Green Monster Epic

One by one, Drow and Elven warriors fell, but more warriors unhesitatingly surged from behind, filling the gaps in the ranks. Officers from both sides occasionally emitted howls that only their own side could understand, leading their surrounding soldiers to constantly change formations and shift positions.

The two armies sometimes converged and coalesced into one entity, and sometimes scattered like celestial maidens in all directions. The overly similar combat styles made the mutual slaughter even more intense.

However, overall, the Drow still had the upper hand, constantly forcing back the main force of the Elven army, but there was still a long way to go before they could gain a complete advantage.

The ground constantly trembled violently, and strong winds raged. These were the aftershocks of the battles between giant dragons and giants with astonishing strength, making it a shocking sight.

And then there were the legendary powerhouses in the sky, whose casual spells could ignite half the sky, creating equally astonishing momentum, but after half a day of fighting, basically no powerhouses had fallen.

Allen patiently hid far away. After enhancing his eyes with Eagle Eye术, even without approaching the fiercely contested battlefield, he could clearly see the general situation.

While observing and understanding the enemies he would soon face, Allen summarized and thought in his mind, in order to organize some insights for the Thorns Legion's combat.

Even if the Thorns Ring organized an army, Allen himself was not sure how much combat power this army would ultimately have, because this newly built army really lacked enough time to train and drill.

The ragtag army he commanded on the Centaur Grassland before might have been inferior to the Thorns Legion in terms of overall quality, but at least they had more than half a year to train before the actual battle. Later, when they experienced actual combat, they mostly started by challenging weak armies. Only through the fighting of blood and fire did they develop the later resilience and tenacity, achieving brilliant results that even Allen had to look at with new eyes.

And the current starting point of the Thorns Legion was even inferior to the first army in the southern wilderness after half a year of training. Perhaps the only advantage was the 30,000 regular army veterans that the Northern Territory had always maintained.

Allen had discussed with Albard and the others that after the Thorns Legion was fully formed, a portion of the veterans would be broken up and incorporated into the new army, coupled with the military talents of the Greenwood Knight Academy. From the foundation, it seemed to be more promising than the wilderness rabble.

The experiences in legion formations, troop type combinations, and other aspects that Aaron and Orcum had summarized in their battles with humans were also requested by Allen and handed over to Albard and the others for research. Compared to reinventing the wheel and relying on military books, these experiences, which had been battle-tested and were more in line with wilderness combat, were also an important gain for Allen's southern journey to oversee the situation.

Albard and the others had also had their minds and horizons broadened. It turned out that the mixed-race wilderness legion was actually a feature of theirs. They, as commanders, could rationally choose more advantageous legion formations and combat methods based on the local races and professional configurations.

Ogres, Gnolls, Trolls, Kobolds, Goblins... Although the races in the Northern Territory Thorns Ring organization did not encompass the entire wilderness race, they were still very mixed. At the same time, the overall strength and individual quality differences between the tribes were not small, which had always been a major problem for the Thorns Ring in forming a joint army.

The military commanders of the various races were also discussing and exploring how to enable various races and professions to cooperate with each other and form an organic whole. Now, with the knowledge and experience brought back by Allen, it could be regarded as finding a relatively correct path for everyone, no longer groping in the fog.

Although Allen could not give Albard and the others too much advice and help in training the army, his own vision and knowledge were outstanding, and he also had strong strength as a foundation. Therefore, he was also using his own way to help Albard and the others, collecting enough intelligence for the Thorns Legion's next battle.

The Elves' movements were too strange. The scale of their army stationed in the Northern Territory had already made Allen feel threatened. Although the Elven envoy Sherry had previously spent a great price to persuade Allen, as the other party's military intelligence was sent to Allen's hands, it gave him a vague feeling that the Elven side was also trying to confuse him. Their goal in the Northern Territory was probably not limited to Coldwind Ridge and Bonn City.

The rulers who could sit securely in high positions were not kind people. Their methods and temperaments each had their strengths, but they would never have so-called feminine benevolence, nor would they be bound by rules and contracts. When truly planning and scheming, they could shamelessly lower their faces and bow down, but when they turned their faces, they would be merciless.

Therefore, Allen had long been prepared to break the contract signed by Greenwood and the Elves. Then why couldn't the Elves make such a plan? Just because the other party offered various flattery and promises when they wanted him to sign the contract, would they abide by it?

Allen didn't think so, especially after knowing the scale of the other party's subsequent reinforcements, as well as the intelligence of the more than twenty War Treants accompanying the army.

He patiently observed the Elven army's formation and fighting, until both sides fought from day to night. Then, with the sound of horns and drums, they ceased fighting and retreated back to their respective positions. Only then did Allen retract his gaze, but his mind was still spinning rapidly, summarizing the gains of this lurking observation.

The fighting between dragons and giants on the ground and between powerhouses in the sky continued. Several times, Elven powerhouses on the ground and in the sky revealed fatal flaws in the fighting, and if Allen had been willing to attack, he would have definitely gained something, but he had restrained himself.

Now was not the time for him to attack. Even if he had long planned to tear up the contract, a suitable opportunity could often bring greater results. The fall of a mere one or two legendary powerhouses was no longer something Allen could look up to.

Allen came quietly, and then left quietly. There were many monitoring eyes scattered by the surrounding Elves, but encountering an old schemer like Allen could only be blamed on their own bad luck, losing their lives silently.

After ending the reconnaissance, Allen did not return to the Muir Fortress, but directly crossed the Cator Mountains and headed towards the Greenwood Plain, preparing to go to the Thorns Legion's garrison to see how Albard and the others were preparing and training this army.

The closer he got to the Greenwood Plain, the more Allen felt a sense of intimacy in his heart, as if this land possessed an invisible life, cheering for his arrival.

After crossing the main peak of the Cator Mountains and arriving in the hilly area, Allen gave up flying and directly landed on his feet and ran freely. Every time he stepped on the ground, there was vaguely a stream of energy flowing between Allen and the earth as his feet came into contact with the ground, but when Allen concentrated on sensing it, he could not detect this aura no matter what, as if it was just Allen's own illusion.

Allen never doubted his feelings. Although he could not sense the signs of this energy flow, he did not think that this matter had really not happened.

After embarking on the path to godhood, wondrous and unfathomable events occurred one after another. Allen had already developed a strong ability to accept these occurrences, quickly regarding the current situation as normal and worthy of study.

However, Allen himself couldn't quite grasp the specific reasons for this situation. The only thing he was certain of was that it was closely related to his preparations for becoming a god.

Because as he approached Green Lake Town, the silent cheers from the earth and the natural energy swirling around his body became increasingly evident.

He could now autonomously control the emergence of divine power, although it required some effort and time. The effect in actual combat was excellent, but the consumption of faith power was also quite large. In any case, with the amount of faith power contributed by his current number of believers, it still didn't seem to fully compensate for the faith power consumed in human territory.

This made Allen feel a greater sense of urgency in increasing the number of believers. If he wanted to be able to enter the divine power state at any time, he needed more devout believers to provide him with a constant stream of power.

Perhaps it was necessary to bestow divine grace once more?

While running, Allen pondered how to further advance the evangelistic activities of his church.

Since he could autonomously derive and control divine power, Allen had tentatively conducted three small-scale bestowals of divine grace. With the divine consciousness confirming the origin of the light spots surrounding the Seeds of Faith, the targets of Allen's bestowals of divine grace were no longer random, but rather precisely selected target believers.

This also meant that Allen could consider the brightness of the light spots surrounding his Seeds of Faith and the target's talent to bestow divine grace upon more valuable believers, enriching the core strength of the Food God Society.

Among them, the one who had received the most divine grace was Zerlang, who could directly communicate and exchange information with Allen from a distance. Now, the seventy-year-old Great Earth Elf High Priest had reached the level of a 15th-level High Priest, only one step away from Legend.

Allen was currently weighing whether he needed to forcibly elevate Zerlang to the Legend rank through divine grace, but he felt somewhat uncertain in his heart whether he could do this, and he also worried that the price he would pay would delay the improvement of his own strength.

Currently, the overall situation in the Fayman World was not safe. The war sparked by the two continents would likely last for decades, just like the last great war. Moreover, this time, the elves' emphasis on the Northern Territory far exceeded that of the last great war. Allen had to ensure that his strength remained at its peak in order to face the threat of powerful civilizations to the Northern Territory at any time.

However, Zerlang's ability to communicate and contact Allen from a distance was too convenient and important. Just like this time when he was stationed in the south, if he relied on the Alliance's current speed of transmitting information, he would probably only be able to barely return to Green Field at this time. There was no way he could catch up with the opportunity for the envoys of various forces to visit and negotiate, let alone persuade the members of the Thorns Ring in time to form their own guardian army.

Apart from Zerlang, among the tens of thousands of existing believers in the Food God Society, there had never been a believer with the same talent as Zerlang who could communicate and exchange information with Allen in the sea of consciousness from a distance.

Of course, this was not absolute. Once, when Allen bestowed divine grace upon a believer, he had a brief exchange with the believer through the connection of divine power, but that was only a fleeting moment. After his divine power merged into the other party's body and transformed into power or talent, this communication ability disappeared.

He couldn't possibly bestow divine grace upon someone every time Allen wanted to communicate with a believer, right? Where would Allen get so much divine power to bestow upon believers!

After all, after multiple attempts, Allen had roughly grasped the price he had to pay for bestowing divine grace. The consequence of permanently reducing his mental strength and total amount of rage was still not something Allen could bear at present.

It's just that Zerlang is already old. Although Allen forcibly elevated him to a high level, which increased his mental strength, his physical body inevitably moved towards decline. The aura of death has been lingering around him. Allen wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly received news of his death one day.

In the absence of a replacement for Zerlang, Zerlang's role was irreplaceable, and even if the price was extremely high, it was extremely tempting to Allen. At the same time, if Zerlang advanced to Legend, it would also be a great help to the tribe's top combat power. His blessing divine arts and healing divine arts could have considerable effects, whether in combat or daily evangelism.

However, Allen himself couldn't determine how much divine power he would lose if he forcibly elevated Zerlang to the Legend rank through divine grace.

How much would his own strength be reduced by then, and would it have a significant impact on his actual combat?

The two thoughts were constantly fighting in Allen's heart, making him extremely entangled. Even if he wanted to discuss it with the dragon Figglas, the other party might not be clearer about the consequences of divine grace than he was.

Not to mention that the dragon Figglas was nowhere to be seen at this time, and seemed to have hidden somewhere to slumber again. Even if Allen wanted to discuss it, he couldn't find the person in charge.

During the process of thinking, Allen's footsteps did not stop. Soon, he could see the edge of the verdant southern wilderness, the protruding black dot. Then, the prosperous city built on a flat-topped hill came into view.

The outline of the castle on the top of the mountain was blurred. Although Allen couldn't see the scenery behind the castle with his naked eyes, he clearly sensed a pure, brilliant, sacred, and intimate golden halo in his conscious perception, just like a blazing torch in the dark night, so conspicuous.

As Allen gradually approached Green Lake Town, the brilliant golden light on the top of the mountain that only he could sense echoed Allen's even breathing, flashing.

The location of the golden light was a statue of Allen erected on the top of the mountain, which was also the place where the tribesmen looked up to Allen with gratitude during tribal festivals.

The statue did not use precious metals or rare stones. It was originally just a simple and complete marble carving. After Allen embarked on the path to godhood, this statue began to undergo mysterious changes without him realizing it.

Although this statue had a considerable difference from the Food God image tailored for Allen by the Food God Society, it was, after all, another side of Allen's own image. Even in the eyes of most tribesmen, this majestic and awe-inspiring combat image full of murderous intent was more in line with Allen's appearance in their hearts. Therefore, as Allen embarked on the path to godhood, this statue also became a carrier of faith power, similar to the Food God statue, in some respects.