Green Monster Epic

Beneath the city of Newins, countless human captives, bound by ropes, finally gained their 'freedom' as the Wildlands army marched south.

After the ropes were loosened, the ordinary humans, under the fierce and terrifying gazes and the threat of blades from the Wildlands warriors, pushed heavy wheelbarrows filled with stones and sand towards the moat beneath Newins.

Upon the city walls, Plank, Earl of the Rose Duchy, Grand Marshal of the army, and the only hereditary noble with a mid-Legendary rank, wore a solemn expression, with a hint of unbearable emotion in his eyes.

However, watching the massive flow of people slowly approaching the capital, Earl Plank, burdened with the safety of the capital, finally gritted his teeth and issued a heavy order.

"Archers and rangers, prepare to fire!"

"Anyone who approaches within three hundred yards of the capital's walls, kill them all!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers on the city walls responded with equal gloom, after all, they were about to shoot and kill the Rose Duchy's own subjects, ordinary people without any fighting ability, coerced by others. As soldiers protecting their country and people, they couldn't help but feel sorry for the miserable human captives below the city.

"People below, listen up, anyone who dares to set foot within three hundred yards of the capital will be killed without mercy!"

"Don't come any closer!"

An officer on the city wall leaned over and shouted to the people below. Although he knew that what he was doing would likely have no result, they had to warn the people below, even if it was just to make themselves feel better and reduce their guilt.

"Spare us!"

"Save us, Your Majesty!"

Wails and cries merged into one. Some wanted to turn back, but as soon as they turned, a javelin shot out, pinning these humans trying to escape the danger to the ground.

The human soldiers on the city walls felt guilty towards the people below, but the Wildlands warriors showed no hesitation or pity when they took action. At this moment, to achieve their goals, they could not hesitate.

"Anyone who dares to stop or try to retreat, kill!"

The Wildlands' supervisors issued stern orders in unison, coupled with their tough and cold-blooded methods, the human captives, caught between a rock and a hard place, had no choice but to continue pushing their wheelbarrows forward.

The warriors on the city walls raised their spears and longbows, nocked sharp arrows, aimed at the gradually approaching human populace below, wanting to act several times but still unable to release the arrows in their hands.

"Shoot!"

"I order you to attack!"

An officer, seeing that the human captives had approached the moat beneath the city and were dumping the makeshift wheelbarrows they had built into the five- or six-meter-wide river, couldn't help but scold his subordinates sharply.

Sparse arrows drifted down from the city walls, causing bursts of wails in the crowd, but in reality, not many arrows truly harmed the people below. Even when the officers scolded them to shoot, many soldiers deliberately held back, not wanting to truly harm the lives of the humans below.

And when the people below, out of fear, let out hysterical wails, even more human soldiers on the city walls didn't want to shoot the arrows and spears in their hands. Due to their respective beliefs, they had great resistance to such actions.

For many years, such acts of using human civilians to besiege cities and seize land had not occurred in the human kingdoms. The human nations, who prided themselves on being civilized societies, had their own set of combat rules, and even the treatment and exchange of prisoners of war had a relatively civilized code.

Now, suddenly facing the rule-breaking behavior brought by the Wildlands' invasion, not to mention ordinary people, even ordinary officers felt somewhat distressed and hesitant.

"Spellcaster Squad, prepare powerful spells!"

Earl Plank turned around, the struggle in his eyes had long been suppressed deep in his heart, the heavy burden on his shoulders did not allow him to act with feminine benevolence.

The inner struggle of most of the warriors made Plank feel a sense of danger, and it was time for him, as the commander, to step forward.

"People of the Rose Duchy, I am sorry that we cannot save you from your suffering, but Newins is where the duchy's royal family resides and is the cornerstone of the duchy's existence. Your actions have put the country in danger."

"Therefore, as a general guarding the duchy, I have no choice but to make a decision. I will bear the consequences of the mistakes and decisions made by our army today."

"Although we cannot change your situation, please rest assured that I and my soldiers will spend our entire lives hunting down these dirty and shameless uncivilized races for the various crimes they have committed against you!"

"I'm sorry!"

Plank drew the warhammer behind him, raised it high, and poured all his strength into the warhammer, then slammed it down on the human captives near the moat.

Boom!

In the chaotic and crowded crowd, a hurricane exceeding level twelve was set off, countless weak humans were blown away on the spot, soaring tens of meters into the sky, and finally falling far away, tens or hundreds of meters away, gasping for breath and remaining motionless for a long time.

Even more miserable were those who were directly smashed into pieces of meat of varying sizes, mixed with the wet and soft silt on the edge of the moat, becoming nutrients for the creatures in the river. In the next year or two, it was expected that a large group of plump fish would grow.

The Spellcaster Squad on the city walls, at this time, also had no scruples, and the large-scale war magic jointly cast enveloped the heads of the human captives, and soon lightning and fire rain wantonly destroyed the crowd.

The Wildlands Allied Forces in the distance watched the humans' actions with cold eyes, neither taking the opportunity to launch an offensive nor thinking of helping the human captives. Until most of the human captives sent up were lost, and many fled back to the Wildlands army in panic, they were immediately hacked to the ground by the supervising warriors.

"Next batch!"

Ahkmad said expressionlessly, waving his hand, and a large number of human captives appeared behind the army again, carrying simple bags and wheelbarrows on their shoulders and in their hands, miserably heading towards the hell ahead.

Although the number of humans killed along the way was countless, for this siege, the Wildlands and Centaur legions still left more than 100,000 human captives to accompany them.

Anyway, these were all free labor, just right to help transport the looted supplies and provisions to the southern battlefield, saving their own army the labor of transporting supplies, while also making themselves seem a bit useful.

Only, what these human captives could not possibly know was that the reason they were able to live until now was nothing more than the Wildlands Allied Forces wanting to drive a nail into the Rose Duchy's morale and public sentiment, undermining their fighting spirit and determination.

Originally, after Earl Plank expressed his position and took action, many warriors in the human army gradually followed suit and shot the sharp arrows in their hands, but they did not expect that the cannon fodder prepared for them by the Wildlands Allied Forces was so numerous.

Batch after batch of human cannon fodder were sent to the front lines, posing almost no threat to the towering and majestic royal capital. Yet, the human warriors on the city walls had no choice but to raise the weapons in their hands and slaughter them one by one before their eyes.

Once, twice, three times...

Drawing bows and throwing spears had almost become a mechanical action. The tens of thousands of human warriors guarding the northern city wall gradually became numb, seemingly accustomed to this slaughter. However, Count Planck, who was overseeing the battle, and several commanding generals nearby, showed no ease on their faces.

"It's time!!"

In the distant, continuous wilderness legions, Ahmad and Aaron gazed at the hellish scene on the front lines from afar, showing no emotional change over the decision they had made that would lead to the deaths of tens of thousands of human prisoners.

Aaron looked at the mountain of corpses piled up below the city, the once clear and blue moat now dyed a bizarre red, a hint of caution appearing in his eyes.

"I agree, the time is right!"

Ahmad nodded. After the two commanders reached a consensus, he raised a hand, and a messenger waiting nearby immediately lit a firework.

Boom! Boom!

Two red fireworks exploded in the air, lingering for a long time. Just as these fireworks rose, the wilderness legions, stationed opposite the eastern and western gates of Newens Royal City, suddenly launched a powerful offensive against the royal city.

At the same time, human prisoners of war were still being thrown under the northern city, though the most they could accomplish was to gradually clog the moat with their corpses, laying the foundation for the upcoming general offensive of the wilderness army.

"What on earth are they up to?"

Planck returned to the city wall and, after reuniting with a group of generals, advisors, and many powerful individuals, looked somberly at the great commotion coming from all directions.

Newens Royal City was not like ordinary cities. Since the founding of the Rose Duchy, every brick and stone of this city had been built with great expense, possessing both powerful anti-magic properties and extremely strong physical defense capabilities.

If the Muer Fortress occupied by the Green Field Tribe could be considered sturdy, then this royal city should be called an iron wall.

Relying solely on the wilderness legions' crude siege tactics was not enough to pose a significant threat to such a city. As for the information about the centaur powerhouse that Sozai brought back, while it made everyone more cautious, it was only to a limited extent.

Even if an avatar of a god were to attack, Newens City, with its Temple of the Lord of Dawn, combined with the duchy's efforts to build the entire royal capital into a massive magical artifact, would be able to withstand the offensive of a divine avatar.

"They are probably hiding their true attack direction. That being who might be a centaur avatar is likely hiding within one of the siege armies."

Bishop Macaro of the Dawn Church, the main person in charge of the Rose Duchy, spoke while connecting his consciousness to a magical eye in the sky, overlooking the entire royal capital battlefield, trying to find the so-called centaur powerhouse that Sozai and the others mentioned.

"Moreover, their practice of sending people to their deaths like this is quite illogical. There must be other plans behind this."

"Have Sherry prepare. As soon as the human siege on the northern city slows down, immediately begin purifying the corpses below."

"Then I'll have the spellcaster team prepare fire-based magic to burn the corpses below!"

"Mm."

Wilderness powerhouses flew into the sky, and more than twenty figures from the royal city met them. Finally, in the royal capital's defense battle, human powerhouses had the advantage in numbers. However, this did not scare the wilderness powerhouses. As soon as they engaged, the two sides once again fell into a fierce battle.

The human demigod Sozai had been feeling rather frustrated for the past month. He had been driven back to the royal capital by the wilderness barbarians he looked down upon all the way, gaining no military achievements and instead losing several human powerhouses.

Especially in his several encounters with the bear goblin Allen, the archmage, who had always been arrogant and looked down on those who relied on muscle to fight, finally had to admit his failure.

As a close-combat profession, Allen had been suppressing him almost all the way during their fights. Although Sozai relied on space, lightning displacement, and other magic to avoid being severely injured, he had no chance to cast powerful magic to damage Allen.

Now that his side had the advantage not only in numbers but also in quality, with existences capable of rivaling Allen and other powerhouses, Sozai, who could finally cast spells calmly under the cover of his teammates and display the vigorous power of electric magic, was determined to make up for all the resentment he had accumulated in the previous period to the bear goblin.

However, Sozai was destined to be disappointed. As the powerhouses of both sides officially engaged, he cast spells while constantly searching for the familiar figure and aura of the bear goblin, but he never found him.

After losing Allen, this powerful helper, the wilderness powerhouse team quickly fell into a disadvantage. However, this group of wilderness powerhouses had long been prepared. Several shield warriors, strongmen, and other powerhouses, represented by the holy knight demigod Jehr, formed a meat shield array, blocking most of the attacks from the human powerhouses. The other powerhouses hid beside these defensive powerhouses, sharing the pressure for them.

Under the powerful offensive, the wilderness powerhouses could be said to be retreating steadily. Although they could still maintain the overall situation at this time, it was achieved by relying on Jehr and the front row to bear the pressure beyond their capacity. Once they were exhausted, it would mean the defeat of the wilderness powerhouses in this confrontation.

The human powerhouses were full of confidence, but Sozai, in the core position of the team, felt a faint unease. The bear goblin powerhouse had not appeared at this time, so could he have mixed into the ordinary army, preparing to launch an attack on the royal capital's defenses?

This thought had just arisen in Sozai's mind when he rejected it himself. The solidity of the Newens Royal City wall was such that even if he used his strongest magic attack, it would not cause much damage to it.

Wanting to cause damage to it with the power of a single powerhouse, unless it was a centaur who was likely an avatar of Keron, using divine means, it was possible to cause some damage to the royal city built over thousands of years. But wanting to destroy half of the city wall with one blow, like the Cerise Fortress and Twin Fortresses before, was still impossible.

As for the bear goblin demigod whose strength he had some understanding of, even if he appeared under the city wall, it was impossible for him to pose much of a threat to the royal city. Sozai made this judgment rationally.