Green Monster Epic

The Ceres Fortress, which had been severely damaged by Allen and his forces, has now been completely renewed thanks to the attention of the Mansha Alliance and a centaur faction. The city's defenses are now stronger than when it was controlled by the Rose Duchy.

The construction of this fortress shows that the Wildlands and the centaurs are determined in their counterattack, and they don't seem to be willing to easily give up the benefits they've swallowed, otherwise, they wouldn't have rebuilt this almost completely废 fortress.

"I wonder if you've come this time to inquire about our battlefield losses on behalf of the alliance, or if you have other plans?"

Compared to the orcs and humans, who are roughly evenly matched, as humans focus their attention on the western border, the allied forces co-established by the Wildlands and the Temple Church are gradually finding it more difficult to fight against human armies. Now, the former royal capital of the human Rose Duchy on the front line has also been recaptured by humans.

Just as Allen went south, the Wildlands Allied Forces suffered another defeat. Although the loss of troops was only on the scale of 100,000, it still shook the confidence of the Wildlands tribes to continue supporting the counterattack.

Therefore, after the pleasantries were over, Centaur Commander Randolph asked this question.

"I'm not very clear about the alliance's attitude towards your front-line losses. I've come to the front line this time simply to prepare a special gift for my upcoming visits to the leaders of the Church of Nature, the Brotherhood of Beasts, and the Silent Forest."

Faced with Randolph's probing, Allen waved his hand, unwilling to get involved. His sphere of influence is now limited to the northern tribes. Although some tribes among the Wildlands members have begun to move frequently with the Green Field, these guys have mostly stopped since the conflict between Allen's celebration and the Temple Church surfaced thirty years ago.

As long as the interests of the Northern Territory are not greatly damaged, Allen doesn't want to get involved in the somewhat troublesome alliance relationship. After all, many tribes have some complaints about the few Northern Territory clans now investing less in the southern front.

As he spoke, Allen turned his gaze to the Temple powerhouse team with tranquil expressions, and his eyes met with those of Jeffrey, the head of the Silent Forest Church's mage group.

Allen smiled slightly, a mysterious smile that broke the calm expressions of Jeffrey and the other church powerhouses, adding a hint of hesitation to their eyes.

"By the way, I'm also planning to take a stroll around the Newens royal city front line later. I wonder if any of you would like to go??"

When Allen suddenly extended the invitation, the powerhouses present looked at each other and then turned their attention to the brains of Randolph, Jeffrey, and others.

"What? Is Lord Allen, who just showed his heroic demeanor in the Orc Empire, now preparing to come to our alliance's position to cheer on our warriors?"

Randolph was naturally happy. Having just experienced a defeat, the morale of the allied forces was a bit sluggish. They had originally planned to use what Allen had done in the Orc Empire as a model to promote to the army. Now that Allen personally appeared on the front line battlefield, the effect would naturally be even better.

"That's about right!!"

Allen said with a smile on his face and a relaxed tone: "Isn't it that the gifts prepared for those few are not in place yet? I'm thinking of scouring a bit more on our western front battlefield to avoid the gift being too light and being looked down upon!!"

"What gift?"

Randolph couldn't help but ask, following Allen's words.

"Our Wildlands can't come up with any other gifts. We can only try to get something from the humans!!"

As he spoke, Allen reached into the mouth of his dimensional bag. The ice jade box was originally used as a lunch box, but now he used it to hold a head. Although it was not appropriate, it was very suitable.

"It's just that this gift is a bit bloody. Do you think those few will dislike it??"

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Although more than a dozen Wildlands powerhouses had heard of Allen's deeds, they were still somewhat skeptical in their hearts. That was a Saint-level existence! To kill such an old fox, one had to be much stronger than the other party!!

Until now, Allen took out the pale-faced, unblinking human head, showed it to everyone present, and then threw it to Cole, who had been obediently following behind him.

"If this gift is seen by those Lords, I'm afraid they will laugh out loud, right??"

Randolph took a deep look at Allen. At this moment, he had a clear understanding of the importance that the one they, the centaur clan, served attached to this earth bear goblin, and he also couldn't help but sigh at the omniscience of the gods, who had already known this person's potential.

"Head of the Group Jeffrey, you're right?"

"Hehe, the Pope of my church is kind and cannot bear to see such a terrifying corpse."

Jeffrey gave a fake smile.

"It seems that Head of the Group Jeffrey still dislikes my gift being too light, so I came to the front line this time to try my luck and see if there are any human powerhouses here who dare to fight me again, so that I can gather a pair of arms or legs, a heart, and other gifts!!"

"What??"

"No way??"

"Clan Leader Allen, you must be joking, right?"

Not only was Randolph shocked by Allen's words, but even Jeffrey, who had a gloomy face, couldn't help but exclaim.

"You just fought fiercely with a Saint a few days ago, and now you want to challenge a human Saint again. Wouldn't that be a bit arrogant?"

Randolph couldn't help but remind him with concern.

"Don't worry, I, myself, never do things without certainty. Once I make a decision, then I am ready to bear everything and do my best to prepare for it!!"

Allen put away his smile, and then responded with great confidence and arrogance, but his eyes swept over Jeffrey from time to time, as if these words were still spoken to the other party.

"Then I'm relieved!!"

Randolph's hooves on his hind legs couldn't help but rub against the carpet under his feet. After thinking about it, he raised his head and laughed heartily: "But since we didn't have the chance to meet last time you challenged, then this time you invite a duel with humans on our front line, then we can't miss the great opportunity to see your demeanor, Lord!!"

"Why don't we accompany you, Lord, on a trip to the front line battlefield??"

"Okay, that's exactly what I want!!"

Allen replied frankly. Originally, his intention to launch another challenge was to show his strength.

With the speed of this group of powerhouses, the time to reach the Newens front line was only one day and night. What they saw along the way was also the same as the Pandar front line with the orcs. Bones were everywhere, randomly hidden on the mottled earth, and the fertile land had become a wilderness overgrown with weeds due to the war.

The once bustling and prosperous villages and towns were now empty and desolate, devoid of any sign of life. Only two or three stray dogs wandered in and out, and the encroaching vegetation had begun to grow wildly on the untended streets, flowerbeds, and even rooftops.

In contrast, the small and medium-sized wild animals had found an opportunity to thrive. As Allen and his group passed by, flocks of birds and herds of beasts scurried across the ground and soared through the sky, their incessant chirping and clamor causing unease in many hearts. However, Allen was largely unaffected.

Although he was casually responding to Randolph and the other accompanying powerhouses, Allen's divine consciousness was actually constantly adjusting his body's functions, preparing for another arduous battle.

"Kill!!!"

The Wildlands Legion, along with the centaurs, had amassed a force of 800,000 troops two hundred miles north of Newens City, creating a stalemate with the million-strong human legion. Just as Allen and his group arrived, both sides were dispatching small-scale units to engage in skirmishes within the buffer zone.

Although the scale of these skirmishes was not large, the deafening shouts of the soldiers and the clashing of weapons filled the air. The faint scent of blood would always activate the battle instincts within the Wildlands bloodline, causing both body and soul to rejoice.

However, the absence of any intense battles between the powerhouses from the human and Wildlands sides in the sky was somewhat disappointing to Allen.

Soon, the aura of Allen's group alerted the powerhouses guarding the front lines of the Wildlands Legion. Dozens of figures swiftly rose into the air, heading towards the direction of Allen's group.

"Marshal Randolph, what brings you here?"

The leader of the front-line powerhouses was a handsome half-elf, whose appearance was marred by a crooked and hideous scar on his left cheek, which, however, added a touch of masculine wildness to his demeanor.

The Church of Nature had deeply involved itself in the war to counterattack the human kingdoms, mainly because the Wildlands Alliance was composed of diverse members, and the military talents cultivated by the various tribes were uneven. Faced with the more systematic and well-trained human armies, the Church had to use their own military talents as the backbone to organize and coordinate the scattered and chaotic Wildlands forces.

Of course, this process inevitably involved the exchange of benefits between the Wildlands and the Church; otherwise, the Wildlands members would not have cooperated with the Church's actions. Although the Northern Territory, represented by Allen, had not actively participated in the war to conquer the humans in the south, it still reaped many of the benefits it deserved.

"We've come with Lord Allen to take a look at the front lines. Are we disturbing you?"

Randolph exchanged a few pleasantries with the half-elf, whose strength should also be at the demigod level, and introduced Allen to the half-elf: "This is Allen Wright, the chieftain of the Greenwild Tribe of the Northern Territory."

"This is Sir Nick Adams, the half-elf knight dispatched by the Church of Nature to the front lines, who is working with me to command the army."

"Nice to meet you."

Allen nodded, acknowledging the introduction.

For this campaign, the Church had brought out many hidden powerhouses, finally allowing the Wildlands tribal members to witness their foundation. While greatly shocked and awed, they couldn't help but become more wary of the Church.

"I know you, Lord Allen."

Upon hearing Allen's name, the half-elf knight Nick's eyes lit up, and he scrutinized Allen with a searching gaze, completely disregarding the difference in strength between them.

Allen frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable with the other party's gaze and attitude. He replied with a nonchalant syllable: "Oh."

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to come to the front lines for inspection without notifying us in advance?"

Nick had spent most of his life studying and growing in the Church of Nature's exclusive demiplane and rarely had the opportunity to experience and travel in the Feyman World. Therefore, he had a unique, superior mindset towards interpersonal relationships and the distinction between superiors and inferiors, which was characteristic of Church members.

This Saint was said to have a strained relationship with the Church of Nature. Therefore, after learning of the other party's identity, Nick became somewhat hostile. Even though their front-line battlefield had just learned of Allen's feat of killing a Saint, he was still fearless and impolite.

"What? Do I, as one of the leaders of the Wildlands Alliance, need your permission to inspect this front-line battlefield?"

When the other Wildlands powerhouses recognized Allen, their faces showed some excitement and admiration, as Allen had just displayed great power by slaughtering a human Saint. To the Wildlands natives, who worshiped the strong, Allen's actions were truly worthy of respect.

But now that Allen was being questioned by a demigod from the Church, the powerhouses present could not help but feel the other party's disrespect. One by one, their eyes revealed varying degrees of dissatisfaction.

Allen was also assertive. His relationship with the Church of Nature was already strained. Now that he had encountered such a reckless commander from the Church, he directly retorted.

"Your Church is only assisting my Wildlands army in its campaign. Now it seems that you have become the master of this army!"

"Believe it or not, I will now use my position as a permanent member of the Alliance Council to revoke your authority and seize command of this army?"

Unknowingly, Allen had accumulated the kind of authority that could only be cultivated by someone in a high position. He had always kept it hidden, but now that it suddenly erupted in front of everyone present, even Jeffrey, the Saint from the Silent Forest Church, could not help but feel somewhat overwhelmed, and his expression changed slightly.

Not to mention the half-elf knight in front of Allen, who had long been out of touch with the world and did not understand normal communication. Hearing Allen use his status to exert pressure, he was immediately somewhat flustered.

Faced with Allen's display of power, the Wildlands powerhouses were secretly delighted. They had long been dissatisfied with those military leaders from the Church who had been placed in the army. However, the Alliance had reached an agreement with the Church, forcing them to listen to the arrangements of these Church leaders.

"Lord Allen, please forgive him. Sir Nick was momentarily clumsy with his words and misspoke. I apologize to you on his behalf!"

Jeffrey, who had been silent along the way, interjected in time, breaking the current deadlock.

"However, we should also understand the feelings of the officers and soldiers on the front lines. We just fought a losing battle. Although it was said that it was due to the unfavorable command of the commander, it was actually because some leaders who did not understand military affairs were interfering, which ultimately revealed flaws that allowed the humans to succeed."

"Therefore, Nick is actually worried that we, who occupy high positions but are actually outsiders who know nothing about military affairs, will come and interfere with the layout and response of the front-line battlefield!"

Jeffrey's tone was gentle and polite, but the content of his words was clearly meaningful. After listening, Allen swept his gaze across the faces of the other Wildlands powerhouses, whose expressions had changed, and vaguely understood the meaning behind it.