Green Monster Epic

Chapter 1111: The Legion's First Battle

Open Heaven!!!

A heavy sword, glowing with golden light, slashed fiercely at the white bone tower not far away. The majestic sword energy tore through space, rushing towards that magnificent structure along with the continuous and dangerous spatial rifts.

However, when the sword energy and spatial rifts reached a distance of one hundred meters from the tower, they stopped abruptly. A transparent arcane barrier firmly blocked these dangerous forces, preventing them from causing any harm to the tower or the creatures within.

Around the square white bone tower, there were also three Pillars of the Wildlands and several legendary powerhouses from Green Field attacking with all their might, but it was obviously impossible to break through this invisible barrier in a short period of time.

It was not until this time that the Green Field tribe's legion formation arrived from behind. Terence, the commander, seeing the danger of the powerhouses' battlefield, took a large detour and led the entire legion from another entrance into the canyon where countless Serpentfolk survivors still remained. This was their battlefield.

The collapse of the cliff was still continuing, but compared to the earth-shattering scene at the beginning, the situation was much better now. In addition, the area in the canyon was still relatively wide. Except for the area near the collapsing side being buried by rocks and sand, many settlements and buildings on the other side survived.

Countless Serpentfolk fled in confusion and terror from the land where they had lived for generations, hiding in relatively safe places, weeping and shivering with familiar and unfamiliar compatriots. Before their emotions could stabilize, the Serpentfolk leaders who had survived began to issue heartbreaking cries, organizing the compatriots who could still move and had combat power to pick up their weapons again, preparing to fight the invading enemies to the death.

Some obeyed, some were puzzled, and some Serpentfolk were already frightened out of their wits, unable to hear the earnest persuasion of their compatriots, and began to collect useful objects around them, preparing to retreat to a safer place, leaving this hellish canyon.

When the soldiers of the Green Field Legion set foot in this dangerous canyon, the scattered Serpentfolk tribes had not even been able to organize a team of more than ten thousand people, let alone build a defensive line to resist possible enemies.

Looking at the hellish scene in the canyon, the hobgoblin Terence had no emotional changes in his heart. The heavy sword dragging on the ground was raised above his head as his arm lifted, and a thunderous command was uttered from his mouth: "Follow me, kill!!!"

The Death Scythe Legion soldiers, still maintaining a complete wedge formation during the rapid march, received the order, and their movements became more swift and agile.

Puff!!

Puff puff!!!

Scattered Serpentfolk sitting paralyzed along the way, or injured and unable to move, were ruthlessly crushed by this iron cavalry. The cold blade ended their lives with a single blow, which was now a form of mercy.

Fortunately, the collapse of buildings and the obstruction of rocks in the canyon slowed down the Green Field Legion's soldiers while maintaining their formation, giving the Serpentfolk some reaction time. Under the huge threat, they finally united, and the first large-scale team of ten thousand people appeared in front of Terence and the others.

"Prepare!!!"

"Throw!!!"

Terence's high-pitched voice sounded, and javelins soared into the sky, forming a rapidly moving rain of death. After drawing an arc in the sky, they roared down, accurately piercing into the opposite hastily formed team, immediately reaping huge results.

"Ah~~~"

"Hiss~~~~"

Painful hissing resounded through the canyon. Before the Serpentfolk could react, the bodies of the goblin soldiers in front of them suddenly swelled, and the berserker legion, which had activated the Frenzy skill at the same time, was now extremely lethal.

Clang! Clang! Ping! Pang!!!

No one was a match for the soldiers of this legion. Even if there were elite warriors with very good skills in this Serpentfolk team, or well-coordinated squads, they could not pose any threat to this army that was like the crest of a tide.

A high-level peak Serpentfolk Sword Dancer twirled his double blades, creating a curtain of swords in front of him, while retreating and shifting his steps to unload the force from the heavy sword, blocking the heavy sword attacks from the front.

The seemingly flawless sword curtain blocked two or three consecutive heavy sword slashes. At the same time, his arms wielding the double blades became sore due to bearing the massive force of the heavy sword. A slight delay in his movements allowed a heavy sword to pierce through the flaws revealed in his double blades, forcing the Serpentfolk to clamp his arms and form an 'X' shape with his double swords to block the heavy sword. At this moment, another heavy sword slashed from the left. The Serpentfolk, with quick eyes and agile feet, swayed his serpent body in the loose sand, dodging the blow by a hair's breadth. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a heavy sword fell from the sky with a black shadow, splitting the Serpentfolk in half.

The splashing blood stained the armor of the surrounding goblin warriors red, but it could not infect their cold killing intent in the slightest. No one looked at the dead Serpentfolk again. Even his pair of magic long swords, which were obviously priceless, were like garbage, trampled into the sand by the heavy footsteps of the passing goblin warriors.

A Serpentfolk high-level strongman was particularly confident in his strength. The weight of the wide-bladed battle axe in his hand was heavier than the goblin heavy sword on the opposite side just by looking at its shape. He held it in both arms and danced it wildly, fiercely sweeping towards the goblin in front of him.

Clang! Clang!!

Although the goblin warrior who was the target activated the Frenzy skill, his strength was only at the intermediate level, and he was indeed inferior to his opponent in terms of strength. After the heavy sword blocked the battle axe attack, he was suppressed by the force and retreated a few steps. However, his companions reached out in time to help, and a sword slashed on the wide axe blade, and the two worked together to resist the opponent's offensive.

The Serpentfolk was slightly complacent in his heart, and was about to withdraw his axe and turn around to fight again, but unexpectedly, two more heavy slashes smashed on the axe body, and the heavy force forced the Serpentfolk to stagger and slide back.

Once he retreated, it was difficult for him to stand his ground again. Two or three heavy swords formed waves of attacks, either slashing or stabbing at his body. Even if the Serpentfolk had strong individual strength, he could not resist four, five, six, seven, or eight hands. Finally, he was exhausted and the battle axe he used as a shield was knocked away, and a heavy sword pierced through his chest.

A Serpentfolk assassin lurked in the shadow plane, transforming into a venomous snake to find a suitable prey. The mournful wails of his clan members constantly echoed in his ears, adding fuel to the fire of hatred burning in his heart, transforming him into an avenger crawling out of hell.

The lurking with patience finally paid off. The steel Great Wall revealed a flaw in the fierce battle, and a spellcaster wearing a robe and chanting spells intently, who was guarded at the core of the rear team, revealed his figure, leaving a space of one meter in radius unguarded and unprotected.

A cold light flashed in the Serpentfolk assassin's eyes, and Shadow Leap was immediately activated. His figure immediately teleported to the shadows behind the spellcaster through the shadow plane, and a pair of daggers stabbed directly at the opponent's neck and heart.

Ding!!

Ding!!!

Several lightning shields flashing with white light emerged from nothingness, blocking the Serpentfolk assassin's attack in time. The Serpentfolk let out a stern roar, and his arms vibrated, stabbing out more than a dozen swords in an instant, directly destroying the troublesome magic shield.

Clearing the obstacles in front of him, the Serpentfolk twisted his snake waist and coiled up, seizing the last chance to stab the poisoned daggers at the spellcaster who was close at hand.

Ding!!

Clang!!!

Unfortunately, the enemy did not give him this chance. The legion soldiers, who had indeed encountered some problems when they first entered the battlefield, discovered the enemy and immediately had the nearest soldier bump into him, pushing away the spellcaster companion and replacing him, using a heavy sword as a shield to directly block the two poisoned daggers.

Whoosh whoosh!!

Whoosh!!

Heavy swords fell from all directions at the same time, sealing off the assassin's maneuvering space, and a magic device on the spellcaster's body flashed, and a gray-white ray shot directly at the assassin not far away.

The Serpentfolk wanted to retreat after failing in one strike, and his movement turned into a ghost, maneuvering outward in the narrow space. Seeing that he could not escape, he prepared to activate Shadow Leap again to retreat.

Puff!

The gray-white ray hit the Serpentfolk's tail before the Serpentfolk's Shadow Leap was completed. The body that had already entered the shadow plane was suddenly ejected, and before the Serpentfolk could react, several heavy swords chopped him into eight pieces.

The corpses and spoils were scattered on the ground, and then submerged by countless heavy and powerful thighs, turning into another fertilizer in this canyon.

In the midst of the fierce battle, in addition to the berserker legion mixed with a small number of spellcasters and knights—the Death Scythe soldiers still maintained high mobility. If the legion's wedge-shaped division led by Terence could not be stopped, then the speed of this legion could not be slowed down.

When the soldiers fighting fiercely in the front row were about to enter a weak state as the Frenzy skill approached its end, or someone was injured or exhausted, the rear row would have comrades step forward in time to allow their teammates to retreat to the rear for a short adjustment, while they would quickly activate Frenzy and charge forward to clear all obstacles.

The knights sitting in the center maintained the domain power covering the surrounding tens of meters, and connected most of the berserkers in the entire legion together with the knight colleagues in other positions. The huge energy flowed in the legion with them as the hub, providing a steady stream of energy for the strong burst of the vanguard, and also helping them to share the damage suffered in the battle.

The spellcaster team further back constantly cast various enhancement spells, and there were also rays of green and milky white healing divine magic falling on the team members who had just retreated from the front, accelerating the healing of their injuries and the recovery of their strength.

The entire legion was like a precise machine with interlocking gears, constantly advancing in the narrow canyon area, ruthlessly slaughtering any Serpentfolk survivors who dared to appear in front of them: whether they were the elderly, women, and children, or a powerful legend…

The Death Scythe Legion soldiers, numbering just over ten thousand, interspersed from the middle of the canyon to the depths, until they killed their way out from the other end of the canyon. The tens of thousands of Serpentfolk survivors along the way were like chickens and dogs in front of them, either becoming souls under their swords, or crying and losing their fighting spirit and courage, fleeing for their lives towards the depths of the desert.

"Everyone!!!"

"Turn around!!! Kill back!!!"

Terence was covered in blood, the dried blood stains echoed the fresh blood, like a god of slaughter, and he issued the command again coldly.