Green Monster Epic

Chapter 841: Return to the Grassland

After pursuing without success, the human powerhouses ultimately had no choice but to give up. With the faint auras of twenty-odd humans left behind, Allen changed direction again and continued to speed away into the distance.

In the forest more than thirty miles west of Newens, teams of wilderness warriors were struggling to advance in the dim environment, occasionally stopping to hold their breath and lie dormant, only to continue north again after confirming it was safe.

Without the legendary cavalry commander in charge, if the team's whereabouts were discovered by humans, then this wilderness army, which had escaped with such difficulty, would probably not have a good ending.

When dawn broke, and the team was fifty or sixty miles away from Newens, the army accelerated its advance, without any further concerns or worries.

Three days later, the army finally reunited with Commander Allen, who had been waiting for a long time. Facing this group of wilderness elites, physically and mentally exhausted but still with high morale, Allen kept searching for a familiar face in the crowd. After confirming that the figure was not among them, his face gradually dimmed, but a hint of secret joy seemed to rise in his heart.

"Congratulations, bravest warriors of the wilderness! You can safely return to the Centaur Grassland!!"

"But the burden on your shoulders will be even heavier, because you carry all the hopes of the 200,000 soldiers of my wilderness allied forces. One day in the future, we will definitely set foot here again and avenge our fallen comrades!!"

"Return home!!"

Allen secretly made up his mind that after returning to the Centaur Grassland this time, he would write a secret letter to the Supreme Elder, asking him to support his continued command and creation of a second allied army. With this group of battle-hardened wilderness warriors as the backbone, he was very confident that the overall strength of this second allied army would be even stronger. Moreover, after this battlefield experience, his command and control, and his ability to deploy troops, had also greatly improved, and he would definitely be able to better exert the combat power of the allied forces.

Although the wilderness survivors looked happy, they did not show it. After listening to the encouragement of Commander Allen, they continued to silently march north. Only with the legendary knight commander present did their tense nerves gradually relax.

Half a month later, more than a dozen powerful figures flying overhead reappeared above the heads of the marching five thousand wilderness warriors, and the ground under their feet was covered with lush, waist-high weeds, which meant that they had finally returned to the Centaur Grassland in the wilderness territory.

Before long, a galloping centaur army appeared on the distant grassland, bringing various supplies to this wilderness remnant that had lost but was still glorious, and taking over the task of defending their rear.

In the team of powerhouses in the sky, Allen's handsome face was clearly visible. At this time, as he overlooked this remnant army below, a trace of ripples arose in his heart.

Perhaps lured by the exploits of the allied forces capturing the Rose Duchy's capital and seizing a large amount of wealth, the support of the second allied army, which had been dragging its feet, had made rapid progress during the period when Allen and the others held the capital.

Nearly 100,000 new troops had already set off, and it was only less than a month before they arrived at the southern border of the Centaur Grassland. In the eyes of the Wilderness Alliance, which was known for its procrastination, this was fast enough.

When this new army arrived, and these elite warriors were inserted into the army, it would not be long before the border of the Centaur Grassland would once again have a powerful army.

During the time waiting for the defeated wilderness army, the alliance's intelligence system monitoring human civilization was also constantly sending various intelligence about the other side.

From the divisions appearing in the human coalition forces on the Orc Empire front, making subsequent reinforcements unlikely to be as smooth as they were at the beginning, to the elusive centaur legions constantly burning, killing, looting, creating destruction and panic within the Dawn Empire, to the withdrawal of the Dawn army supporting the Rose Duchy back to the empire's mainland, and the northern border remaining in a power vacuum, and so on.

For the wilderness, many pieces of news, at least for the moment, were excellent information, especially the centaur army that invaded the Dawn Empire. In more than two months, it had not been caught by the human defense forces, and had wantonly slaughtered dozens of towns and hundreds of thousands of human civilians, which was enough to make the wilderness cheer.

For many years, under the might of human civilization, the wilderness had always been passively defending and constantly receiving invasions. Now, it had finally turned the tables and become the perpetrator, which was something to be happy and excited about.

Of course, in addition to excitement, the wilderness and the three centaur kingdoms also began to plan and prepare to deal with the human side, especially the retaliatory actions of the Dawn Empire.

How much damage the centaur legion that went deep into enemy territory would ultimately cause to the human side was not yet clear to the wilderness or the centaur side, but an army of less than 200,000 facing an empire with a total population of over 300 million, even if it could bring losses far exceeding ten or even dozens of times the invading army, the powerful Dawn Empire could still withstand it.

On the contrary, if the Dawn Empire, stimulated after destroying this invading enemy, launched a counterattack against the wilderness with the whole country, then the Centaur race alone would definitely not be able to contend with it.

Then the wilderness would also inevitably need to provide strong support and prepare in advance.

At this time, Allen, with belated awareness, finally understood why Jericho and the centaur race would conceal their lone army plan and not inform Allen and the commanders of the wilderness allied forces in advance.

If the Mansha Alliance had known about this plan in advance, it would have likely caused fierce debates within the alliance, and there was a high probability that the plan would have been rejected.

Seemingly a plan to boost the morale of the Wildlands, in reality, its subsequent impact would require the entire alliance to foot the bill, leading to the investment of more resources in the Centaur Grasslands to counter the Dawn Empire's invasion and retaliation.

This clearly did not align with the interests of the various Wildlands tribes, who originally pushed for the invasion of the Rose Principality simply to divert human attention, create a sense of crisis, and thereby reduce investment in the Eastern Beastman Empire front.

However, the alliance never considered provoking the powerful Dawn Empire. Given the actions of the Centaur Legion within the empire, even if the gains were not further expanded, once the Dawn Empire settled down, it would likely no longer turn a blind eye to the Mansha Wildlands as it had in the past.

Invading the Rose Principality, although offending human civilization, was, after all, only offending an insignificant nation among the dozen or so large and small human kingdoms. But provoking the Dawn Empire could potentially influence human civilization's choice and positioning of future invasion targets. Even the short-sighted Wildlands leaders understood the most basic principle of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

Allen only had this feeling after receiving the reports of the Centaur's victories. The loss of millions of people and the destruction of dozens of cities, even within the not-so-united Wildlands, would likely provoke a counterattack from the entire Wildlands Alliance, let alone a powerful human empire!

The Church of the Temple of Nature had truly created a powerful opponent for the loose Wildlands. If the Dawn Empire were to send troops north, then even if they were still disunited, the Mansha Alliance would inevitably have to change and confront an existence that no single force could resist in the face of such a huge threat.

However, what Allen couldn't understand now was why the Centaur tribe, being on the front lines and most likely to suffer the most, would abandon the safer path and instead actively cooperate with the Temple of Nature, paying a huge price to face an unpredictable danger!

"Your Excellency, I think—"

After settling the Wildlands warriors on the ground, Aaron excitedly flew into the sky to join Allen and the others, eagerly about to continue the proposal he had mentioned before.

"Regarding rebuilding the legion and continuing to recommend you as commander, I personally support it."

"However, I cannot guarantee the final outcome. After all, there are also leaders from other tribes among those who came with the army this time. There is a relatively complete command structure, and the alliance must consider them."

Allen waved his hand, interrupting the other party's plan to talk to him alone, and instead expressed his attitude directly in front of the dozen or so Wildlands representatives.

Among these dozen or so Wildlands powerhouses, apart from Shilan and the other four who originally followed Allen back, the other powerhouses were new reinforcements who came south with the army. Therefore, they had not personally spent time with Allen, nor had they witnessed Allen's extremely strong power. Although these newcomers held due respect for Allen, they still retained their respective positions and attitudes.

Without their support, it was obviously unrealistic for Allen to simply state that Aaron should continue to hold the command of hundreds of thousands of troops, and it would also provoke dissatisfaction from many tribes.

He had only just become a pillar of support, and his foundation was unstable. There was no need to offend other tribal nobles who were trying to take this opportunity to make contributions and get rich.

In any case, Allen, as the leader who led the legion to invade the Rose Principality, had already earned enough war merits to write a glorious ode for himself, leaving a mark in the alliance's history. Coupled with the spoils obtained after breaking through the royal city, Allen's trip south was a win-win situation in terms of fame and fortune.

As for letting Aaron continue to hold the power of the army, Allen certainly knew that from the perspective of the entire alliance's interests, it was the right choice, but it was not necessarily so for him personally and his tribe.

Therefore, he needed Aaron's tribe and the sage Da Vinci to take action. The only thing he could do was to express his attitude in front of many powerhouses, so that they would understand his thoughts.

"Your Excellency's support is enough. I have already written to my clan leader and Elder Da Vinci."

After listening to Allen's words, Aaron was slightly stunned, and then expressed his gratitude to Allen with even greater joy. Then, after greeting the other powerhouses, he rushed back to the grassland, completely unaware that the faces of the group of powerhouses standing behind Allen were somewhat unhappy.

Allen could clearly feel the strong desire and greed in the eyes of the leaders and powerhouses of this reinforcement team, which was far less pure than the leadership when he led the team south. They simply felt that this was a difficult and adventurous journey.

Perhaps because of their success this time, the powerhouses of the Wildlands saw the weakness under the powerful appearance of humans for the first time, or perhaps they were tempted by the spoils sent back to the alliance by the coalition forces, as if they saw a piece of fat meat placed in front of them.

Judging from the speed of this subsequent reinforcement, many members of the alliance were obviously stimulated, and they had made plans to hunt in the human territory and seize the endless wealth accumulated by the human kingdoms.

Now that they had already offended human civilization, it would not be the style of the Wildlands if they did not take advantage of the fact that the other party had not reacted to continue tearing off a piece of fat flesh from their bodies.