Green Monster Epic

When more than a dozen unknown powerful auras suddenly rose in the distant south, the elven powerhouses who were still entangled with the Drow Matron Mother, Penile, and others above Coldwind Ridge changed their expressions.

Alicia, the demigod archer and Countess of the Elven Kingdom, looked particularly nervous, because she could vaguely sense that the owner of the most powerful aura among those dozen or so auras, as conspicuous as a bright moon illuminating the starry sky, seemed to be the target she had ambushed unsuccessfully before, and also the bear goblin whom she was most wary of in this expedition to the wilderness.

Although she had only fought the bear goblin twice, it had left indelible memories in Alicia's heart. Even now, with the owner of that aura two hundred miles away, Alicia was immediately reminded of the memories from that time.

"We've been tricked!"

"Besim and the others must have had an accident!"

"Let's go!!"

Originally, the elven powerhouses were still happy. This time, their invasion of the northern wilderness not only mobilized a large army, but also dispatched more than thirty legendary powerhouses from the kingdom to the wilderness, specifically responsible for dealing with the powerhouses of the Drow Federation.

Although the elves have a small population, the number of legendary powerhouses is the highest among the four major civilizations because their lifespan is more than twice that of ordinary intelligent races.

Although many elven powerhouses do not care about power and status, or are existences exiled by vested interests and not controlled by the kingdom's regime, the number of powerhouses who accept the kingdom's command is far greater than that of other civilizations.

The elves were able to gain the upper hand in the last war with the dwarves largely because they directly sent nearly a hundred legendary powerhouses to the battlefield.

This time, in order to solve the worries first, more than thirty backbone legendary powerhouses who should have been sent to the dwarven battlefield were transferred to Coldwind Ridge.

The federation formed by the Drow's major city-states is definitely ranked in the top three among the wilderness forces in terms of the scale of legendary powerhouses, even more than the weakest branch of the centaur's three royal courts. With the black dragon as a blood alliance, it is their limit to pull out twenty powerhouses.

Now, in order to defend Coldwind Ridge, the Drow powerhouse team led by the demigod Penile is under no less pressure than the Drow army under their feet, facing more than half the number of opponents.

But even so, the Drow Matron Mothers, together with the black dragon legend, insisted for two days and two nights. When the Drow commanders from the city below sent signals that they were about to execute their plan, the powerhouses did not retreat, but continued to confront the elven powerhouses in the sky.

The elven powerhouses were naturally happy to do so. The two sides are mortal enemies who would fight to the death when they meet. It is rare for their team to have the advantage in number and strength. Although they do not know what kind of medicine the other side is selling in their gourd, it would be a good achievement if they could leave a few Drow powerhouse's lives at this time!

It was not until the mystery was revealed that Alicia and the other elven powerhouses realized that the Drow powerhouses were fighting to the death in order to hold them back and create an opportunity for the wilderness and the retreating Drow army to attack the pursuing elven troops separately.

The new green, crystal-like, dazzling strong bow in Alicia's hand continuously vibrated, and countless light arrows covered the Drow and black dragon that were encircling them like raindrops. At the same time, other elven powerhouses launched their strongest attacks one after another, and two or three of them joined forces tacitly to focus their fire on one opponent, immediately forcing the Drow and black dragon to shrink inward.

At the moment when the Drow powerhouses contracted their formation, more than twenty elven powerhouses immediately withdrew and flew swiftly towards the south.

"Want to leave?? Stay here!!"

Matron Mother Penile had been very passive. She was closely guarded against by Alicia in the battle. She had countless powerful magical methods, but she could only use them to dodge in a narrow space.

Now that she finally had the opportunity to regain her composure, how could she not seize the opportunity? With a delicate snort, a long whip cracked, and she chanted a mysterious incantation. In an instant, countless dark energies gathered, and soon formed a water-like, heavy, and dense black mist, covering the entire area within a few miles.

The first few elves who retreated were fortunate enough to escape the range of the thick fog, and more than a dozen other powerhouses who were originally on the edge of the thick fog should have rushed out of the black fog in one or two breaths, but after a dozen breaths, there was no trace of them.

Instead, violent tremors and storms quickly rose in the thick fog, but they could not dispel this place where dark elements gathered.

Until a minute or two later, a shining green lightning bolt broke through the dark mist, like the first flash of lightning that opened the sky, forcibly splitting the thick fog that covered several miles from the middle. Alicia's elegant figure in tight-fitting chain armor reappeared in the unobstructed world.

However, with this little delay, Matron Mother Penile in the thick fog had already formed another legendary magic. With the waving of the leather whip, a surging negative energy fell head-on towards the heads of the elven powerhouses.

"Ah ~"

"Hee hee ~ ~"

Countless semi-transparent banshee phantoms appeared and disappeared, and their mouths spat out seductive sounds that seemed to exist or not, wandering around a group of elven powerhouses, causing ripples in their hearts.

The elven powerhouses did not show weakness either. They suppressed the emotions that were being stirred up in their hearts and each displayed their unique skills, preparing to break through the space surrounded by undead in front of them.

In the distant south, Besim spat out blood. After finally stopping his retreating movements, he rushed forward again, blocking the humanoid behemoth in front of him before it continued to kill more elven warriors.

If there were regret medicine in this world, Besim would be willing to exchange everything he had for even one. Watching helplessly as the brave warriors in the vast elven army fell in pieces, seeing the dark clouds of failure slowly covering his head, Besim couldn't wait to die and apologize now, to escape the tragic consequences caused by his failed decisions.

But he couldn't do that yet. Although the elven army was now facing a pincer attack and was in a very dangerous situation, their main force was still there and had not collapsed. He still had a chance to save the lives of more elven warriors and get them out of the current predicament.

For the heavy mission on his shoulders, Besim desperately continued to rush towards the terrifyingly strong opponent in front of him, even at the cost of severe injuries such as internal organ vibrations and uneven breathing, in order to create a better combat environment for the elven soldiers who were working hard to tear through the wilderness legion's line of defense.

As Allen's divine power flowed, the damage suffered in the fight with Besim, the elven commander who carried the power of over ten thousand elven warriors, quickly healed.

As an extension of his body, Bonecleaver was as easy to control as an arm. Although it was easy to wield in his hands, he was very clear about the impact the thin elven commander on the opposite side needed to withstand under the blessing of its own gravity technique.

The fact that the opponent could persist until now, and even charge forward fearlessly to fight, aroused a bit of admiration and respect in Allen.

The emotion born of respect made Allen abandon his plan to evade the opponent's attack, and instead decided to respond to the opponent with the honor of a warrior who also fought hard.

"Hiss!"

Although surrounded by the enemy, Allen still had the strength to exhale a long breath. After sweeping away a dozen elven warriors with a single sword strike, the bear goblin suddenly flew up from the ground, head-on colliding with the elven legendary general charging towards him.

Golden light shone on the heavy sword, and the Sky-Opening Sword Style was ready to be unleashed. However, under Allen's powerful control, every bit of power was extremely restrained. As Allen slashed straight out with both arms, it looked so direct and simple.

Boom!!!

Pfft!!!

As weapons clashed, the tip of a long spear soared high into the air until it was invisible to the naked eye. The elven commander, struggling to hold the remaining half of the spear shaft, slid directly through the void. Tears and bloodstains appeared on his body and from his seven orifices, and blood and foam gushed from his mouth like a tap.

The tens of thousands of warriors on the ground, shrouded in Besim's domain power, also trembled suddenly. More than half of the warriors knelt on the ground, their faces pale. Some even spat out blood, and only a few mid- to high-level elites barely maintained their stance, looking up in horror at the bear goblin who was also retreating a dozen meters.

The bear goblin, who stopped his retreat by stomping hard in the void with his left foot, stepped down again with the power of his feet as soon as his body returned to control. With the blessing of the Ripple Step, his figure transformed into a dotted line and killed again.

During the flight, the heavy sword swayed with his arm. With his right foot as the center, Allen slowly drew a perfect circle from left to right. When the heavy sword returned to its starting point, the bear goblin's figure just happened to appear about ten meters in front of the elven commander, who was seriously injured and struggling.

"General!"

"Dodge!"

The elven guards on the ground, seeing that their commander had not yet fully recovered, shouted a warning with all their might. At the same time, a dozen elven dual cultivation professionals with spellcasting abilities cast flight spells on themselves, rising tens of meters from the ground and bravely charging towards Allen, regardless of the difference in strength between them.

"Get lost!!!"

Allen glared, roaring like thunder, but the movements in his hands did not waver in the slightest, and he still slashed horizontally with determination.

Thump! Pfft!

Clang! Pfft!

Clang! Pfft!

The elven warriors were like moths to a flame, either actively meeting Allen's exaggerated heavy sword, or planning to exchange their lives for injuries to attack the bear goblin's main body. But no matter what they planned, in the face of absolute power, it was all in vain.

The elves whose weapons clashed with Allen only bore a trace of the heavy sword's power. They and their swords were cut in two, and before their corpses could fly far, they exploded in everyone's eyes, forming clusters of strange blood flowers.

The elves who attacked Allen's main body were a little happy to see their sharp weapons directly hit the opponent's seemingly empty body, but in the end, they were shocked to see their solid weapons shatter inch by inch when they pierced the opponent's body. The hands that held the weapons tightly were attacked by a huge force, and before they could be pushed away, they bumped into each other along the way. Amidst a burst of noise of broken bones and torn flesh, corpses flew horizontally and crashed to the ground.

Although there were some obstacles, the attacks had almost no effect on Allen. His figure had already arrived in front of the elven general who was raising half of his long spear to defend in the time it takes to breathe. His arms exerted force again, and the little strength that had just been worn away was not only made up for, but the slashing momentum was also stronger and faster, whistling down on the broken spear shaft.

Thump!

Whizzing!!!

The elven commander's body flew out passively, while the bear goblin's figure was almost贴贴 on the opponent's flying body, constantly getting closer and closer.

Finally, as the sense of stagnation disappeared from the heavy sword's body, Allen's body suddenly lightened and his speed increased sharply, surpassing the elven commander who had been blown away for thousands of meters and甩 him behind.

A breath later, when Allen looked back again after walking hundreds of meters away, the elven commander's body, cut into two pieces, was doing a free-fall movement, splashing blood while smashing into the crowd on the ground.

"Hu!"

Allen took a deep breath, and the vibrating power in his body returned to calm. After glancing at the opponent's corpse that gradually disappeared into the crowd, the bear goblin suddenly lifted his heavy sword, and his body rushed towards the elven army formation on the ground like Mount Tai pressing down. With no more opponents holding back the bear goblin demigod's attack, he could finally wantonly slaughter the flock of elven sheep.

"Hold on!! Hold on!!"

The officers of the elven army took in the death of their commander and general. Although they felt infinite pain in their hearts and had the urge to fight the bear goblin leader, the elite education they had received over the years turned into reins, suppressing their impulses and cowardice, and still maintaining a calm posture to command their warriors.

The warriors of the Thorns Allied Forces were indeed brave, and their attack timing was also very appropriate. They easily tore apart the elven positions that had been stirred up by the wilderness powerhouses, and the initial results were very good.

However, as the elves took the initiative to retreat hundreds of meters and regrouped, even after dividing a lot of elite teams to resist and defend against the wilderness powerhouses who were scurrying up and down on top of the army, the remaining legions still calmly reversed their disadvantage.

Even in a grinding battle that lasted for more than one magic hour, the elven army had already shown signs of breaking through the flanks of the Thorns Legion, and the elven commander, who had grasped the battlefield situation, adjusted in time and increased the offensive against the weak points of the Thorns Legion, opening up the situation for his main force to escape the predicament of being flanked.

Although the commander was killed in battle, the last order he conveyed through his guards before his death was firmly executed by the elven soldiers, trying to open up this retreat route behind them that was blocked by the wilderness warriors.

Reality is so cruel. Two magic hours ago, the officers and soldiers of the elven army were still full of confidence that they could severely damage the drow chasing in front, but now they have already shown signs of defeat and are starting to desperately fight for the army's way out.

This elven army cannot all be lost on the battlefield, otherwise their plan against the wilderness will have to be readjusted, and it may even affect the great war against the dwarves in the northeast direction.

Therefore, the rational Besim issued the order to break through before his death, and the officers of the elven army on the ground, who had lost their minds, were also striving to execute this order from their commander before his death.