Green Monster Epic

The demigod Archmage Garros wore a gloomy face, like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

The Crystal Gate had already been activated, and teams of elven warriors clad in standard armor marched out of the archway, then began to assemble on the uneven Gobi Desert.

The silent military formation was filled with a chilling aura. Many elven warriors didn't even know the purpose of their trip, but having not experienced war for many years, the newly joined elves couldn't help but feel excited and stirred by such a large-scale army gathering.

"Annoying pests!!"

From the very beginning of the plan, a significant change occurred. The concealment, which Garros and Mario, the two planners, valued most, was still noticed by someone when Garros personally led the vanguard battalion.

Suddenly, a web of electricity appeared in the sky. As crackling sounds rang out, several unknown animals turned into black charcoal and ashes, falling from the sky. Sensing the increasingly frequent animal auras, Garros understood that these were goblin-sent animal spies scouting their group's information.

"How long will it take for the remaining troops to pass through the Crystal Gate completely?"

"At least two more magic hours, Your Excellency."

As Mario's eldest son, replacing his father on the expedition to the wilderness, O'Mahar was not as calm as he appeared. A pair of spirited hawk-like eyes, filled with admiration, were cast upon the golden-haired elf before him as he replied in a deep voice.

For this wilderness expedition, Thornburg had dispatched its most elite ten thousand troops, demonstrating Mario's emphasis on this operation. If his son wanted to inherit his baronial title, then he needed sufficient military merit. Attacking a native tribe in the wilderness was not a very high-risk endeavor, and it was also an issue that the kingdom valued more. If they achieved a great victory, even if he himself would be punished to some extent, his son would be able to accumulate military merit as a result, which was worthwhile.

However, the Crystal Gate's teleportation ability was not as powerful as the trans-dimensional teleportation architecture of the Blood Altar. It could only teleport dozens of people at a time, and it would take a lot of time to complete the teleportation of ten thousand troops. However, its advantages were that it was portable, detachable, low in consumption, and had small energy fluctuations, which is why it became the first choice for this operation.

From the agreed-upon time of six o'clock in the evening until ten o'clock late at night, the troops teleported from the distant Thornburg had barely exceeded six thousand in number. At this time, the animal companions and thieves sent by the goblins to the south had not stopped. It was clear that the elves' plan to complete a beautiful surprise attack before dawn was basically impossible to achieve.

"Speed up! The infantry phalanx that completes the assembly first can march south!!"

"Let the cavalry feed their mounts in advance, the next journey will be very long!!"

"Yes!!"

Although unwilling, reality was such. Even as a demigod powerhouse, Garros was unable to change the status quo, and he would not make an irrational decision.

However, this was not a big deal. Even if the goblins discovered their existence in advance, it would only make the war slightly more difficult. The noble and powerful elven army would inevitably achieve the final victory, this was beyond doubt.

It should be known that when he and Mario chose to go on an expedition at this time, they also considered that Allen, the powerful bear goblin leader, was not in his tribe at this time. Without this powerful leader sitting in the tribe, as long as the battle situation was unfavorable to the wilderness barbarians, with their lack of loyalty and cowardly, ugly character, the final result would probably just be fleeing in all directions.

Not to mention, Allen, this bear goblin, was too ambitious, and he actually dispersed his tribe in two towns thousands of miles apart. This invisibly weakened their tribe's own strength. Did he think that those under him were noble and brave elves?

To deal with a mere ignorant goblin species, a well-formed and well-trained brave elven warrior can fight ten!

With so many favorable conditions, Garros really couldn't think of any reason for them to fail this time.

"Oh? Finally, a big guy is here!!"

In the area covered by his mental power, an unfamiliar and powerful aura was rapidly approaching. Garros looked up at the dark night that he couldn't see clearly, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then, his body flickered and disappeared directly into this Gobi Desert.

… … … …

In Raging Tides Bay, thanks to the help of more than four hundred druids of various ranks in the town, who sent out their respective animal companions and insect followers to explore northward in cooperation with the town's scouts, the clues finally gathered to give Hegmo and others a rough outline.

The more comprehensive the information obtained, the more accurate the judgment of the situation. This relatively accurate information told Hegmo that this elven army was really coming for their Greenwood tribe, which made his sluggish heart beat fiercely like a young goblin.

It was just that Hegmo at this time was not excited by the upcoming war, but felt uneasy about the pessimistic future of the tens of thousands of goblin people in Raging Tides Bay.

"Send this information to Green Lake Town."

Hegmo forced himself to calm down. At least in front of these subordinates, the old man appeared particularly calm and composed, seemingly without much worry.

"Yes."

This information was obtained at the cost of dozens of excellent thief scouts and countless druids' close animal companions. In his own hands, he might only be able to judge the enemy's superficial intentions, but if it fell into the hands of Mayor Orenzi and others in Green Lake Town, the role it could play would inevitably be greater than in his own hands.

Whether the small town he led could ultimately survive, the result was obviously not optimistic. Although it had the advantage of solid defensive facilities, the number and quality of goblin warriors in the town were not enough. Compared to the elven army that had been scouted, the small town could almost be said to be at a disadvantage.

But if it could sacrifice Raging Tides Bay to help Green Lake consume a portion of the enemy and strive for a greater chance of victory, Hegmo felt it was worth it, as long as these elves chose Raging Tides Bay as their primary target of attack.

This sounded cruel to the goblin people in the town, but Hegmo understood that as long as the main branch of the tribe remained, Raging Tides Bay would have a chance to be reborn in the future.

Being able to reach the position of town mayor from the competition of countless excellent tribesmen was not an easy task. Although Hegmo had previously received care from City Lord Farkado and assistance from his colleague Terrence, how had Hegmo himself not grown up from wading through a mountain of knives and a sea of blood!

It was precisely because he had stayed with City Lord Farkado for a long time that Hegmo could see the truth of this world with a more far-sighted vision, and only then did he understand how difficult and precious the current situation of their Greenwood goblin race was.

Therefore, in order for the tribe to continue to exist and develop for a longer time, and in order for his children and bloodline to continue to live happily, Hegmo could coldly sacrifice the interests of a small number of goblins, even his own life.

"The outstanding talents among the druid students, and the good seedlings of the new generation in the town, have all been arranged properly and can set off at any time."

Hegmo's second son, Joedes, was a vigorous earth goblin warrior in his prime. Now a high-ranking strongman, he was personally mentored by Hegmo due to his capable nature. Barring unforeseen circumstances, he was poised to be Hegmo's most suitable successor.

“What about the warriors escorting them? Are they reliable?”

“Father, rest assured, I personally handpicked these warriors one by one. Unless they are all killed in action, I will never allow these promising individuals to be harmed first!!”

“Good. Have them quietly leave through the castle's secret passage. Remember to maintain secrecy and avoid attracting the attention of others in town, lest it cause unnecessary disturbances.”

“Understood!!”

Looking at his offspring, who bore a resemblance to his younger self, Hegmo, now without any outsiders present, spoke his heartfelt thoughts to his child with rare remorse: “Will you resent me for not including you as one of the evacuees?”

“No, Father!!”

Upon hearing his father's question, Joedes raised his head and proudly replied: “To fight alongside you has always been my dream. Now that the opportunity has finally arrived, I couldn't be happier!!”

“Truly Hegmo's seed!!”

Hearing his child's response, Hegmo couldn't help but feel proud. Although he inevitably felt some sorrow deep down, what sacrifice was not worth it for the sake of the family's continuation and the tribe's future?

Most of the family lived in Green Lake Town. As long as they could be preserved, it would be preserving their bloodline. Goblins would always remember the contributions made by their predecessors, wouldn't they?

“Father, what kind of arrangements do you think Green Lake will make? Will they send troops to rescue us?”

The number of outstanding goblin talents selected for evacuation back to the main camp exceeded five hundred. However, compared to the tens of thousands of tribesmen living in the town, it was merely a drop in the bucket. To have these tens of thousands of tribesmen face the enemy alongside the warriors responsible for defending the territory, Joedes couldn't help but feel somewhat reluctant, and he asked his revered father with a hopeful tone.

“Who knows!!”

Hegmo also lacked confidence. After all, based on their last observation, the elven army numbered at least over five thousand, well-equipped and with high morale, far beyond what Raging Tides Bay's current strength could withstand.

Moreover, seeing that the enemy's teleportation gate was constantly sending soldiers over, it was clear that the number of elven troops they had painstakingly scouted before was not their final strength. Perhaps the number of enemy troops had already increased by over a thousand, and Hegmo couldn't predict the specific final size of the army.

The town's tribesmen and the vast reserves of food and supplies could not be evacuated, otherwise, if they were ambushed by the elven army on the way, the ultimate losses would inevitably be far more severe than surrendering Raging Tides Bay Town. At least here, the Greenwild goblins could rely on the steep cliffs behind them and the tall city defense facilities in front to effectively defend, narrowing the gap in strength between them and the elven army.

As for whether Green Lake Main Camp would rescue Raging Tides Bay after receiving the intelligence he sent, that was beyond Hegmo's control.

Logically speaking, Hegmo believed that the possibility of Green Lake Town sending reinforcements was small. After all, compared to the survival of the outer satellite towns, Green Lake Town, inhabited by hundreds of thousands of tribesmen, was even more crucial. But deep down, Hegmo did hope to see the moment Green Lake Town arrived. Raging Tides Bay had taken a hundred years to build up to its current state. If it were to be destroyed by the elves, how difficult would it be to restore the existing situation, and how much resources and effort would it require?

“Regardless of whether Green Lake supports us, as long as those damned elves dare to target our town, then I will definitely make them pay a heavy price!!”

“Dare to invade the territory of my Greenwild tribe, then be prepared to have your tendons bitten off and your flesh devoured by our proud Greenwild warriors. My child, are you ready?”

“My great axe has long been thirsting for blood, Father!!”

“Good!!”

… … … …

The chief of Mustang Slope, the female earth goblin strong archer Haya, was now in a difficult situation. Their manors and pastures were scattered around Muddy Water Creek, and simply gathering the livestock and poultry from these manors and pastures was a very difficult task.

Not to mention that even if the manpower and livestock were gathered in the small town that naturally formed due to the livestock and pasture trade, there were not enough solid defense facilities here to protect the safety of the goblins and livestock.

Haya had also considered the idea of ​​relocating all the tribesmen and livestock to Green Lake Town, but when she thought of the chaotic scene of the goblins dragging their families, the livestock stretching endlessly for nearly a hundred miles south, she knew how ridiculous this idea was.

However, the highest-level alarm bell in Green Lake Town had already rung, which meant that after Mayor Orenzi and the others received the warning from Raging Tides Bay, they still judged the situation to be urgent, which also shattered the last bit of luck in Haya's heart.

“Let Von and the others summon the dire wolf pack back!!”

“Hand over the Mundo horses, serpent lizards, and other excellent mount breeds we have bred to Von and the dire wolf pack, and be sure to send them to Green Lake Town!!”

Fortunately, Mustang Slope also had its own advantages. This dire wolf breed, brought back from the Central Plains, now numbered several thousand. Dire wolves, who understood human nature and had enough wisdom, were the best partners on the pasture on weekdays, helping to graze various livestock, and also drove away wild animals around the pasture, ensuring the safety of the pasture.

“All adult male goblins are not allowed to leave the pasture, and speed up the collection of all livestock and poultry into the town's brothels. As much livestock as the space in the brothels can hold, put as much livestock as possible, giving priority to adult and fat livestock…”

“Female goblins, children, and elderly goblins who can move can go south on their own to Green Lake Town, but they cannot block the road…”

Being close to Green Lake Main Camp still had its benefits. Although it was impossible to relocate all of them south, letting the women, children, and elderly go south on their own, and speeding up their pace a little, would only take a few magic hours at most, which was safer than staying on Mustang Slope.

It was a pity that the utilization of Muddy Water Creek, which should now be called Muddy Water River, was not enough in the past, and a large-scale waterway had not been developed, otherwise, it would be more convenient and efficient to transport livestock, supplies, and goblin women and children to Green Lake Town downstream.

After all, Green Lake was less than a hundred miles away from Mustang Slope in a straight line. With a large number of horses and beasts of burden, who would have thought of letting a group of landlubbers tinker with unfamiliar boats!!

One after another, well-thought-out orders were issued from Haya's mouth. The already busy Mustang Slope added a bit of noise. Soon, goblin females dragged their families, bid farewell to their partners, and slowly moved south.

On the vast wilderness, countless stallions and mount breeds that had been selected, under the skilled cooperation of the dire wolf pack and herders, rushed south in the dark.