Green Monster Epic

Chapter 1108: The Legion Departs

The Tagan Desert, an endless expanse of golden yellow, desolate and scorching.

A band of adventurers, numbering over twenty, braved the rolling heat and the onslaught of wind and sand, resolutely advancing into the desert's heart.

“You're being way too cautious! We could clearly fly over this, but now we're stuck walking on foot, wasting time!!!”

Figglas, the dragon transformed into a male gnoll, plopped down on the ground, promptly removing his leather boots to reveal a pair of furry feet. He inverted the boots, shaking them downwards, a cascade of fine sand forming a line, merging into the earth of the same hue like a golden waterfall.

He was also destined for hard labor. Ever since establishing his lair in the Cato Mountains, he had often been lured by Allen's culinary delights, becoming his diligent henchman.

He had just accompanied Allen to explore the labyrinthine ruins, engaging in fierce battles. After returning, he had only slumbered for fifty years on the Nameless Snow Mountain before being conscripted by Allen again, forced to suffer in this desert. For a dragon with an inherently lazy disposition, this was indeed a source of grievance.

However, faced with Allen's fragrant, master-level dishes, Figglas couldn't resist the temptation and had to brace himself to accompany Allen on this journey.

Compared to the lengthy hibernation periods of other dragons, Figglas had changed too much. Other dragons spent at least eighty years of a hundred-year period slumbering to accumulate magic power, while Figglas only slept for half that time, spending the remaining days enjoying the beautiful and wonderful Feyman world.

However, his strength increased much faster than that of his peers of the same age. With more than two thousand years before his second Molting Calamity, Figglas had already touched the pinnacle of the demigod level. Perhaps he wouldn't need to go through the Molting Calamity at all. In the remaining two thousand years, he could break through the demigod level and reach the Saint stage.

When that time came, the second Molting Calamity would not only be less dangerous for him, but it would also allow his physical body and magic power, which had already reached the Saint level, to undergo a cleansing and refinement, directly reaching the peak of the Saint.

And all of this was thanks to Allen's powerful magical cuisine. Naturally, Figglas had to cling tightly to the thigh of the gnoll Saint.

Whoosh!!!

Allen shot the dragon a glare. He had heard similar complaints from the dragon since entering the desert and was already used to it.

Suddenly, a javelin appeared in his hand. He leaned back, gathering strength, and swiftly hurled it towards their left front. The javelin cut through the air with a whistling sound, like lightning, drawing a graceful arc in the sky before plunging into a dune ridge a kilometer away.

Boom!!!

Although it was just a casual throw, the destructive power it produced upon impact was no less than a 7th-level Evocation spell. A dozen-meter gap was blasted open in the ridge, and the corpses of a dozen snake-men, dragging long tails, were shattered and scattered, mixed with the golden sand, devoid of life.

Allen was using facts to respond to Figglas's complaints. In this unfamiliar desert, entangled with the stealthy snake-men natives, it was always better to be cautious. Especially since the few powerhouses, when using magic to fly in the sky, would be as conspicuous as bright stars in the night sky within the perception range of spellcasters with keen spiritual power or those above the Legendary rank.

The three Pillars, on the other hand, were able to endure hardship. They discussed various topics with Allen along the way, the most important being the wilderness reforms and their respective professional insights. They were not afraid of being overheard by these outsiders.

Of course, they also showed goodwill to the gnoll-shaped dragon. A dragon comparable to a Saint was inherently valuable to win over. If they could gain the friendship of this dragon, then in the future, if the tribe or middle-level members encountered any insurmountable difficulties, he would be an excellent fighter.

Although the image of dragons in legends has never been very good.

On the contrary, Eric, the human who had always been unassuming, was more indifferent and quiet than the troll demigod, except for occasionally talking with Allen. The three Pillars didn't seem to notice that this human powerhouse was also a demigod-level being. Although they had heard that this human powerhouse possessed powerful domain abilities, everyone was somewhat skeptical of this domain that didn't actually enhance combat power.

Not to mention Eric's human identity, which was now an unpopular race in the wilderness. The three Pillars subconsciously didn't want to have much to do with him.

The desert didn't seem to lack traces of life as much as imagined. In addition to the snake-men who were always hidden beneath the scorching sand, there were also various insects and beasts, and even various earth element creatures that appeared due to the gathering of earth elements. The various materials contained within them were all priceless.

The desert climate also seemed to be greatly affected by the opening of the Fort Fate passage. Although most areas were still arid, the annual rainfall had increased several times, increasing the number of precious oases in the desert.

Allen had set foot in this desert many times. In his memory, it was good to have one oasis within a hundred miles, but now, along the way, he had encountered forty or fifty sparsely distributed oases.

And with the existence of each oasis, there were traces of snake-men settlements. Although most settlements had small populations, only dozens or hundreds, the overall number of snake-men was clearly different from the information collected by the Green Field Tribe scouts.

A larger number of ethnic groups often meant more potential for legendary powerhouses. Based on the current observations, Allen had already begun to adjust his planned plan to make it more secure.

The deeper they went into the desert, the stronger the opponents they encountered. However, with several demigods present to hold the line, even the strongest opponents eventually became spoils of war in the bags of the team members.

When the time agreed upon by Allen and the high-level officials of Green Lake City arrived, after traversing a series of rolling sand dunes, a dark green canyon suddenly appeared before Allen and his group.

A pyramid-shaped structure made of piled bones protruded abruptly above the canyon, emitting a faint and subtle magical aura, completely isolating the golden desert from the canyon. Inside the canyon was a dense jungle, the treetops swaying in the wind, with artificial buildings looming, accompanied by the unique high-frequency vibrating hissing sounds of the snake-men rising and falling.

Allen's squad, located downwind, was now integrated with the golden desert. Under the effect of the Misty Step, the snake-men entering and exiting the canyon in the distance did not notice this group of ghosts, who were staring at them, these lambs to the slaughter, with icy killing intent.

“As I thought, the strength of this snake-man tribe exceeds the information collected by our tribe's scouts.”

Allen's expression was somewhat serious. Divine power transformed into an imperceptible form, eroding and infiltrating the ground, slowly approaching the distant canyon.

Although that canyon had a protective magic barrier that blocked most of the aura inside, it was still possible to roughly estimate the number of snake people in the canyon by observing the snake people going in and out, as well as estimating the internal area and buildings.

"It's just a few more ants, I don't know what you're worried about?"

Figglas lay sprawled out in the desert, propping his chin with one hand and picking at his snow-white teeth with a mithril toothpick in the other, savoring the delicious meal that Allen had personally cooked for them a day before.

The other three Pillars thought so too. Could the scale of this snake-person tribe be stronger than their own tribes?

Now that the most powerful experts in the wilderness were all here, Allen was being too cautious in the face of a mere indigenous snake-person's so-called holy land.

Allen did not respond to the doubts of his companions. Instead, he calmly turned around and led them away from the sand dune ridge, retreating about ten miles to find a hidden bottomland. Then, he began to direct the dozen or so Green Field spellcasters who were with the team to take action.

One by one, exquisite bronze plates were taken out from the dimensional storage equipment and pieced together to form a huge circular platform. At this moment, the magic patterns outlined by mithril, gold essence, and other precious magical materials were completely revealed. The mysterious magical aura had just begun to ripple when it was blocked by a temporary arcane lock barrier that had been set up in advance, preventing it from overflowing.

The cost of just this temporary arcane lock device to block the outflow of magical power was equivalent to a legendary piece of equipment. The Pillars and the dragon were still somewhat speechless about Allen making such a fuss, only feeling that this gnoll was burning money and wanted to splurge.

However, as the leader of this operation, Allen had unquestionable command and control over all arrangements. Anyway, it wasn't their own money being wasted, so everyone just watched the show and let Allen mess around.

As countless frozen corpses were dumped onto the flesh and blood altar, the circular disc pieced together from bronze slabs slowly rotated. A blood-red beam of light immediately burst out from the center of the altar, rising less than ten meters before being blocked by the arcane lock barrier above.

Outside the barrier, it was already shrouded in a snow-white fog, as if a pool of milk had solidified in this nameless sand dune basin.

This kind of scene was not uncommon in the desert, especially in the early morning when the sun rose and hot and cold air currents alternated. Such scenes would often appear in low-lying areas. Therefore, even if snake people passed by here now, they would not have much interest in exploring, let alone the fact that there was a gnoll legendary assassin lurking in the shadow plane outside this basin, ready to strangle any intelligent creature that dared to approach this place.

Outside Green Lake City, in the wilderness near the Mansa Mountains to the east, a military camp stood proudly on the horizon. The birds that usually played and soared in the sky were nowhere to be seen. Animal instinct told the creatures in this land that a strong killing intent permeated this military camp at this moment.

A beam of red light suddenly rose from within the military camp, and a subtle magical aura surged like a tide, rippling towards the surroundings, immediately arousing panic and escape among the various creatures living in the wilderness.

In front of the activated flesh and blood altar, an army dressed in jet-black one-piece armor stood solemnly on the wide and hard training ground in the military camp. Their strong and mighty bodies stood as straight as pine trees, quietly waiting for the order from the commander on the high platform in front of the training ground.

"Warriors of the Death Scythe Legion!!!"

"Today is an important day for our legion!!!"

"The tribe has supported everyone for more than ten years, creating sophisticated equipment and weapons for you, and helping you temper your bodies and combat skills, all for today!!!"

"The great chieftain has personally issued a mission that requires the service of our tribe's brave warriors, and this glorious mission has finally fallen on our Death Scythe Legion, only because our legion is one of the only three pure Green Field tribe legions in the Northern Coalition!!!"

"The commanders of the neighboring Frost Blade Wolf Fang and Blood Fire Lion legions are currently staring at us with jealous eyes. They wish they could replace us and go to the battlefield. Will you let them get their wish??"

"No!!!"

"I won't let them get their wish either. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is in front of everyone. I want to establish outstanding achievements on the battlefield and receive a personal commendation and promotion from my idol—the great chieftain Allen, and let the commanders of those two legions shine my shoes and lead my horse!!!"

"Do you want to follow me to get promoted and make a fortune, and bring glory to your family??"

"Yes!!!"

"That's right!!!"

"The true warriors of our Green Field tribe must use the blood of the enemy to sharpen the swords in their hands, and pave the broad road for our meritorious service with the corpses of the enemy!!!"

"For the long-term continuation of the tribe, for the healthy life of our families, kill!!!"

"Kill!!! Kill!!! Kill!!!"

The Death Scythe Legion Commander Terrence. Green Field's brief speech was comparable to a shaman's Bloodlust spell. It immediately aroused the bloodthirst and fighting spirit in the gnolls' bloodline, and they couldn't wait to draw their swords and kill the enemies of the tribe.

"Departure!!!"

The gnoll legion commander looked at the high-spirited warriors with satisfaction, raised his big hand, and pointed the heavy greatsword straight at the blood-red beam of light opposite the idol, bursting out a thunderous sound from his mouth.

Clang!! Clang!! Clang…

Teams of soldiers marched with vigorous steps, heading firmly towards the magic circle shrouded in the blood-red beam of light. When their strong figures passed through the beam of light, they immediately turned into nothingness, and when they raised their feet to step out, they had already appeared in the depths of the Tagan Desert, thousands of miles away.

The flesh and blood altar continued to operate, consuming a large amount of flesh and blood every minute. When this ten-thousand-strong army was about to pass through the altar to the battlefield, the legion commander Terrence tapped his foot on the granite ground on the high platform and quickly flew to a group of onlookers not far from the military camp.

"Elder Kour, City Lord, please listen to the sound of victory!!!"

Terrence raised his eyebrows, and while speaking, his provocative gaze turned to the several armored colleagues standing side by side with Kour, the leader.

"Um…"

Kour, a female gnoll demigod with snow-white hair and a much more mature face, replied weakly, her eyes yearningly glancing at the altar whose light was gradually dimming.

"Go ahead."

"Perform well in front of the teacher!!!"

"Never let everyone down!!!"

"I'm leaving!!!"

After bidding farewell to the Green Lake City officials who came to see him off, Terrence flew into the sky again and plunged into the blood-red beam of light that was about to disappear.