Mayor, my companion couldn't get close to the center of their camp at all, but from the last image fed back by my own mental power, their number is at least a hundred."

Bill was still shaken. At that time, he had glanced at the golden-haired elf casting a spell from afar through the hummingbird he controlled, and his will seemed to have been hit hard, and he almost fainted. He had never seen this kind of feeling in Bill's limited sixteen years of life. Even the legendary pressure he had felt when he had the honor to see legendary powerhouses competing seemed far less oppressive than what he had just experienced.

"Moreover, I discovered that they are building a huge crystal arch, which seems to be somewhat similar to the teleportation gates recorded in the academy and the library."

The Green Field Tribe of today was no longer the ignorant bumpkin tribe it once was. Most of the various inherited knowledge and books were open to the students of the academy, and some common sense things needed to be remembered by the students, such as the teleportation tools invented by the civilizations of the two continents, the flesh altars of other worlds, the Bone Gates, and so on.

Therefore, even if Bill's eyes as a hummingbird were dim, it was impossible to ignore the existence of the crystal arch shining in the setting sun.

"Teleportation gate??"

Hegemo used to be the personal guard captain of Facado, the city lord of Namur Fortress for the previous term, and he had been learning by his side for a long time. He had been exposed to many secrets and strategies, and his personal ability and knowledge were considered good, which was why he was placed in Rapid Current Bay as the mayor to preside over the overall situation.

When he heard the possible information about the teleportation gate, his sense of crisis suddenly rose to the highest level, and he also glanced at the young goblin druid in front of him with gratitude.

"You go to Shepherd's Hill immediately, tell them the news about the elves, and let them gather all the clansmen and livestock to prepare for the enemy. After telling the goblins of Shepherd's Hill, don't stay, continue south, and go to Green Lake Town to tell Mayor Orenzi and them this important information and ask them to prepare."

"Yes!"

Receiving the mayor's instructions, Bill, although his mental sea was still turbulent, did not dare to delay. He immediately began to cast a spell in front of Hegemo, preparing to transform into a peregrine falcon again to warn the strongholds in the south.

At the same time, Hegemo also began to nervously summon his leaders and issue an emergency call to prepare for the upcoming fierce battle.

"Send the most elite scouts and shadow walkers to the northern Gobi Desert to investigate…"