Green Monster Epic

The sensation of weightlessness brought about by the teleportation was only momentary. When Allen opened his eyes again and looked around, they had already crossed thousands of miles of distance and returned to the familiar wilderness environment.

While surveying the surroundings, Allen quickly moved away from the altar to make room for the subsequent warriors who would be arriving.

When Allen followed the wilderness army to invade human territory, he had already learned of this method of using long-distance teleportation arrays to transport troops on a large scale, and the reason why it was not taken seriously.

The elven generals and strategists also had this inherent cognitive barrier. When considering various possibilities, they habitually ruled out the possibility that the wilderness and drow armies could teleport over long distances.

Although the fact that the human side had suffered a major defeat had spread to the elven kingdom, the specific strategic plans executed by the wilderness coalition and the means used were still a mystery. Therefore, the elves now have similar ideas to the humans at the time, otherwise they would not have trekked thousands of miles to venture deep into the northern territory.

More and more troops emerged from the teleportation array. Allen paid special attention to the frequency with which the elven corpses, used as consumable materials, were thrown in, and the scale of his own army's teleportation. After making an estimate in his mind, he roughly determined that these materials were sufficient to support the teleportation of the entire legion from the north, and even had a surplus.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. After all, this teleportation is not a cross-dimensional teleportation, and the distance is not very far, so the blood and flesh required is much lower than everyone expected.

Penny Le, who also noticed this, sighed with particular regret and said resentfully: "Actually, we could really try teleporting towards Thistle Fort first. If it succeeded, the blow to the elven kingdom would be even more severe."

Allen shook his head unmoved. Penny Le had made this suggestion several times before, but Allen had decisively rejected it. Moreover, in order to dispel Penny Le's radical idea, Allen had even used harsh words and threatened to abandon the cooperation.

In fact, according to Penny Le's vision, if their most important guardian force in the northern territory took the initiative to go north, then the elven army that had just suffered a major defeat and was unwilling to accept it would definitely choose to take the opportunity to go south and attack one of the three targets: Drow, Nasir Fortress, or Green Lake Town.

Elves have always been arrogant and have always looked down on the natives of the wilderness, as well as the drow who were exiled underground by them. Now, their hundreds of thousands of troops have suffered a great loss at the hands of enemies they despise. Whether it is the elven strong or their commanding officers, they will regard this as a great shame.

In addition, considering the kingdom's punishment for their defeat in the war, as long as they have the opportunity to regain what they have lost on the battlefield, they will definitely not let it go.

Penny Le had accurately calculated the other party's mentality, and deliberately cooperated with Allen to take away the most powerful main force in the northern territory, and showed up on the battlefield of the Dwarf Kingdom, so that the news of their main force going north would reach the ears of the command of the southern expeditionary army in Thunder Town.

It's just that there are always things in the plan that cannot be controlled, such as the target chosen by the elves. If they prefer to cross the Tagan Desert and the vast area in the western part of the Cato Mountains, and travel a long distance straight to the Green Field Plain to attack the Green Field Tribe's lair.

Green Lake Town and its surrounding satellite villages have never built decent cities. If the elven army really kills here with this as its goal, then the remaining members of the Green Field Tribe will definitely find it difficult to resist. In that case, their isolated army going north can only teleport directly and appear on the front to attack the opponent's main force head-on.

However, it is less likely that the elven commander will take this as a goal, because they also need to consider the time and difficulty of marching. The feat of more than 300,000 troops crossing the desert puts the greatest test on logistics and supplies, and precisely the logistics and supplies of this southern expeditionary army are a problem.

Then there are only Bonn City and Nasir Fortress left to choose from. No matter which city the elves ultimately choose as their target, the warriors they leave behind will have a certain amount of self-protection, giving Allen and Penny Le enough time to choose to appear in the right position at the right time.

The elven main force suffered heavy losses in the last war. The casualties of more than 200,000 soldiers made their legion strength insufficient to threaten Bonn City and Nasir Fortress. Therefore, they will definitely have to find a way to replenish their headquarters in order to be able to go south.

Looking at the surrounding situation, only the Thistle Fort fortress closest to them has a garrison army that can be mobilized to replenish their army in a tight time.

Based on the understanding of the command structure of the southern expeditionary army of the elven kingdom, this army has sufficient authority to command and mobilize the army of Thistle Fort. Then, the other party is very likely to conscript troops from Thistle Fort.

The army in Thistle Fort is completely emptied, which also means that this southern bridgehead of the elves is at its weakest. As long as the corpses and flesh and blood altars in their hands are used to teleport hundreds of miles to the west at a long distance, shortening the distance between the army and Thistle Fort, then they will have a great probability of occupying and destroying this most important city of the elves.

When the time comes, the city will be massacred, and the flesh and blood and souls of hundreds of thousands of ordinary elven citizens will be used as nourishment to reopen the teleportation channel. Not only will they be able to rush back to rescue the homeland and block the retreat of the southern expeditionary elven army, but they will also be able to take away all the wealth of this elven city with thousands of years of history and precipitation.

Allen actually admits in his heart that Penny Le's plan has a high success rate. Judging from the number of elven troops, they have indeed replenished no less than 50,000 troops, which also proves that the strength of the garrison in Thistle Fort has at least been weakened by more than half.

If their 300,000 troops suddenly appear in front of Thistle Fort, even without huge siege equipment, the city will probably not be able to hold on.

But Allen is even more afraid of the consequences of such a seat, which may not be something that the current Northern Territory can bear.

With the hatred between the drow and the elves, if they really occupy Thistle Fort, then most of the more than 500,000 elves, half-elves, and a few other races living in this city will become dead souls under their scimitars.

The word "massacre" is cruel, but for the drow living in the underground world, it is a common thing and there will be no burden at all.

But for the elves of the surface world, this is completely different from the military failure of having an entire army wiped out.

If the army fails, even if the proud elves are unwilling, they will at least admit that they are inferior in skill. When they want to retaliate, they will mostly find a place on the battlefield in a fair and honest manner.

But if a city in the elven kingdom is massacred, although doing so can weaken the strength of the elven kingdom a little, it is more likely to be regarded as a provocation by the elven rulers.

When the time comes, the elven high-level officials will inevitably shift their target and launch a large-scale counterattack against the Northern Territory with the power of the kingdom in order to save the face of the kingdom and also give the people of the kingdom an explanation.

Even if the entire Mansha Alliance is united, it is impossible to escape when facing a powerful civilization, let alone the Green Field Tribe and its weaker allies around it?

Allen doesn't want to weaken the strength of the elves, but instead attract attention and draw the elves' attention to himself, even if this kind of thing is only a possibility with a relatively high probability, he doesn't dare to take the risk.

Always level-headed, he decisively rejected the more fruitful plan precisely because of this consideration, opting instead to return and reinforce the northern border, intercepting and eliminating the elven armies that had penetrated the territory.

“If we can completely annihilate this invading elven army, it would be a great gain for us!”

“If we can achieve this goal, then the elven kingdom's threat to our northern border will be almost non-existent in the short term!”

“Even the elves' eastward campaign will undergo significant changes due to our intervention.”

Faced with a powerful temptation, Allen remained impervious, replying indifferently.

After saying these few sentences, Allen turned his head, looking for the scouts stationed here, preparing to inquire about the battle situation on the southern front.

“Tsk! He's really stubborn!”

The deep-minded Drow matron mother certainly understood Allen's concerns, but they also had their own interests. After defeating the elves at Coldwind Pass and then heading north to achieve another victory, the slaughter of a large number of heroic warriors from their sworn enemy, the elves, finally brought a response to Penny-Leigh and the others' private prayers to the Spider Queen.

This was the first time that this Drow group had received such clear feedback from the Spider Queen Lolth since migrating to the surface world. Even Penny-Leigh, as the facilitator, received a divine gift, further strengthening her affinity for dark magic, and significantly improving her mental and magical power.

She had a faint feeling that if she received another divine gift, she might completely break through her current level and advance to the coveted height of a Saint.

Even if Penny-Leigh had great vision and knowledge, her wisdom was strong, but she couldn't resist the important juncture concerning her future. So-called racial interests and city-state safety, although she had some concerns, still couldn't overcome her inner pursuits. This was the selfish and self-serving nature of the Drow, which was difficult to change.

Moreover, the decision to attack Thorn Fortress, from a practical point of view, did not harm the interests of the Drow Federation and the northern border. At most, it would only greatly increase their risks. But this was a common problem in the underground world. Which day didn't see several city-states destroyed and disappear?

To blame, they could only blame themselves for not being strong enough to resist the powerful elves.

It was a pity that the idea of attacking Thorn Fortress was scratching at her heart, but her partner still maintained a strong rationality and was unwilling to advance according to her plan.

Without Allen's help, Penny-Leigh herself would not be able to convince the other matron mothers, and without the Flesh Altar in Allen's hands, her grand plan would be difficult to execute.

Finally, in the face of ruthless reality, Penny-Leigh could only painfully compromise. Since the plan most beneficial to her could not be achieved, then completely annihilating the elven army invading the northern border became Penny-Leigh's determined goal.

Perhaps annihilating this army of hundreds of thousands of elves could also attract the Spider Queen's attention in the divine kingdom and give herself another divine gift!

Thinking of this, Matron Penny-Leigh's dim pupils regained their brilliance.

The vast army took most of the day just to teleport. If other teleportation methods were used, the resources consumed would probably return all the tribes of the Ring of Thorns to a state of extreme poverty. Now, using the Flesh Altar, there were still tens of thousands of elven corpses and thousands of living elven prisoners. It could be seen how deep the demon civilization in the endless abyss was in the research of teleportation.

“What should we do with these slaves?”

A group of Drow stared at the group of living elves who had not been used, their eyes glowing red and sinister. Seeing this scene, Allen originally didn't want to bother with this nosy matter, but glanced at Oscar, the elven druid who was traveling with the army. The other party's eyes could hardly hide a trace of intolerance. Out of respect for this master, Allen casually asked.

“Hehehe!”

Hearing Allen's inquiry, not only did Penny-Leigh's expression become strange, but the other matron mothers also revealed excitement.

“Although they failed to become nutrients for the Flesh Altar, we still have ways to make their value manifest in other aspects!”

“Leave it to us!”

Penny-Leigh and Deborah and the other matron mothers exchanged glances, then giggled mysteriously.

When Oscar heard Allen's inquiry, although his eyes did not look here, his pointed ears quietly turned in one direction. When the soft, silken whispers of Penny-Leigh and the other matron mothers sounded, his face suddenly turned cold, and he sighed and left the place.

Allen originally wanted to ask in detail, but seeing that Oscar had left, he lost interest in pursuing the matter and nodded lightly.

“Hehehe!”

Several matron mothers walked towards the elven prisoners, swaying their slender waists. Their jade hands caressed the bare chests of several handsome male elves, and their eyes were full of amorous glances at the male creatures in front of them.

Having already been reduced to prisoners, the elves, whose limbs were bound, had different expressions in the face of the matron mothers' malicious gazes.

Some glared angrily, still undeterred despite being captured, raising their heads and spitting at the saucy matron mothers with disdain.

Others cowered, daring not to meet the matron mothers' eyes. Even though they had been instilled with courage and fearlessness since childhood, how could they resist the desire to survive when their lives were in the hands of others!

And there were others...

Crack!!

The matron mothers' slender jade hands suddenly turned into soul-snatching claws, directly tearing open the chests of the elves in front of them, then taking out a heart that was still vigorously beating, raising it above their heads, and then crushing it fiercely.

A rain of blood fell. The matron mothers, who had been charming and giggling like nightmares, had unknowingly changed their appearance. Their faces were full of pious and sacred expressions, forming a sharp contrast with the bloody scene of blood dripping on their faces, outlining blood-red streaks.

“. Mother of All Things, the bloodline you protect offers you the blood, flesh, and souls of your sworn enemy, may you joyfully enjoy it . ”

The unanimous prayer came from the mouths of the matron mothers, and countless Drow bowed their heads and knelt down, chanting softly along with the matron mothers' prayer.

When the many prayers merged into one, forming an indescribable resonance frequency, shaking in this world, the corpses of the elves in front of them, still warm, gradually turned into mummies at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Clusters of light red blood mist floated out of the corpses, then contracted and expanded in the Drow's prayers, as if alive, and then suddenly exploded silently, covering the space where thousands of elven prisoners were located.

Those elves with various expressions on their faces had no resistance. Their faces gradually became dull, and then suddenly, as if they had seen some terrifying scene, their whole bodies suddenly twisted and struggled wildly.

The elves' hands and feet were bound, but they still struggled constantly, until they broke their arms alive; some elves were physically strong, breaking free, but then smashed their bare fists at their surrounding compatriots, tearing their chests apart…

A terrifying scene of human purgatory unfolded in front of Allen and the other wilderness natives. Countless wilderness warriors couldn't help but turn their heads away, even Allen, the leader with a strong mind, frowned slightly.