Green Monster Epic

The news of the war horn sounding from the south reached Mansha City a full half-month later. The horrific war reports between humans and orcs around the border fortress of Pandal, with their rows of cold, exaggerated numbers, were enough to move the leaders of the wilderness.

Davinci, Marvin, and the other four pillars of the wilderness were, quite unusually, all present in Mansha City to facilitate the allocation of warriors and the procurement of resources from the various tribes of the wilderness alliance.

Although more than a year had passed since the alliance issued the mobilization order, at least one-third of the hundred-plus member tribes had still not sent their tribe's resources and warriors to Mansha City as required.

The Temple of Nature was also at a loss. The major churches, which usually prided themselves on having a strong influence over the secular tribes of the wilderness, now lacked confidence when it came to truly persuading and mobilizing these stubborn old men.

In the end, the demigod powerhouses from the top tribes among the wilderness natives, in terms of individual strength, tribal power, and influence, had to come forward, personally sitting in Mansha City and exerting pressure. Only then did those thick-skinned tribal leaders begin to move slowly.

"The humans have already made their move. The war they launched against the Pandal Fortress shows their determination this time."

Davinci, the strongest kobold saint of the wilderness, held the latest war report in his hand, his face uncertain, his eyes flashing with gloom and anxiety from time to time.

"To this day, the human offensive against the Pandal Fortress has not stopped. The casualties on both sides in the meat grinder-like fortress battle have exceeded 150,000."

"According to the latest intelligence, the human reinforcements have crossed the border of the Lionheart Kingdom and will pass through the territory of the Four Seasons Kingdom in at most a month and a half, arriving at the border of the Orc Empire."

"And the number of this reinforcement human corps will reach one million. At that time, the Orc Empire's existing forces at the Pandal Fortress will probably be difficult to resist."

"So, the time left for us is running out."

Human civilization was too powerful. The mobilization of armies exceeding one million at every turn was a sight that the wilderness leaders, whose tribal populations generally did not exceed a few hundred thousand, dared not imagine.

The casualties of the human vanguard legion's siege of the Pandal Fortress alone were already the entire population of many wilderness tribes. At this time, on the faces of most of the wilderness tribal leaders holding the distributed war reports, other than caution and worry, it was difficult to see any other emotions.

"We must also take action. Today, we will make a decision regarding the direction of support for our orc allies."

It was rare for the kobold saint to personally preside over this alliance general assembly. The other four demigod powerhouses and the representatives sent by the Three Horse King Courts sat side by side at the forefront, solemnly maintaining order and stability in the meeting place.

The core high-level members sent by the major churches of the Temple of Nature, together with the core power of the wilderness tribes, formed a circle, quietly listening to the opinions expressed by the wilderness tribes.

"Should we gather our wilderness forces on the border of the Centaur Grassland and open up another front to contain the human movements?"

"Or should we invest our forces on the border of the Orc Empire and form a pincer attack with them to besiege the main human force?"

"Until now, our wilderness has completed the assembly of more than 370,000 warriors, as well as various materials sufficient for these soldiers for half a year."

"There are still nearly 30 tribes with hundreds of thousands of warriors who have not yet arrived. I would like to ask you, the representatives of these tribes, what exactly are you doing! ! !"

"Do you have to wait until the humans have finished cleaning up the orcs and brought their powerful and terrifying army to your tribal territories before you realize the seriousness of the situation?"

"In front of all the representatives present, I will give you, these procrastinating tribes, one month. If the warriors and materials you promised are not in place, then all your interests and authority in the alliance for the next ten years will be restricted…"

An organization that was not a collective system finally revealed its greatest drawbacks. The selfishness of the various tribal leaders created all kinds of bizarre scenes in the alliance. Even if the major pillars of the alliance represented their tribes and camps and set an example, it was still difficult to achieve a complete success.

Allen also had great selfishness, allowing him and his Northern Territory forces to ultimately gain some advantages. However, the pillars and temple representatives present were also as clear as mirrors in their hearts. Allen's reasons were grand and justifiable, and it was indeed an important measure for the wilderness, which was why they agreed to his request.

It was just that as a price for the exchange, Allen would then have to take dozens of experts from the alliance south to sit in and preside over the front line.

The bear goblin demigod, with his eyes slightly narrowed, seemed to be concentrating on listening to Saint Davinci's speech on the stage, but in reality, his mind had already flown to the distant Northern Territory, with numbers and thoughts swirling and intertwined in his mind.

In Allen's view, the decision made by the alliance this time was very wise and correct, but they also had omissions or, rather, helpless compromises, such as their passive attitude towards the northern elves.

The alliance's compromise would ultimately require the tribes of the Northern Territory to bear the risk. At least for Allen and the other northern tribes, there was some dissatisfaction in their hearts.

It was just that as a minority, even if Allen and the others had more dissatisfaction, they could not change the overall situation. Even in order to win some benefits for the Northern Territory, he had to be forced to go south to the front line, away from his tribal territory.

This also meant that if the elves in the north really turned their attention to the Northern Territory, then Allen would not be able to rush back to the tribe in a short time to deal with the crisis with the other members of the Northern Territory.

Furthermore, the fact that the other tribes within the Thorns Ring organization had to transfer their already scarce legendary-level powerhouses to fulfill their obligations was a weakening of the Northern Territory's strength.

Perhaps the Church of Nature was also behind the scenes, fueling the flames to help the Hothia Drow break into the Thorns Ring organization, so that the influence of the Church of Nature could return to the Northern Territory and compete with the Oak Camp.

After consulting Allen, Albard ultimately presided over and promoted the Hothia Federation's action to join the Thorns Ring in order to deal with the possible crisis in the Northern Territory in the future.

After losing Allen, this demigod, the military strength of the Northern Territory Thorns Allied Forces might rely on the natural barrier of Katoer Canyon. In the short term, it already had the confidence to contend with the elven invasion, but in terms of top-level power, the strength of the Thorns Ring members was still slightly thin.

Now, the introduction of the drow federation's matrons also meant that the Northern Territory had more than a dozen legendary-level powerhouses, including the demigod-level matron Penny Lai, which ultimately narrowed the large gap between the top-level powerhouses.

"…Now raise your hands to vote!"

"…Those who agree to send troops to the Centaur Grassland, launch a major battle from the rear of the human legions, contain the human supply troops, and take back the lost territory, raise your right hands!"

The kobold saint's decisive voice finally pulled Allen's mind back. His eyes swept over the tribal representatives circle after circle, and many people had already raised their hands, while more were hesitating and thinking.

The three centaur representatives sitting next to him were consistent in their attitude, raising their right hands high without expression, after all, this option was more beneficial to their centaur clan.

In the distance, in the back of the crowd, several eyes turned to Allen. Those were the members of the Thorns Ring organization, waiting for Allen's statement.

As time passed, the vast majority of representatives had already determined their choices. After a few tense expressions appeared on the faces of the three centaur representatives, Allen slowly raised his arm, making his decision.

As Allen made his decision, the many arms that had been steadily raised suddenly gained a few new big hands, and a rough look revealed that the number of members raising their right hands seemed to have a slight numerical advantage.