Green Monster Epic

“Congratulations, Your Excellency, obtaining this demiplane is like adding wings to the Green Field Clan.”

“The future of Green Field is immeasurable!!”

The legendary powerhouses from the Northern Territory clans who came to help had already returned. When Allen landed, they represented their respective clans and offered sincere blessings.

Allen smiled heartily and waved his hand, saying, “This demiplane does not only belong to my Green Field Clan, but also to all the clans of the Northern Territory!!”

“After my clan has figured out the information within the demiplane, we will open it to the Northern Territory clans at a suitable time. When that time comes, any talents your clans need can enter it to train!!”

Upon hearing this, although everyone had already reached a consensus, when it was truly spoken by Saint Allen, it was another kind of credible guarantee. After all, this Saint has never failed to deliver on his promises.

“Thank you for your care for my clan!!”

“Thank you…”

The dozen or so powerhouses expressed their heartfelt gratitude. The most excited among them were probably the representatives of the clans that joined later. They had not expected to be able to share such wonderful things only a few decades after joining the Thorns Ring team.

Allen was slightly complacent. The benefits sacrificed by the clans seemed large on the surface, but in reality, the timing of the maze demiplane's opening, the number of people each clan could enter, and so on, could all be decided with a single word from his clan, while the other clans only had the power to accept and not to object.

On the contrary, in order to obtain quotas to enter the demiplane, the clans had to share the daily maintenance of the magic lock and the demiplane's ecology, greatly reducing the pressure on the Green Field Clan, allowing them to invest more resources into other important matters.

After some pleasantries, Allen was about to announce the end of the ceremony when suddenly, in the sandbox of his sea of consciousness, at the northeastern border, a powerhouse's aura appeared and quickly flew towards their location.

Soon, many powerhouses also sensed the appearance of this powerhouse's aura. Everyone turned their gazes to Allen, awaiting his instructions.

Allen turned his gaze to Albard and Coer, who shook their heads slightly to indicate that they had not arranged it. Then, he began to speak, “The legions return to their respective garrisons.”

“If everyone has nothing else to do, come with me to welcome this powerhouse and see which force they belong to.”

“We will follow Your Excellency's arrangements!!”

The Tagan Desert is naturally not a forbidden area for the Green Field Clan. It is normal for a legendary powerhouse to pass by, but at this sensitive time, the other party should be able to sense the magical aura here. However, since they still appeared so ostentatiously, Allen would definitely not sit idly by if he encountered them.

A dozen powerhouses simultaneously surged the energy within their bodies, following Allen's movements and flying into the sky, whistling towards the direction where the legendary powerhouse was located.

As Allen's domain perception strengthened and closed in, the aura of the powerhouse gradually became clear. Although he still couldn't recall the other party's name, he remembered that the other party had appeared before him several times. At least, Allen could confirm that the other party was a powerhouse from his own camp.

After sensing more than a dozen powerhouses on their side, the other party's speed increased by several points, their target clearly heading straight for Allen's group. The two sides traveled towards each other for less than a magic hour before Allen could clearly see the legendary powerhouse, whose true appearance had already been projected onto the sandbox in his sea of consciousness.

“This half-elf is Fernan, a commander who joined the Corima Dark Elf Clan a hundred years ago. Now, as the deputy commander of the Unicorn Long-Range Archer Legion, he is stationed at the Coldwind Ridge front line on rotation.”

Noticing the puzzled expression on Allen's face, Albard whispered an introduction behind him.

“Oh!”

Allen understood. No wonder the other party's appearance seemed familiar in his memory. However, now, due to the Green Field Clan's improved education system, coupled with the blessing and assistance of magical cooking, the number of legendary powerhouses in the Northern Territory clans has also increased quite a bit. Therefore, apart from the powerhouses of his own clan, Allen's impression of the less important powerhouses of other clans was not deep.

“Your Excellency Allen, I finally caught up!!”

Far away, the half-elf legendary archer Fernan, after seeing Allen and the others' faces clearly, took the initiative to shout loudly.

“What matter is so urgent that it made you leave the front line, Commander Fernan?”

Allen had to be more polite to the powerhouses of other clans, otherwise, the other party's act of abandoning their post would inevitably be met with Allen's more severe questioning.

“Reporting to Your Excellency, there has been a major change in the war between the Elven Kingdom and the Dwarven Kingdom on the Taren Continent. I have come to report the latest urgent information!!”

Fernan flew closer. Allen and the others could clearly feel the other party's fatigue, obviously a sequela left by high-intensity flight. And the information that could make the front-line garrison commander personally come to report would naturally not be a trivial matter.

Fernan's gaze quickly swept across the faces of the powerhouses behind Allen, hesitating slightly before speaking. It wasn't until Allen noticed and said, “It doesn't matter, everyone here is a member of my Thorns Ring Clan. If the matter is really urgent, it would be good to have them quickly bring the information back to their respective clans.”

“Understood!!”

Seeing that Allen didn't mind, Fernan no longer hesitated and directly stated the important information: “Ten days ago, the Elven Kingdom used an elite force that infiltrated the inner depths of the Dwarven Kingdom to open the Crystal Gate, teleporting 100,000 elite troops to simultaneously attack the Anqinuo Iron Wall defense line in the northern part of the Dwarven Empire from both inside and outside.”

“The main force of the Dwarven Northern Line, after holding out in the main defense line for five days, finally could not hold on, and the defense line was breached!!”

“Two million Elven troops have fully penetrated into the northern hinterland of the Dwarven Kingdom, only a thousand miles away from the Dwarven Empire's capital, the Molten Steel Underground City, in the Frostwind Plateau area!!”

“The main force of the dwarves on the northern front was almost completely annihilated in this great battle. Only the remnants that fled south still retain some semblance of organization. It is said that the number of survivors does not exceed fifty thousand!!”

“Now, the Wind and Snow Plateau only has scattered fortresses and strongholds. The defensive line construction is probably not enough to withstand the full-scale offensive launched by the two million strong elven army from a high position. It's only a matter of time before they station troops in the Chagori Hills where the Molten Steel Underground City is located!!”

“The dwarven armies in the southern strongholds, such as Blood Fury Fortress, should be on their way back to defend now, but we believe they may not be able to keep up with the speed of the elven march…”

Allen quietly listened to Finan's report, the expression on his face gradually changing from calm and composed to stern and icy, enough to prove the heaviness and pessimism in the heart of the Bear Goblin Saint at this time.

For hundreds of years, the war between the dwarves and elves has been ongoing, presenting a state of normalized struggle. The elves, who are good at attacking, and the dwarves, who are good at defending, can be considered evenly matched.

Especially after the gray dwarves who migrated to the surface were re-recognized by the dwarven bloodline and accepted into the kingdom, they brought fresh ideological collisions to the stubborn and inflexible dwarven race, allowing them to have great changes in their war ideology, which in turn caused the initial passivity in the war to transform in the subsequent process.

Now, one of the actual power controllers of the military affairs department that governs the entire dwarven empire's army affairs is Guleit, a demigod-level powerhouse of gray dwarf origin, who relied on his own military exploits to be promoted to the highest military position of the dwarven race - Grand Marshal.

Although the corruption and passivity of the dwarven high-level officials have dragged down the war, the dwarven military can only hold on to the existing front line and cannot attack to regain the lost territory. However, judging from the low-intensity war situation in recent years, the arrogant elven army also finds the dwarven copper wall and iron wall-like defensive line extremely troublesome, and they dare not easily expand the war.

Allen originally thought that this situation would continue for a long time, at least allowing the Northern Territory to develop and grow a bit more, but he never thought that just when he was full of expectations for a bright future, the head-on blow of reality suddenly knocked him down from the sky to the mortal world.

The defeat of the dwarven kingdom's northern front army will inevitably become the horn for the elven army's general offensive against the dwarven kingdom's territory. Next, the war between the two major civilizations of the Taren Continent, which has been silent for a hundred years, will inevitably move towards a more tragic and bloody situation.

And in this process, the future and destiny of the tens of millions of wilderness natives in the Northern Territory will inevitably be affected.

“Anything else to add?”

“No, for the time being, we only have this information on hand, but I believe that the latest information from the front line today has already been sent to Nasir Fortress by a dedicated person.”

“Cole, go back to the desert and stop the retreating army, and lead them directly to the front line!!”

While listening to Finan's report, Allen's brain was running rapidly. After Finan stopped reporting, a series of instructions immediately entered the ears of everyone present, immediately injecting a weak confidence into the hearts of these strong men with depressed emotions.

“Everyone, hurry back and inform the leaders of your respective tribes of this information, and let them go to the Cold Wind Ridge front line to join me and discuss the next action plan for the Ring of Thorns.”

“Yes!!”

“Albard, you also hurry back to Green Lake City now, mobilize all the food and supplies of my tribe to send to the front line, and at the same time mobilize the merchant groups under my tribe to collect as many war materials as possible.”

“Also!! Transfer all the legions guarding the tribe to the Cold Wind Ridge front line, and prepare the tribe for a full-scale war mobilization!!”

“Chieftain, is it a little too early to make these preparations now??”

After listening to Allen's instructions, Albard hesitated slightly, expressing a different opinion.

“We have discussed this issue many times before, and I still have the consistent attitude: Although the war between the dwarves and elves seems to have nothing to do with our Northern Territory, without the dwarven kingdom, this powerful ally, restraining the main force of the elves, my Northern Territory will inevitably be a dish on the elven kingdom's plate!!”

“Therefore, as the Green Field Tribe, the leader of the Northern Territory, we must let our allies see our determination and will, dispel the fluke mentality in everyone's hearts, and prepare for war in advance!! Even if we may not necessarily participate in the war between the two powerful empires, the necessary posture shown is also a kind of explanation to the dwarven kingdom.”

Allen's words revealed an unwavering determination. Albard sighed secretly in his heart and then had no more doubts, only the determination to resolutely implement the will of Chieftain Allen: “Understood, I will go back to prepare now!!”

“Within half a month, the first batch of material supplies will set off, and I ask the chieftain to organize manpower to meet them along the way!!”

“Mm!!”

Allen nodded to express his inner emotions, and then turned to look at the surrounding strong men: “Everyone, hurry up and take action, friends, time is life!!!!”

“Yes!!”

A group of strong men did not dare to hesitate, giving a resounding response, and then one figure after another rose from the ground and quickly shot towards the southeast direction.

At the same time, Albard and Cole of the Green Field Tribe also left. Soon, only the half-elf Finan, who had just arrived here to join Allen and the others, remained by Allen's side.

“Can you still travel? Or would you like to rest and recuperate here?”

After watching Albard and the others leave, Allen turned back and looked at the tired Finan.

“I can still hold on, Your Excellency!!”

Finan's eyes were sharp and firm, and his tone was calm.

“Very good, then accompany me back to the front line to take a look!!”

After saying these words, the Bear Goblin also soared into the sky and shot towards the direction Finan had come from.