Green Monster Epic

Arbad was so busy that his feet barely touched the ground. The power that countless people dreamed of was, in his eyes, a heavy burden.

The establishment of the joint army, negotiations with other tribes, persuading the tribe to invest resources… all sorts of things required his overall coordination and planning. Although Chieftain Alan had granted Arbad power in the tribe second only to his own, allowing the gnome sage to freely utilize any of the tribe's resources, in actual practice, various misunderstandings and resistances were inevitable.

Not to mention that the other tribes in the Thorns Ring organization were not easy to deal with either. Which one didn't have their own agenda? Even though they had reached a consensus with the Green Field Three Tribes under the pressure of the current environment, when it came to actual operations and matters of interest, everyone was very serious about every single gold coin.

After finally placating the other major tribes regarding questions about resources, Arbad turned around and rushed to the military camp outside the city to coordinate the specific arrangements for the middle and high-ranking generals of the Northern Territory's 40,000-strong joint legion.

Don't underestimate the fact that most of these 40,000 troops were cannon fodder drawn by the major tribes from their own vassals. Before being trained and broken in, their combat effectiveness was pitifully weak. But this was, after all, the largest-scale army in the Northern Territory today. Which of the major tribes' noble sons didn't want to take the opportunity to experience the thrill of commanding thousands of troops as a general!

If a war really broke out, it would naturally be impossible for them, as commanders and generals, to personally go to the battlefield. But if they could hide in the rear and gain some military merit through this army, they could also reap some benefits back in the tribe!

Moreover, it was said that the Green Field Tribe was very skilled at training troops and was also generous. Some far-sighted family patriarchs also wanted to learn from the Green Field Tribe and acquire some knowledge of battlefield command and layout.

"Kill! !"

Soldiers lined up in rows, holding crude training spears. Following the orders of the squad leader standing at the front, they repeatedly thrust out the unsharpened spearheads, stabbing into the air in front of them at chest height, and then slowly retracting them.

None of the soldiers would cast a glance at the legendary powerhouse Arbad as he passed by these teams, hovering in the air, a rare sight. It was evident that the reorganization of the teams and the subsequent implementation of military discipline over the past half-month had been quite effective.

And the price for this was that the Green Field Tribe gave these soldiers enough food at every meal, every day, and never lacked meat dishes.

Of course, there were also many soldiers whose lives were sacrificed as a warning to others. Now, several decaying corpses still hung on the high poles erected every few hundred meters, deterring the minds of these wilderness natives.

"…Hmph! All the important positions are arranged for people from your three tribes. It's hard not to suspect that you want to take this army for yourselves!"

"That's right! Our tribe mobilized 5,000 excellent warriors to join, but you didn't arrange a matching command position for me, but instead made me a useless standard-bearer. That's too bullying!"

"I'm going back now! I'll have my tribe's chieftain recall the troops. Absolutely not…"

Arbad hadn't even walked into the tall felt tents in the central area of the military camp when he already heard the chattering clamor. Without making a sound, he stopped and simply stood outside the felt tent listening for a while. Until the curtain at the entrance of the tent was lifted, and a lizardman was angrily about to walk out.

"Get out of the way! You're blocking your grandpa's path!"

This young lizardman warrior, dressed in exquisite chainmail, didn't know if he was so angry that he was blinded, and didn't recognize the identity of the white-haired gnome in front of him, or perhaps he simply didn't know Arbad. The enraged lizardman kicked out fiercely, aiming at Arbad's face.

Arbad's eyes narrowed. He lightly waved his hand in the air, and several faint electric arcs emerged from his fingertips, precisely meeting the lizardman's incoming kick.

Zzzzzz~~

"Ah!!"

A shrill scream erupted from the lizardman's mouth. At the same time, his figure flew backward, carrying a burnt smell of roasted meat, and crashed through the swaying door curtain behind him, heavily slamming into the felt tent.

The guards at the door turned a blind eye, secretly laughing in their hearts. They were all warriors of the Green Field Three Tribes and were very clear about the identity of this white-haired old man.

"Who!"

The generals from several tribes in the felt tent were alarmed. Various shouts accompanied by heavy footsteps had just started when they were abruptly interrupted by the dignified aura of a legendary powerhouse.

"Elder!"

Some were pleasantly surprised, others panicked, but at least no one was too out of line. Anyone who could be sent to the joint army camp to work had the support of a considerable force behind them. Although the Green Field Tribe was strong enough in the Northern Territory now, the other tribes were not completely submissive to them.

"As generals who are about to take charge of the army's power and command the warriors, your current actions are setting a terrible example for the soldiers who are working hard to train outside!"

"Anyone who is unwilling to obey the orders and arrangements of the army can leave on their own. I will not try to keep you, but after you leave, it will be impossible for you to join the army under my command again!"

"Also, anyone who has any objections to your job assignments can raise them to me now, and I will reassign you based on your special skills and abilities!"

Arbad first swept his gaze around the generals of the Green Field, Snow Mire, and Raven Claw tribes. His stern eyes frightened these generals into lowering their heads, not daring to speak. Then, he indifferently glanced over the generals of the other tribes.

While examining this group of unruly warriors, Arbad pointed to the twitching lizardman body on the ground and slowly spoke.

In order to ensure the unity of the entire organization, Arbad had already restrained himself a lot. Otherwise, this lizardman who had offended him just now would not still be alive and twitching on the ground. Although the other party's situation was actually not very good at this time, at least he could still leave a breath.

"Elder Arbad, I was sent by my tribe to manage my tribe's army and cooperate with you in battle. Now, you have separated me from my tribe's warriors. This doesn't seem very reasonable!"

A middle-aged lizardman looked at his companion on the ground and finally mustered up the courage to stand up and protest for the benefit of his tribe and himself.

"Let you manage the army?"

"Then, you answer me. When our army's war drums repeat heavy strikes according to the three-drum rule, what military formation order does it represent?"

Arbad raised his head, looked at the other party solemnly, and casually asked a question.

"…Represent…represent…"

The middle-aged lizardman commander looked embarrassed and couldn't think of the correct answer after thinking for a long time.

"Hmph!"

"You can't even answer such a simple question. It seems I overestimated your abilities!"

"You have been in the military camp for a full half month, but you haven't even memorized the most basic marching and combat codes. You still have the nerve to want to command troops!"

Arbad looked contemptuously at this group of lizardmen and gnolls and roared fiercely: "Anyone who can't answer this question, get out of the military camp and go back to your tribe to retire!"

"By the way, take a message for me. If you want to have a seat among the joint army generals, then send some capable and talented people over."

More than a dozen gnolls and lizardmen looked panicked and didn't dare to stay in the felt tent without the skills, quickly leaving with various suppressed emotions. Before leaving, the middle-aged lizardman who had asked the question did not forget to carry away his companion on the ground, which made Arbad take another look at him.

Most of the remaining generals were originally generals from the Three Tribes Allied Forces, who had long memorized the military codes. The generals from the Wildheart and Corim tribes were very humble and eager to learn, and had mostly learned and memorized everything they could learn in the past half month.

After driving away a group of useless people, Arbad's mood was not relaxed. The seemingly united Thorns Ring, when it really came to the time when everyone needed to contribute their efforts, the attitude and behavior they showed really disappointed the Green Field Tribe's active sacrifices and concessions over the years.

If the elves really want to deal with the Northern Territory in the future, Arbad holds a negative attitude towards whether the tribes south of the Cato Mountains will fully support them.