Green Monster Epic

Chapter 889

Allen continued to garrison the Coldwind Ridge military camp, awaiting the arrival of two hundred thousand Thistle Coalition troops, newly replenished and expanded, who marched mightily to Coldwind Ridge.

The overall quality of this new army was weaker than the previous one. It seemed that although the member tribes had been persuaded by Allen, they still harbored some resentment and dissatisfaction in their hearts.

However, Allen could understand. The number of newborn children in the northern tribes in recent years was not even equal to the number of troops they had been continuously required to conscript.

First, there were two consecutive reinforcements to the Southern Human Plains, and it was said that a third was being discussed. Then, there was the active conscription in the Northern Territory to defend against invasion. Which time did their tribes not have to contribute people and resources?

They were already unpopular, and their territories were mostly poor. How could tribes of hundreds of thousands of people withstand such exploitation? Therefore, it was only natural that they would develop resistance and dissatisfaction.

Fortunately, around these tribes, there were many useless and undeveloped territories that housed a group of vassals. At this time, reducing the conscription of their own tribesmen through transference was the price these tribes allowed these vassals to survive within their sphere of influence.

In the end, the ones who suffered the most were probably the Heart of the Wild ogres and the Corriema dark elves, two medium-sized tribes. They didn't have vassals yet. Although the number of warriors each needed to send was much smaller than the major tribes, it was a real drain on their own tribes.

"Lord Allen, according to the requirements, my tribe has once again sent three thousand warriors to the army."

"Thank you for your hard work!"

After returning from the Human Plains, Nicol rushed to the border without stopping. His dusty appearance showed how hard he had been working, but he had no choice but to accept this arrangement. Who told him he was the only legendary figure in his tribe?

The Corriema dark elves had three legendary figures, and they directly sent two legendary figures to the battlefield, which earned them a reduction of one thousand conscripted warriors. If he didn't get involved, the Heart of the Wild would have to conscript another thousand ogres to the battlefield.

His tribe's population was still some distance away from the large tribe requirement of one hundred thousand. Now, with the elven invasion and the obstruction of the Human Plains, their tribe's population had been reduced by nearly ten thousand at once.

"However, I have a request, and I hope Lord Allen will allow it."

"Speak."

"I want to transfer a few key members from the tribesmen who were sent here before back to the tribe."

"This is not a big problem. You can talk to Albard about it later."

Allen wondered what kind of request Nicol would make, but when he heard it was such a small matter, he was a little surprised. While casually agreeing to his request, he jokingly said.

"There wouldn't be a legendary seed from your tribe in there, would there?"

Allen knew very well that Nicol had been very anxious about the matter of a tribal heir in recent years. As he got older, his anxiety became more and more difficult to hide.

But today, the ogre standing in front of Allen exuded a sense of peace and joy from the bottom of his heart. Even though he hid it very well, Allen still noticed it.

"... Uh!"

A look of surprise flashed across Nicol's face, and he panicked slightly before quickly trying to hide it: "How could I be so lucky!"

Allen was originally just joking casually, but when he saw Nicol's expression, he was sure of it.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Every tribe is extremely cherished and secretive about their own legendary seeds. Even if the Heart of the Wild and the Greenwild tribe have a close relationship, Nicol would not want Allen to know about their tribe's legendary seeds.

Allen could understand the other party's concerns, so he didn't continue to delve into it, but a ripple also arose in his heart.

To be honest, when he invaded the human territory before, Allen fought side by side with Nicol. He had several times considered killing Nicol and watching him fall into the hands of human experts.

The Heart of the Wild tribe now has more than 80,000 people, most of whom are tall and powerful ogres. Although their tribe is not yet considered a large tribe in terms of numbers, in terms of strength alone, their tribe can definitely rival the weakest large tribe.

This power was both a threat and a huge temptation. If Nicol unfortunately fell and his tribe had no legendary heir, then the northern tribes would probably not coexist peacefully with them as they do now.

Given the close relationship between the Heart of the Wild and the Greenwild tribe, after losing their leader Nicol, they would naturally have to rely more on the Greenwild tribe in order to protect themselves. In the end, it would not be unimaginable for them to be slowly annexed by the Greenwild tribe.

However, in the end, Allen abandoned this dark plan. The current Greenwild tribe no longer needs to rely on external forces to grow stronger, and is no longer a weakling struggling on the line of survival. As long as they continue to develop, their tribe will be the undisputed leader of the Northern Territory.

Moreover, Nicol was one of the few people Allen considered a friend. Even though the gap between their positions was now vast, the experience of working together in the early years and the tribal relationship that had never been betrayed for so many years made Allen cherish this friendship.

If even this precious friendship was ruthlessly severed by him, then this world would have one less bond for Allen himself, and he would become closer to the cold and rational gods in the sky, and his main consciousness would degenerate until it was replaced and suppressed by the divine consciousness.

Although he wanted to ascend to the throne of God, the more Allen knew about the gods, the more uneasy he felt. The absolutely rational, emotionless, mechanical state of his divine consciousness made Allen unable to see any value or meaning in existence, and he could not feel the feeling of being alive.

If a person maintains this state for a long time, then what is the difference between him and being dead? Or rather, this is a punishment more terrible than death.

At this time, Allen somewhat understood why those gods so frequently descended their divine thoughts and consciousness into the material world. Perhaps they also wanted to reminisce about the glorious memories of the past, which they had been longing for for a long time, and to feel the flow of emotions again.

The reason Allen gave himself for giving up on killing Nicol was that Nicol was not young, and he only had a few decades left to live. After he died naturally, things would still proceed according to his expectations.

It was just that the sudden appearance of a legendary seed in the Heart of the Wild meant that the Heart of the Wild tribe was likely to have an heir. As long as the other party's management ability was not too bad, then Allen's coveting of the Heart of the Wild would probably be twisted.

"By the way, how is the situation in the south?"

Although he was a little disappointed, Allen was open-minded. Since he had made a choice in the south, he should now accept any twists and turns that might arise.

Having figured this out, Allen changed the subject to avoid embarrassing or making the ogre nervous.

“After a period of reorganization, the Dawn Empire has sent another legion north, along with reinforcements from the Human Alliance. Now, the Rose Principality's territory has basically been recovered by them.”

“Under the pressure of the million-strong human army, Aaron and his commanders haven't suffered too much. On the contrary, they've won a few minor victories, especially during the human sieges, where their losses far exceeded those of our Wildlands Allied Forces.”

Allen had also heard about the situation in the south from time to time, but it was only through Nicol, who had personally returned from the front lines, that Allen learned more detailed information about the southern battle reports.

“Human civilization is truly wealthy and generous! In such a short period, they've assembled another million-strong army!”

Allen was very impressed. Humans could casually mobilize millions of adult warriors, but his own tribe was still far from reaching its first million people.

“Does the human withdrawal from the front lines mean that their offensive against the orcs on the eastern front is also easing up?”

“Well, it's not certain yet. At least when I withdrew from the front lines, the human armies fighting on the eastern front, except for the main force withdrawn by the Dawn Empire, showed no other movements from the other kingdoms' armies.”

“Hmm.”

However, judging from the current situation, the war between the human and elf civilizations for dominance of the Fayman World seems to have suffered minor setbacks. It's still impossible to predict what decisions they will make next.

But at least Allen saw hope in this. It turned out that these seemingly powerful human and elf civilizations were not invincible after all.

If he could force the elf army to give up its plan to attack the Dwarf Kingdom this time, it would not only help the Dwarf Kingdom resist the elf's devouring but also buy more time for the Wildlands.

Allen believed that in another hundred years, the Green Field Tribe and the Thorns Ring would definitely be stronger. Although it would certainly not be comparable to the Elf Empire, at least they would have a chance to confront them head-on.

“Perhaps, we shouldn't passively wait for the war between the elves and dwarves, but should adopt a more proactive attitude.”

The idea was easy enough, but putting it into practice was not that simple. The 300,000 Wildlands soldiers on the Coldwind Ridge front line looked intimidating in scale, but Allen didn't have high expectations for their actual combat effectiveness.

The only thing that made Allen feel somewhat comforted was that the soldiers of the Thorns Legion who had survived several battles had finally understood the cruelty of war and had finally grown.

Although the quality of the subsequent recruits was relatively poor and uneven, with this group of veterans leading them, after some training and polishing, they looked much stronger than the 100,000 Wildlands reinforcements.

“…”

Nicol didn't speak. He knew very well that fighting meant death, and the ogres in the Thorns Allied Forces were now positioned as heavy infantry assault teams. Although they had the best defensive equipment, they also bore the most dangerous breakthrough tasks. After a battle, many of the ogres would always be killed or injured.

Looking at the dark elves of Corlima, they had cleverly sent archers and rangers, two mid- to long-range shooting classes, to hide behind the army and support the battlefield, containing the enemy's rear reinforcements. After several major battles, they and the spellcaster teams suffered the fewest casualties.

Every ogre warrior in the tribe was a valuable resource, especially after a legendary seed finally appeared in the tribe, giving Nicol hope once again that he could lead the tribe to join the Mansha Alliance in his lifetime. This made the ogre chieftain cherish his current tribesmen even more, thinking of ways to strengthen his tribe.

If a war broke out, it would mean that the more than 5,000 warriors of the Wild Heart Tribe in this army would once again dance between blades, and no one could predict how many would survive.

Perhaps in the eyes of the large tribes, 5,000 people were just the newborns born naturally in their tribe in a few months, but in the Wild Heart Tribe, this was their newborn population for more than two years, and it would take more than ten years to cultivate them.

However, Nicol couldn't refute Allen's decision. For hundreds of years, the hobgoblin leader's decisions had rarely been wrong. Even if some decisions seemed unreasonable at the time, as time went by and things developed, they would always bring the Green Field and the Northern Border the rewards they deserved.

Just like the Thorns Allied Forces that he had strongly promoted and formed, it not only lifted the crisis of the elf invasion for the Northern Border but also won several glorious victories, allowing all the tribes to reap a large number of spoils of war.

The image that the hobgoblin leader had established for a long time had long been solidified in the minds of the members of the various tribes. Whether it was his individual, extremely strong combat power or his excellent management and decision-making skills, he was a perfect image in the minds of countless people. Even Fendi, Timm, and the other leaders had to admit that they were far behind him.

At least Nicol couldn't see how much benefit the Northern Border could gain from interfering in the war between the elves and dwarves. What he could see was the huge risk of angering the elves.

“By the way, how is your injury recovering?”

“It's almost recovered.”

Two strong men with considerable differences in status still maintained an equal friendship, which was something that many strong men in the Northern Border envied the ogre for.

If it weren't for the support of the Green Field Tribe behind them, the development of the Wild Heart Tribe would not have been so smooth in recent years. At least the Urok Tribe adjacent to them would definitely not have allowed them to grow to such an extent, thereby threatening the rule of their tribe's southern border.

The rise of any tribe means that the interests of the surrounding neighboring tribes will be threatened, and the radiation of power and influence will be suppressed.

And Nicol also understood the truth, so in the internal affairs of the Thorns Ring organization, their representatives always stood on the same front as the Green Field Tribe.

At the same time, most of the promising talents of the Wild Heart Tribe would go to the major academies in Green Lake Town for further study, learning advanced knowledge that their own tribe could not access, and also establishing good friendships with the future core talents of the Green Field Tribe early on.

With so many layers of relationships superimposed, the two tribes were not only close in the relationship between their leaders, but also most of the middle and high-level power holders in their tribes were familiar with each other and had long-term friendships, so in the eyes of outsiders, this relationship was almost equal to one body.