Green Monster Epic

“Enemy attack!”

“Report!!”

“Ten thousand Drow soldiers are approaching from the southeast, attempting to attack our left flank!!”

“Heh heh heh, it seems the Drow's plans are nothing more than this!”

Upon hearing the urgent military report from the scout, Besim and several staff members not only showed no worry on their faces, but instead breathed a sigh of relief. At least the chips in the enemy's hand and the disparity in strength were now apparent. Judging by the difference in strength between the two sides, even if this place became the site of a decisive battle, the army's current strength would be more than enough to withstand it!

“Order the left flank to move closer to my central army, and be careful not to attack rashly!”

“At the same time, send someone to convey orders to Ennio's unit stationed at Coldwind Ridge, and set off immediately to come to our aid!!”

“Yes!!”

The Drow army does have a natural advantage in the dark, and the battlefield they chose was indeed beyond their expectations, allowing them to regain the advantage they had gained in the initial pursuit.

However, there are also shortcomings in their actions, such as this place being not far from Coldwind Ridge. It will not take too long for our troops clearing Coldwind Ridge to come to our aid. By then, in terms of overall strength and numbers, we will have the advantage.

After carefully considering the differences between the two sides and discussing them with the staff members accompanying him, the elven general Besim, feeling confident, did not hesitate any longer. The fifty thousand elite warriors originally stationed in the center as reserve forces quickly rushed towards the front line amidst the sound of horns.

Now that the Drow have revealed their cards, and the elven reinforcements will arrive in at most half a day, what else do I have to worry about!

At this time, he was instead worried that the Drow would retreat again after realizing that the ambush had failed. If they were allowed to retreat back into the city of Bonn, the next siege would probably turn into a meat grinder.

From time to time, clusters of bright light rose in the dark, mixed with countless burning flames and snow-white lightning, providing limited light for the elven generals to view the battlefield.

Once a fiery body fell down in the dark, there was little chance of it rising again. Under the cover of darkness, the Grim Reaper was wandering around, wantonly harvesting abundant souls. Tonight would be a moment of revelry for them.

The fierce fighting continued, and the long night ushered in a glimmer of dawn. Just as a hint of fish-belly white appeared on the eastern horizon, an army that had been running silently in the final darkness finally rushed over from behind the elves.

The brave figure charging at the very front had already drawn a heavy and exaggerated dark golden greatsword, nearly a thousand meters away from the battlefield where the two sides were fighting. Each heavy and powerful thigh suddenly stomped hard on the ground, and with the power of his flesh alone, he jumped nearly fifty meters.

Then, the dark golden heavy sword emitted a faint halo, but the energy aura was extremely restrained, as if it was just a conventional jumping slash. The distance of a thousand meters was only a few breaths of delay for this newcomer.

Boom!!!

The heroic figure fell in front of the elven array with the heavy sword. Suddenly, the earth shook and the mountains swayed. Starting from the point where the figure landed, a wide gully quickly spread forward, constantly tearing the earth, and the main crack finally stopped only a thousand meters away.

Countless elven warriors disappeared into this man-made gully, and even the Drow army a thousand meters away was affected, with many Drow figures disappearing into the deep crack along the way.

“Damn it!!”

Just after the newcomer unleashed this earth-shattering sword strike, the aura of the powerful enemy finally enveloped the earth, and then more than a dozen powerful auras suddenly rose from behind the elven army. The elven commander Besim, who was originally in a state of shock, now felt a trace of despair in his heart.

“Damn it!!”

“Savages from the wilderness!! You are shameless!!”

No matter how carefully Besim calculated, he never expected that the enemy's most fatal blow would be stabbed from his own back, and the timing was so accurate that even if he still had the strength to respond, he would not have enough time.

“You can only blame yourselves for underestimating our wilderness's determination to unite!!”

The peerless powerhouse holding the dark golden heavy sword slowly floated into the sky. The majestic and powerful voice was not high-pitched, but it was clearly transmitted to the corners within a dozen miles. It was none other than Allen, the bear goblin demigod who should have been in the Green Field Plains.

Behind him, Kerr, Albard, Jeran, Oscar, and other wilderness powerhouses quickly rushed in, magic and energy blades streaking across the sky, slamming fiercely into the elven ranks.

Further north, the Thorns Allied Forces, who had been hiding in this wilderness for two full days, roared, venting the憋屈 of not daring to breathe loudly for the past two days, and charged forward with firm steps and a majestic momentum.

The only fly in the ointment may be that many legions in this army gradually deformed and twisted their formations when charging, obviously due to the lack of familiarity with training.

But it doesn't matter now. The Drow and the Thorns Legion have planned to such an extent that the main Drow force is holding down most of the elves in the front, and the Thorns Legion's surprise attack from the rear, coupled with the presence of Allen, Kerr, and other wilderness powerhouses to tear apart the elven formation, already has the advantage of timing and location, giving them a great advantage.

If they still can't control the outcome even in this situation, then the training of the Thorns Allied Forces these past few days, and Allen's expectations for them, will all become a joke, let alone guarding against the elves in the future and defending the northern territory.

As for why the Wilderness Allied Forces appeared here so timely, and also attacked from the enemy's most reassuring rear, that has to be said from more than ten days ago.

Plans always can't keep up with changes. Originally, Allen wanted to buy more training time for the Thorns Allied Forces, but he didn't expect that after he revealed the news of the Thorns Allied Forces' formation to Master Oscar, two days later, the Drow's Saintess Aishley personally came to visit Allen and presented him with a cooperation plan.

The plan was bold but also very feasible. Most importantly, if this plan succeeded, then the elven army invading the north would no longer be a serious threat to everyone, unless the elven kingdom itself mobilized more troops to the south.

Moreover, for the north and Allen, the risks they needed to bear were extremely low, and most of the risks were borne by the Hochia Drow Federation, which showed the Drow's sincerity in this cooperation.

Allen took this plan and returned to the Deadwood Forest to discuss it with Albard and others. After confirming the feasibility of the plan, everyone unanimously decided to advance the time of dispatching troops, which led to the scene of the ambush near Coldwind Ridge that is now occurring.

To make up for lost time, some warriors of the Thorns Coalition didn't even have time to receive their newly forged armor. Wearing old armor, they traveled along the desolate area of the western Mansa Mountains, crossed the edge of the Tagan Desert, and traveled by day and rested at night, using mist magic and other spells for cover. They silently approached within a hundred miles south of the city of Coldwind Ridge, hiding in a mountain forest.

The Drow, having confirmed that the Thorns Coalition had reached their destination, simply abandoned the defense of Coldwind Ridge's inner city within half a day of the city's defenses being breached, retreating all the way south.

For this plan, the Drow Federation sacrificed nearly one hundred thousand slaves and their families. This ensured that the resistance within the city remained fierce during the Drow's retreat, tying down a significant number of Elven troops.

Of course, the Elves' actions during the Drow's retreat were also uncontrollable. However, the Drow, who were always good at understanding people's hearts, were quite confident that the enemy commander would lead the main force to pursue them. At least in the vicinity of Coldwind Ridge, the Elves would not miss the opportunity to severely damage the Drow main force.

It was obvious to everyone which was easier, a siege or a wilderness battle. Most importantly, a siege would bring heavy troop losses to the Elven army. When the Drow were forced into a desperate situation and trapped in Dawn City, they would inevitably fight to the death.

Like the Elves, the Drow had difficulty reproducing. In order to survive, continue their race, and increase their population, the Drow were willing to be labeled as promiscuous, but they still could not reproduce as quickly as races like Dwarves and Humans. The Elves, who considered themselves elegant and noble, were even slower at reproduction than the Drow. Therefore, the Elven commander would definitely make an attempt that would benefit the Elves based on realistic considerations.

Moreover, when the Elven commander made a decision, he would inevitably believe that even if the Drow acted strangely, as long as the Elven army did not pursue too deeply, they could calmly deal with any traps.

The Drow had considered all sorts of factors, and were not afraid that the enemy would not fall into the trap. Placing the ambush behind the Elven army was a stroke of genius by the Drow. Presumably, the Elven commanders had the preconceived notion that their route had been scouted, and it was basically impossible for there to be an enemy ambush.

After all, when the Elves besieged Coldwind Ridge, the area within a hundred miles south of the city was within the scope of their scouts' reconnaissance and surveillance. With the Drow's character, it was impossible to place the ambush within their own reconnaissance range, as it would be easily exposed.

It was this blind spot of thinking under the light that was exploited by the Drow and the wilderness. The Drow main force, seemingly retreating in panic, attracted the main energy of the Elven commander. The carefully chosen hiding places, coupled with the Elven scouts' cursory reconnaissance, allowed the wilderness warriors to calmly avoid the Elves' eyes and ears.

Although there were also Elven scouts scattered on the ground, patrolling and searching the surrounding area, the skills of the Northern scouts in single combat were not necessarily weaker than those of the Elves. Naturally, they would not give these scattered Elven scouts any chance to transmit information.

The news of losing a few scouts' eyes and ears during the pursuit would certainly cause some concern for the scout captain, but it was impossible for him to report it to the commander level.

Moreover, it was normal for the Drow to collapse and retreat, leaving some stragglers hiding in the forest to ambush and assassinate Elven scouts.

Having estimated the various choices in the Elven army's minds, the Thorns Legion hid under the noses of the Elven army, watching them chase after the Drow army, until the Drow launched a counterattack in their chosen battlefield.

Without the constraints of the Elven powerhouses, and with great anticipation for the battle ahead, Allen, the leader of the Gnolls, who had entered the strongest state of divine power resonance on the road, only made a sarcastic remark before charging into the Elven army like a tiger among sheep.

Sizzle!

Boom! Boom boom!

Albard, who was skilled in lightning magic, also showed his face as the number one mage in the North for the first time on the battlefield. Although he was still at the early stage of the legendary realm, he unleashed a sky full of dancing lightning snakes, and the white light formed by magic rippled in the Elven ranks.

And that girl, Kori, was as fierce as a giant dragon. Her small body dragged a wide greatsword, and with one strike, dozens of figures were sent flying. Her power was truly terrifying.

Drizzt followed his wife's lead, his ghostly figure constantly patrolling around Kori's battlefield, fearing that his carefree partner would be overwhelmed by her bravery and fall into danger.

And Master Oscar, transformed into an ancient tree of life, waved dozens of tentacles, stirring up the opposing Elven formation, while also showering green divine magic on the surrounding wilderness and Drow soldiers, providing powerful buffs.

There were also Lizardman Jerang, Kamberra, Gnoll leader Bobir, and other powerhouses who also had fierce expressions on their faces, grinning and wreaking havoc in the Elven army, just to create better fighting opportunities for their own children who were about to arrive.

The Elven army also reacted quickly. Besim, the commander sitting in the center of the army, turned around and took on Allen, the most powerful Gnoll, relying on a group of Elven warriors under his command to share the impact of Allen's giant force. He barely managed to withstand it.

But he himself knew that this situation could not last for long. Although most of the power and damage were shared by tens of thousands of Elves through the domain power, his own physical toughness was limited. Every time he endured a blow from the Gnoll, who was far more terrifying than a Tyrannosaurus Rex, his entire internal organs were vibrating, and he was dizzy and nauseous.

The two were simply not opponents of the same level. Even with the help of more Elven warriors, it was difficult to gain an advantage.

At the same time, two more Elven commanders turned around to help contain three or four wilderness powerhouses, but the other few legendary Elven powerhouses could not spare any more manpower to deal with them, and watched helplessly as they continued to wreak havoc on the heads of their own army, slaughtering brave Elven warriors.

When the Drow army's commanders saw the wilderness army arriving as promised, a huge weight finally fell from their hearts. How could they not take advantage of the situation? The newly arrived 100,000 Drow reinforcements cooperated with the Drow main force that had retreated from Coldwind Ridge, boosting their powerful fighting spirit from the left and right, and frantically launched attacks on the Elven army, which had turned from attack to defense.

Behind the Elves, the Thorns Army, led by five thousand heavily armored Ogre warriors, flanked by more than ten thousand Goblin and Gnoll Berserkers, crashed into the Elven formation, which had been torn open by the wilderness powerhouses. In an instant, bloody light soared into the sky, and the sweet and pungent smell mixed with the stench of corpses' incontinence quickly spread around.