Green Monster Epic

The Thorns coalition possessed an absolute numerical advantage, but when faced with the offensive of only a little over a hundred thousand elven troops, they became passive defenders, struggling to maintain their positions. Albad, who was high above, overseeing the battle and constantly issuing commands to lead the army, couldn't help but feel somewhat powerless.

He had racked his brains just to barely stabilize the situation, but as time passed, the elven army broke through their lines one after another. Such a stalemate and slaughter would inevitably develop in a direction unfavorable to the Thorns coalition.

These were not true regular troops. Even though the wildland warriors themselves were brave and indifferent to life and death, when the casualties among their comrades on the battlefield reached a certain level, and the situation underwent subtle changes, they would always keenly perceive it, triggering a domino effect.

Fortunately, above the coalition's battlefield, the chief suddenly appeared, displaying his heroic figure and helping to relieve the siege. His towering image single-handedly killed several elven powerhouses who were surrounding him, leaving them with no power to resist. This also injected a stimulant into the army, reigniting their flagging morale.

The nature of respecting the strong led the wildland warriors to regard the seemingly unimpressive hobgoblin leader above them as a belief in their hearts. As long as Chief Alan continued to fight so powerfully and valiantly, the wildland warriors below would have fewer selfish thoughts of trying to survive.

With such a powerful, god-like leader leading them in battle, how could they, the wildland warriors, betray their leader and flee the battlefield?

Of course, Chief Alan did not disappoint the wildland warriors' reliance on him as a battle faith. At this moment, his majestic and heroic figure, which stirred the heavens and earth with a wave of his hand, slaughtered wantonly among the elven army. This not only greatly reduced the pressure on the Thorns coalition but also further inspired the vigorous fighting spirit of the Thorns coalition warriors, adding a surge of power to their bodies and making their movements with weapons even more ferocious.

"Order!!"

"Blow the attack horn!! Full army charge!!"

Albad knew the subtle changes in the army. Under the amplification technique, his vigorous voice clearly floated to the ears of the orderlies in the rear.

Wuwu!!

A team of horn blowers, holding up deer antler horns, puffed out their cheeks and vigorously blew the familiar and melodious horn sound.

"Kill!!"

"Kill!"

The officers in each legion stood out and shouted, leading their respective warriors to break through, and the rolling colorful tide finally overwhelmed the elven phalanx, which was as solid as a rock in front of them, for the first time.

In the sky above the distant fortress, elven commander Mario's eyes shone with cold light, his face cold and ruthless.

Seeing that the excellent situation that was about to form ultimately had ripples because of one person, anyone in Mario's position would probably find it difficult to accept.

However, looking at the hobgoblin figure in the distance, like a god of slaughter, wantonly wreaking havoc amidst the encirclement of several elven powerhouses and elites, with no one able to hinder its actions, Mario's boundless anger subsided, and even the gaze cast at that figure faintly gave rise to a bit of envy and admiration.

The battlefield between the elves and the wildland warriors was now a scene of devastation. The earth was completely torn apart, with almost no intact terrain. Until now, the entire earth was still constantly trembling, with a hundred-meter-high earth mountain rising from time to time, and then quickly being erased from the earth by the next attack of the hobgoblin saint, adding a huge depression or a deep canyon to the ground.

Such a majestic image, even if Mario knew that the other party was a powerful enemy of the elves, he would find it difficult, or rather, he should say he did not dare to harbor any killing intent towards him. At this time, that figure itself was no longer as simple as a powerhouse or a leader. In the hearts of the powerhouses and warriors on the battlefield, he was almost equated with the gods high above in the endless starry sky.

If it weren't for the existence of this hobgoblin saint, the seemingly large rabble of wildland warriors would probably have been defeated by the brave elven legion warriors.

But reality has no ifs. With such a saintly figure as a variable, and the group of powerhouses led by Her Excellency Alicia unable to provide too much restraint, the elves would ultimately suffer if they continued to entangle like this.

Although the wildland army was weak and did not have many commander-level powerhouses, they could not withstand their current frenzy as if they had been injected with chicken blood. The gap in their military literacy was narrowed, and with the advantage in numbers, they finally truly achieved a head-on confrontation with the elven legion.

The dwarf legion on the other side also exerted their strength in time, beginning to push back the line of the hundred thousand or so elven legions that were restraining them. At the same time, they also separated a portion of their forces to go to the battlefield to support the wildland army. At this time, they had already joined forces with the wildland heavy infantry legion. Although their cooperation was not skilled, the effect produced by their cooperation was more than the sum of one plus one.

"Order, the entire army executes the second plan!"

"The spellcaster team can prepare their spells and divine spells!"

After some weighing, Mario gritted his teeth and decisively made a desperate move.

As the elven side's horn sounded, the elven legion soldiers fighting on the front line once again boosted their morale, launching an even more fierce attack on the enemies in front of them.

The wildland and dwarf army front-line soldiers were in a temporary panic. With countless comrades killed and injured, they had no choice but to temporarily retreat. Just as the legion commanders painstakingly stabilized their positions and led their warriors to launch a counterattack, a colorful light roared down above their heads.

Although the wildland and dwarf grand spellcasters responded in time and blocked many of the magic spells fired by the elven side, a considerable number of magic spells still landed on the front-line battlefield where the two sides were fighting.

Orange-red fire waves, randomly growing ground thorns, and crystal-clear ice and snow sharp arrows spread on the front-line battlefield of the wildland and dwarf armies. Countless soldiers silently fell, and the front line became empty for a time. When the comrades in the rear re-supported and continued to charge forward across the smoke and mist, they did not expect the fierce fighting they had envisioned to appear.

After the smoke and mist dissipated, the elven legion, which had been fighting with the dwarfs and Thorns coalition for nearly a day, orderly bypassed their rear fortresses in this short gap in the battle and quickly retreated to the unblocked northwest direction.

Dwarf General Graybeard and Thorns coalition commander Albad were both a little stunned for a moment. It was clear that neither of their soldiers was in an advantageous position at this time, especially the Thorns coalition, which could be said to have been at a disadvantage all along. At this time, the change in the situation of offense and defense was too fast and too urgent, leaving people with no psychological preparation.

But this did not hinder their next actions. After the two legendary commanders exchanged glances in the distance, they almost issued the next order in unison.

"Pursue!!"

"Charge!!"