Green Monster Epic

Chapter 825 City Melee

Inside the royal capital of Newens, a transparent, bubble-like barrier hummed to life. Just as the human army was engaged in the most intense fighting, the timid King Johnson directly activated the Mizzlock, completely isolating the inner and outer city.

Seeing the Mizzlock rise, Duke Plank's face was filled with disappointment. He had led the duchy's warriors in bloody battle, but the great object they were supposed to protect seemed to have abandoned them.

The only small comfort was perhaps that King Johnson had not given up on the royal capital and was still pinning his hopes on the Dawn Empire reinforcements due to arrive in just over half a month.

Originally, the human legions had gradually stemmed their decline. After all, they were fighting on their home turf, familiar with the geography. At the same time, the city was not without defensive capabilities. After the city's inhabitants were evacuated in time, freeing up enough space and replenishing a large number of fresh troops, Plank led the grief-stricken human warriors in a series of brilliant blocking actions, managing to contain the onslaught of the Wildlands and Centaur legions.

However, the Mizzlock rising in the inner city also made the fighting human soldiers feel a sense of betrayal, and their morale immediately declined somewhat.

"Warriors of the Rose Duchy! Your fight now is not just for the king, but even more for the people in the city! Inside are your relatives, comrades, and friends. If you lose your confidence and fighting spirit, they will have no hope of survival!!"

"These barbaric and brutal Wildlands butchers, what kind of bestial acts will they commit against your loved ones? The tens of thousands of duchy civilians who have fallen outside the city have already demonstrated everything!!"

"Can you bear to watch your relatives and friends be ravaged and trampled by them? Could it be..."

Although Plank was equally angry and disappointed, as the supreme commander of the duchy's army, he could not forget his mission because of his disappointment with the royal family.

The Rose Duchy did not only belong to the Johnson royal family, but also to nobles like Plank. Even if the royal family ultimately abandoned the duchy, Plank and the senior noble officers in the army could not abandon this country, because they were inextricably linked.

His passionate pre-battle speech resonated with the human soldiers, and their gradually declining morale finally rebounded.

That's right, so what if the great king they supported abandoned them? They still had a more important responsibility than protecting the king, and that was to protect their loved ones.

"For our loved ones!"

"Kill!"

The humans once again burst out with strong fighting spirit and fought fiercely with the Wildlands army that was constantly washing over their positions, and even because their attitude had changed, a force grew in the tired bodies of the human warriors, pushing back the Wildlands warriors who were attacking their positions by several meters.

Ahmad and Aaron, along with several other commanders, slowly stepped into Newens from the north gate. Everywhere they looked, there was the smell of gunpowder and blood. Beside them, soldiers from both armies continued to pour through the breaches in the city walls and the gates, entering the northern part of the city and quickly joining the battle.

If one were above the northern part of the city at this moment, one would find that the Wildlands and Centaur armies could almost be said to be making a desperate gamble, bringing in almost all the troops that could be mobilized outside the northern city.

Now, in the military camps outside the city, apart from leaving a small number of elites to guard the remaining large number of human prisoners and a large amount of supplies, there were no other personnel left.

If a human detachment were to suddenly appear and launch an attack, it would probably be easy to defeat the Wildlands army left outside the city. It could even be said that if the remaining twenty thousand or so human prisoners had a little courage and fighting spirit, they could defeat the Wildlands army guarding them, which shows how insufficient the Wildlands' manpower left in the northern city was.

It was not easy to carefully plan and break through the royal capital of Newens. If they could not take this royal capital in one fell swoop while their morale was high and the enemy's morale was low, the Wildlands and Centaur legions, with no reinforcements, would fall into a stalemate with the humans. This would not only result in the loss of more soldiers, but also put their own army in a desperate situation.

The scale of the human army in the royal capital was not much different from the strength of the Wildlands and Centaur armies. It was just that this time, they were caught off guard by the Wildlands' design to break through the northern city, and they were unable to effectively mobilize their forces to deploy defenses against them.

If the other side were given more time, then after they recovered, the two sides would confront and fight each other in the royal capital, which occupied tens of square miles, and the time would definitely be short.

As for the human reinforcements coming from the south, it was said that it would take more than half a month to arrive, but who could guarantee that this time would be accurate?

Not to mention, the human cavalry, Sword Dancer Corps, Thief Brigade, and so on, were not slow in their march. If the human reinforcements were worried about the safety of the royal capital and sent this fast-moving army to support them first, then when this army arrived, it would definitely be the time when the morale of the Rose Royal Capital Guard was boosted.

As a qualified commander, when he sees the dawn of victory, he should foresee the risk of failure in advance and make corresponding countermeasures and plans.

The temporary setback of the humans in this siege war was largely due to their own fault. They gave the Wildlands army an opportunity to win. But this was just an opportunity. Now, if they wanted to turn the humans' setback into a complete failure, then the Wildlands commanders and think tanks needed to make more correct decisions.

"Warriors of the Wildlands! As long as we can capture this city, our purpose in sending troops this time will be achieved!"

"Ahead is the most prosperous capital of mankind. As long as we can capture this city, I promise you: you will be allowed to move freely in the city for five days, during which all the spoils will belong to you!!"

"Remember!! At the same time!!"

"As long as we can capture the human king Johnson alive, then we can all return to the Wildlands to the north!!"

"Roar!!!!!"

"Kill!!"

As the last main force was about to rush to the front line, Aaron rarely raised his voice and gave a pre-battle mobilization to the solemn Wildlands warriors. Although it was only a few words, it immediately added a layer of excitement to the faces of the more than ten thousand Wildlands warriors in front of him.

What they had experienced at Cerise Fortress earlier, if they could relive it in the more prosperous human capital, then everything would be worth it.

During the three days of unrestricted free movement in Cerise Fortress, the Wildlands warriors earned a lot, basically exceeding their income as adventurers for several years, and these incomes had already been sent back to the Wildlands along with the human professionals. When the time came, they would be sent to their tribes and families according to the addresses left by the warriors.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"Charge! Charge! Charge!"

The morale of the Wildlands army, which was becoming more and more high-spirited, reacted one by one to Commander Aaron's rhetorical question, roaring in their mouths and wielding the weapons in their hands even more powerfully, and quickly ran towards the most intense fighting in the south.

At this time, strategic-level command had lost its effect, and even tactical-level adjustments of large and small scales seemed somewhat superfluous for the Wildlands warriors.

Even after months of honing on the battlefield, beyond the basic large-scale tactical skills that had become instinct, adjusting more advanced tactics during the heat of battle remained a weakness for the wasteland warriors. This was a significant reason why Aaron and the others still considered the Wasteland Legion inferior to human legions.

"I wonder how many warriors will survive after this war ends!"

During the initial mobilization, Aaron's face was full of confidence. However, when only a few commanders and their personal guards and think tanks remained on the scene, his gaze towards the battlefield carried a hint of desolation.

"We have done everything we could, and we have far exceeded the Alliance's expectations when we set out. Whatever the final outcome, it is already enough!"

Ahmad patted the dog-headed man's shoulder, who was much shorter than him. As a senior, his battlefield experience far surpassed that of younger generations like Aaron and the others, so he naturally understood the other's feelings at this moment.

The entire growth process of an army, from its hasty formation to its current combat effectiveness, had unfolded before the eyes of Aaron and the other generals. It was the culmination of their efforts. If, in the beginning, Aaron and the others regarded this army as expendable cannon fodder, they now considered this army their pride.

This siege was not as easy as the soldiers below imagined. After all, this was the royal capital of the Rose Duchy, where the families of many human army officers and soldiers lived. They would definitely defend it at any cost.

The actual fighting would be extremely brutal. By then, even if the wasteland soldiers, after successive battles, ultimately achieved victory, it would inevitably be a pyrrhic victory. No one knew how many would ultimately survive.

"Ha!"

The tall and sturdy Nicol was covered in scars. Fortunately, he had thick skin and flesh. Although he was showing signs of decline, he could barely continue to hold on.

His spear was held in front of him, blocking the dual-sword assault of a human Sword Dancer. Before he could even catch his breath, a pair of daggers suddenly stabbed towards his neck from the left rear.

With a flick of his wrist, the spear spun upwards from below in a backhanded thrust, the spear tip trembling as it aimed straight for the opponent's heart, a move to trade life for life.

Clang! Clang!

The daggers struck the spear shaft. The human assassin moved like a phantom, borrowing force from the spear shaft before turning and attacking a Stonehide Barbarian powerhouse next to Nicol.

The human Sword Dancer, whose sword strike had been blocked, had already returned, his dual swords swirling with his wrist, thrusting out a dozen sword blossoms, aiming for several vital points on Nicol's body.

Nicol slammed the spear shaft back towards the center of the sword blossoms, attempting to obstruct the Sword Dancer's attack, but the opponent used his left sword to slash diagonally, pulling the spear tail aside, while his right sword took advantage of the momentum to stab towards Nicol's heart.

Pfft!!

Nicol clenched his left fist and smashed it onto the human Sword Dancer's sharp right sword. As blood splattered, the opponent was forced to retract his killing move.

A gust of wind came from behind. Nicol, unable to even see the enemy, lowered his body. His seemingly bulky frame then twisted nimbly, turning around to kick out, but ultimately kicked empty air.

Pfft!!

Another sharp pain assaulted Nicol's heart from his lower abdomen. Looking down, Nicol only saw a figure flash past. His already tattered armor now had another gash.

Another feeling of numbness and itching came from the wound. Clearly, the opponent's weapon was coated with poison. Just as Nicol wanted to take out a bottle of antidote from his dimensional pouch and gulp it down, the human Sword Dancer attacked again, forcing Nicol to abandon his action and continue fighting.

At least at the powerhouse level, the humans had the upper hand in this battle, suppressing the wasteland powerhouses. One wasteland powerhouse was seriously injured and forced to sneak into the wasteland army inside the city for treatment, making the situation even worse for the wasteland powerhouses.

The Dragonblood Warlock Yogg seemed to be in a better situation than his other companions, but in reality, he was on edge, constantly guarding against the human assassins' ubiquitous assassinations. Several life-saving spells and items he had prepared beforehand had already been used, which was why he had avoided being seriously injured by the human assassins.

Waves of fire-based magic raged in the space, trying to help the wasteland companions reduce the pressure as much as possible. However, Yogg knew very well that they were at their limit. After losing Aaron, a top combatant, they were facing a siege by human powerhouses who outnumbered them by nearly double. It was already not easy for them to hold on until now.

Pfft!!

A magic shield shattered silently. Yogg reacted instinctively, drawing his staff back and flicking it. With two crisp clangs, his body flew out of the wasteland powerhouses' safety circle under the impact of a great force.

Whoosh!!

Flame Burst!!

Yogg abandoned holding the staff with his left hand, opened his palm, and slapped it in the direction of his flight. A tongue of fire spewed out from his palm, stopping his forced flight and, under the great reaction force of the fire tongue, returning his body to the original safety circle.

".poky"

While spinning, Yogg chanted a spell. Just as a flame shield appeared around his body and had not yet rotated for long, the newly appeared flame shield was shattered by an arrow shot from afar with a pfft sound.

Amidst the magic shock, a figure suddenly appeared behind Yogg. Ganrui, on the side, couldn't help but exclaim, reminding Yogg, but he himself still had to face the attacks of two human strong enemies and couldn't spare any help.

"Ha!!"

A troll shield warrior used a shield assistance, crossing seven or eight meters in distance, and slammed into Yogg, his shield-wielding body just in time to meet the assassination of the human assassin's dual daggers.

Clang! Clang!

The human assassin retreated immediately after failing to strike, the position of the shadow jump being exactly under Yogg's feet. At this time, Yogg, who was a little dizzy from being hit by the troll, was trying to gather his mental power to continue casting spells. How could he have imagined that the opponent was like a maggot attached to a bone, about to stab out two swords from his lower abdomen.

At the same time, a human Sword Dancer charged in from the wasteland powerhouses' defensive formation, a web woven from sword energy enveloping Yogg entirely before the person even arrived.

The human powerhouses adjacent to Yogg suddenly burst out with powerful offensives in tacit agreement, entangling several companions around Yogg and preventing them from having a good opportunity to support Yogg.

Whoosh!!

Yogg was in a dangerous situation and forcibly spewed out a mouthful of dragon breath from his mouth, but the power of this dragon breath technique was not as great as before. After all, it was the fifth time he had forcibly activated the dragon breath technique in this day's battle, and the mental power and mana required had increased exponentially.

Although the dragon breath blocked the human Sword Dancer's attack, the dual daggers in the hands of the assassin figure under his feet were only a dozen centimeters away from Yogg's vital point in his lower abdomen.

Pfft!!

A cloud of blood blossomed in the air, followed by a violent storm that engulfed Yogg entirely.