Green Monster Epic

Chapter 274: The Aftermath of the Bonecrusher

One month after the oasis ruins were directly bombarded by fire meteors, losing their original appearance, a heavy stone brick shifted amidst the shattered remains. Suddenly, it flew up, and a figure emerged from within.

The balding Allen was in a sorry state, covered in burn scars. His once thick chest hair had once again suffered a misfortune. Although healing divine magic scrolls and potions helped control the injuries, the fur of the bear goblin was now completely gone, and even the eyebrows were not spared, making Allen look very comical.

After recuperating in the underground passage for a full ten days, Allen, relying on his strong resilience and the help of scrolls and potions, barely regained his mobility. However, with the retreat blocked, escaping required reopening the old path, which was quite difficult given Allen's physical condition at the time.

Fortunately, since acquiring the dimensional bag, Allen no longer worried about food and water during his usual adventures or long journeys. Moreover, this passage seemed to connect to the outside air from somewhere, so Allen didn't have to worry about starving or suffocating for the time being. He simply rested in the passage, treating it as a secluded retreat to summarize his experiences and lessons.

After his body recovered somewhat and he regained some strength, Allen couldn't bear the loneliness. He dragged his Bone Splitter, raised a torch scavenged from the three adventurers, and simply continued his adventure downwards. Having finally broken into this ruin and killed the Abyssal Thorns guarding it, Allen couldn't possibly return empty-handed. He couldn't just leave such a great ruin without searching for treasures!

Unfortunately, not much remained in this ruin. Besides the corpses and belongings left by previous adventurers, Allen only found a few boxes of jewelry and gold and silver in the deeper parts, along with a large number of rusty, corroded, and unusable ironware.

The gold and silver jewelry were naturally collected by Allen. As for the tens of thousands of pounds of decayed weapons, Allen really didn't care for them. However, looking at the empty state of his dimensional bag, Allen finally collected these things, like scraps.

As the excavation of the Aulore mine entered the right track, the weapon problem that plagued the Green Field Tribe has been greatly alleviated. It is only because of the insufficient number of blacksmith masters in the tribe that many tribesmen can only use weapons such as nail hammers and spears made by mold灌注. As for the excellent weapons made by the Manduli couple, they are still not popular, but compared to the past, there has been considerable progress.

At least, in terms of fine iron weapons, the Green Field Tribe is not lacking, and there has even been trade with the closer Ivan and Hammer Tribe, but the production has always been controlled very well, so that these tribes will not increase their strength greatly.

"Huff!! Ha!! Hiss!!!!"

Allen took a few deep breaths of fresh air, feeling the beauty of life. The underground space was too lonely. If Allen didn't have a strong heart, he might have gone crazy before he could break through this collapsed passage that was more than ten meters long.

Indulgence was only a matter of a few breaths. After his mood calmed down, Allen looked up and around, chose a direction, and sped towards the Green Oasis Valley. Just killing a Bonecrusher was not enough to completely dispel the anger that Allen had accumulated in his heart over the years. In the distant Green Field Plain, there was still a Bonecrusher tribe waiting for him to send someone to eradicate them, and only then would he truly avenge his hatred.

In the Tagan Desert, a figure was moving forward against the fierce wind, and the felt hat on his head that protected against sand and dust was suddenly blown away by the wind, revealing a dog's head. It was the missing Bonecrusher tribe leader - Night Bonecrusher.

Night didn't stay outside the ruins for long. Perhaps it was because of his deep emotional connection with the Bonecrusher, when the Bonecrusher died deep in the ruins, Night seemed to feel something in the dark. Tears couldn't stop flowing from his eyes, and his heart ached faintly at that moment.

At that moment, Night knew that the kind old man who had accompanied him to grow up, the old man who had protected the Bonecrusher tribe for a lifetime, had disappeared from the world.

From now on, no one would pat his head and tell him stories about the outside world; no one would hug him in his arms when he was lost, and comfort himself with berries and dried meat; and there would be no more majestic figure standing in front of everyone, sweeping away the enemies of their tribe with blood and fire.

Thinking of this, Night's tears couldn't stop flowing. It's not that a man doesn't easily shed tears, it's just that he hasn't reached the point of sadness. Although Night's expression was only desolate, who could know that his strong heart was now torn apart, and the pain was so painful that it made people scratch their lungs.

However, he must not cry out, must not!!

He still had the old man's entrustment on his shoulders. The tribesmen in the distance were the proof that the old man was alive, and also his continuation in the world. He must lead the Bonecrusher tribe to a better future, he must!!

Thinking of this, Night stroked his slightly moist eyes again. This damn sand would always sneak into his eyes, making his unpromising eyeballs sore.

Night didn't know what happened at the end of the underground. After sensing the death of the Bonecrusher, he took heavy steps and ran wildly towards the outside of the valley. Now, more than half a month has passed, and he can already see the rough gravel ground appearing, which is the Gobi desert at the junction of the desert and the wilderness.

Seeing the Gobi desert also means that he has walked out of the range of the Tagan Desert.

At noon ten days later, Night, covered in dust and with a gaunt and haggard face, appeared outside the Bonecrusher Village in the Torrent Bay where the Bonecrusher tribe was located.

"Chief, you are back, where is the elder?"

As soon as he entered the village, someone surrounded him to welcome Night, and curiously asked Night about the whereabouts of the Bonecrusher Elder who had gone out with him.

Night didn't answer. Only a few people knew the purpose of the Bonecrusher's trip. Now that the Bonecrusher was missing, Zul, who knew the reason, suddenly became solemn and condensed, and looked at Night with a bit more indignation.

Although the Bonecrusher had told Zul about his arrangements before leaving, how could Zul bear to let this kid Night return alone, but let the Bonecrusher old man lie dead in the wilderness!!

However, all these emotions were quickly restrained by Zul, and he turned around and began to order people to close the gate of the village.

"Are we really going to do it?"

In the wooden building where the Bonecrusher used to live, Night, Zul, Zusha and other 5-6 tribe leaders gathered together, looking at each other with heavy hearts, and then looked up at Night and asked.

"Didn't you say that you didn't see that green skin appear? Maybe he was really killed by our elder!"

Zusha was a newcomer in the village. At this time, after listening to Night's narration, thinking about the Bonecrusher's arrangement at the time, he couldn't help but say uneasily.

"Regardless of whether that green skin is dead or not, we have to act according to the elder's arrangement. There is no room for discussion on this matter!!"

Night said in a deep voice, and the power of the head of the clan gradually emerged, staring at Zusha's eyes to penetrate the other party's heart defense, making him dare not look at Night again.

"At night, according to the previous arrangement, prepare for the finishing touches!!"

That night, Shattered Bone Village was extremely lively. The Chieftain, Night, announced that the recent adventure had yielded great rewards, so he had returned ahead of the others to let the villagers celebrate. They would hold another feast to welcome the Elders when they returned in a few days.

The Chieftain rattled on, but the Shattered Bone villagers didn't understand much of it. However, one thing was very clear: tonight, everyone would gather for a feast, with plenty of food and dishes for all.

For the wastelanders, everything else was secondary, but food could always ignite joy in the villagers. As soon as Night said this, the entire village stirred. The females bustled around in the kitchen, helping to prepare the pre-arranged ingredients into a sumptuous meal, while the males cleared a space in the village, arranging tables and chairs for the evening's feast.

"A bunch of good-for-nothing gluttons!"

In the wooden building, Night and Zuer watched the lively scene below. Zuer still harbored resentment and vented it on the villagers.

"Forget it, let them be happy for once."

Night's eyes were filled with sorrow and grief, which he desperately tried to control, before saying softly.

The villagers remained oblivious, never imagining that a great disaster would soon befall their peaceful village. Their long-relied-upon pillar of strength, the Dragon Vein Sorcerer and one of the strongest individuals in the Greenwild Plains - Shattered Bone, had died in a distant, unfamiliar land a month ago.

"I hope everyone enjoys this meal. Tonight, there's plenty of food for everyone in the village, so dig in!"

Because of the burden in his heart, Night's mood wasn't high as he hosted the feast. He didn't even want to say much, and after uttering a few words in haste, he fled the gathering place as if escaping. With Night's departure, the villagers of Shattered Bone, gathered together, could no longer resist the temptation of the delicious food. They began to pick up their bowls and chopsticks, vying for the food on the tables and feasting heartily.

The clamor caused by the nearly two hundred villagers of Shattered Bone echoed far and wide in the vast village. However, no one noticed that Night, along with several leaders and a dozen strong warriors, were quietly hiding in Shattered Bone's house, their faces solemn and calm as they looked at each other without a word.

More than half an hour later, the village's clamor gradually subsided. The vast village became eerily quiet, as if all signs of life had vanished.

After waiting another half hour, the wooden door of Shattered Bone's house creaked open. Night, Zuer, and the others emerged, their faces somewhat sorrowful and heavy. When they arrived at the villagers' feasting place, a group of kobolds were sprawled haphazardly on the tables or simply lying on the ground, snoring loudly.

"Do it, give them a quick end!"

Night commanded in a hoarse voice, while also taking action himself. He stabbed the Serpent's Kiss into the chest of a kobold in a coma, who exhaled a long breath and lost his life without pain.

The others didn't idle either. Each of them used their weapons as gently as possible, aiming for the kobolds' vital points to minimize their suffering.

No one expected Night and his group to be so cruel. A carefully prepared dinner for the kobold villagers was actually their farewell meal. The dishes had been laced with the most potent hallucinogenic plant in the wilderness: the Mandrake flower. While not lethal, it was enough to make people sleep soundly through the night, and it was colorless and odorless in food, undetectable even by the kobolds' keen noses.

And so, two hundred kobolds were mercilessly slaughtered on the spot by Night and nearly twenty Shattered Bone warriors, one by one without resistance. A strong, bloody scent permeated Shattered Bone Village, even attracting keen-nosed predators from the wilderness, such as wild wolves and raging lions, which prowled around the village walls, ready to pounce.

After a long time, they neatly arranged the corpses of all the dead kobolds and, under the cover of night, added a moderate amount of firewood on top of them.

Night looked at the familiar village with reluctance, the torch in his hand wavering with hesitation. He still felt conflicted.

But when he recalled Shattered Bone grabbing his hand and solemnly instructing him, and the old man's desperate fight against the green-skinned leader, Night steeled himself, banished his unnecessary weakness, and with a wave of his hand, released the torch, which landed on Shattered Bone's two-story wooden building.

At the same time, Zuer, Zusha, and the other leaders and Shattered Bone warriors also threw the torches in their hands, igniting the firewood covering the corpses on the ground, as well as the surrounding village that once belonged to the Shattered Bone tribe.

The raging flames gradually rose, burning ever more fiercely, eventually turning half of the Greenwild Plains' sky crimson.

The scarlet light reached the Green Lake Village from afar, startling the temporary leader, Flower Snake, from his bed amidst the shouts of the night patrol. He quickly summoned a team of warriors to accompany him towards the direction of the fire, to see what had happened.

"Go!"

After igniting the entire village and watching the firewood on the corpses of the two hundred-plus kobolds gradually burn out, leaving behind at least their charred bones, Night finally issued the order, leading his group to quickly disappear into the eastern wilderness.

Three magical hours passed, and the burning Shattered Bone Village welcomed Flower Snake and his uninvited guests. Although they didn't know what had happened, Flower Snake looked at the raging fire with complex emotions, gazing at the scene of the Greenwild tribe's enemy of more than a decade. He couldn't quite put his finger on what he was feeling.

"Everyone be careful, see if there are any living kobolds outside the village!"

Flower Snake scolded the several excited faces in the team with a sullen expression, urging everyone to be alert.

With Alan gone, such a big change had suddenly occurred in the Shattered Bone tribe. Could it be that a ferocious enemy had appeared in the Greenwild Plains?

Various conjectures swirled in Flower Snake's mind, so he couldn't relax like the other tribesmen. Instead, he cautiously looked at the surrounding wilderness, illuminated by the raging fire.

By the time the fire in Shattered Bone Village had completely died down, the sky had fully brightened. The Greenwild warriors, who had searched all night without success, entered the ruins of the village, still radiating heat, led by Flower Snake.

The first thing that caught their eyes was the two hundred kobold corpses, arranged in a chaotic manner, in the village's open space.

The distinctive kobold head, with its characteristic dog-like snout, had not been completely charred in the fire. At least these guys were lucky enough to have a complete corpse left.

All the other buildings around them had been burned to ashes in the fire. Even the hard bedrock had deteriorated under the high temperature, crumbling into a pile of dust with a light tap.

"Heh heh heh, I didn't expect it. These kobolds just died like that. What a bargain for them!"

Black Head stared at the countless kobold corpses on the ground with hatred, saying mockingly and angrily.

"Forget it, they're all dead. We've avenged our grudges. Let's go back!"

Flower Snake shook his head, feeling empty inside. Over the years, hatred had been simmering in his heart. He had always hoped to settle the score with those dog-heads one day, using their flesh and blood to vent his years of anger and hatred. But he never expected that this revenge would be so dramatic, not even giving him a chance to act. The entire clan was wiped out silently.

After leaving the corpses scattered on the ground, they casually scavenged some usable weapons, pots, and other items. Then, with various expressions, Flower Snake and the others departed.

Far away, a figure under the cover of darkness watched everything. Only after Flower Snake and the others had left the original territory of the Shattered Bone tribe did the figure continue to use shadow energy to pursue them for a good distance before retreating.

The figure, now restoring its original appearance, was none other than Night, the chieftain of the Shattered Bone tribe who had ruthlessly ordered the massacre of the two hundred dog-heads. Now, he was hiding in the shadows of the ruined Shattered Bone village, watching countless birds and jackals tearing at the unattended corpses of the dog-heads, enjoying a rare feast, his eyes filled with a terrifying gloom.

This premeditated massacre had been decided long ago, when Shattered Bone left the tribe to seek adventure. Regardless of whether or not they could kill Alan in the end, the people of the Shattered Bone tribe who remained in the village were already abandoned pawns.

Over the past decade, the true elite forces of Shattered Bone had been secretly arranged by Night and Shattered Bone, transferred to the mountains more than 500 miles northeast along the Turbid Water Creek. In that new Shattered Bone tribe, there lived more than 400 elite backbones carefully selected by Shattered Bone and Night.

When Alan came to the Shattered Bone tribe before, he noticed that most of the dog-heads were middle-aged and elderly, with very few young and strong dog-heads. He was a little surprised at the time. He did not expect that Shattered Bone's methods would be so ruthless, sacrificing nearly two hundred tribesmen at once in order to hide it from the goblins.

When Shattered Bone proposed this plan, it was six years ago. At that time, the Green Field tribe was developing well, and five or six tribesmen had advanced in succession.

After receiving this news, Shattered Bone knew that even if his tribe tried its best to catch up, it would probably be difficult to keep pace with the Green Field tribe. Even if he could design to kill the green-skinned leader Alan, the remaining warriors of the Green Field tribe could still wipe out his decades of hard work like a destructive force.

It was with this clear understanding that Shattered Bone told Night his plan, after all, Night would have to carry out this plan personally in the future.

At that time, Night immediately jumped up and opposed the plan after hearing the whole thing. Their tribe had used all kinds of methods to develop the population over the years, and only then did they have the current situation. But now, the elder's plan would require almost all the middle-aged and elderly dog-heads in the tribe to die, how could Night not be shocked and angry?

Night even remembered that when he faced Shattered Bone at that time, he painfully suggested: Let him lead this group of tribesmen abandoned by Shattered Bone to have a life-and-death battle with the green-skins, at least so that the tribesmen could die more valuable deaths.

However, Shattered Bone asked coldly at the time: Look at these guys, how many of them will really accompany you to fight to the death?

A simple question directly shattered the trace of hope in Night's heart.

The fact was in front of them. No matter how secretive the means of transferring the backbone and the new generation in the village were, it was impossible to hide it from the ears of everyone in the village. Therefore, Shattered Bone and Night just found an excuse and a reason to temporarily block the mouths of the people in the village. In the short term, Shattered Bone and Night could use high-pressure methods to deter the tribesmen, but when the Green Field tribe really came to kill them, the people in the tribe would not fight to the death. Most of them would turn around and run into the wilderness when they saw that the situation was not good, or simply stick out their butts and surrender.

At that time, as long as someone revealed to the green-skins that the dog-heads of the Shattered Bone tribe had opened new villages in other places, then with the attitude of hatred that the green-skins had towards the Shattered Bone tribe over the years, they would probably not give up until they wiped out their tribe from the wilderness.

As for taking the remaining tribesmen to escape the Green Field Plain and disappear into the vast wilderness, not to mention other dangers, the food and supplies needed by these people could overwhelm the logistics of the tribe, not to mention that the green-skins would not let them go.

Therefore, whether it was secretly transferring elites to open up new villages in the tribe, or directly cutting off the Green Field tribe's hatred for the tribe, their Shattered Bone tribe needed to pay a heavy price to get away.

With this realization, Shattered Bone thought of making the best use of waste, sacrificing the lives of a small part of the tribe in exchange for the survival of more tribesmen and a new beginning.

As long as the plan was successful, when the green-skins saw the densely packed corpses of dog-heads in the village, they would probably think that the entire Shattered Bone tribe had encountered an unknown danger and was wiped out alive. Then, with this idea, they would probably no longer stubbornly think about finding the traces of the remaining tribesmen of Shattered Bone, and then exterminate them.

The reason why Night only charred the corpses of the tribesmen last night, but left a complete corpse, was because he was afraid that the green-skins who came to investigate the situation would not be able to clearly see that the main body of the corpses was dog-heads, and then think that the Shattered Bone tribe might be using other natives to fill the number.

Of course, there was another benefit to doing this, that was, the green-skins could not distinguish the ratio of adult dog-heads, middle-aged dog-heads, and elderly dog-heads among the corpses with charred faces.

Over the years, for the layout of today, Shattered Bone and Night have worked hard to control the number of people living in Shattered Bone Village, transferring more promising and developing tribesmen to the new village. Most of the tribesmen left in the village are foreign old and weak people who have joined the village in recent years, and some destructive elements who usually do not obey management.

Hiding in the dark and feeling sad for a long time, Night was unwilling to show his weak side in front of Zul and the others, and could only vent his emotions wantonly at this time.

He knew that the burden on his shoulders would become heavier and heavier from now on, and there would no longer be that old and hunched figure behind him to support a sky for him.

"Sooner or later, I, Night Shattered Bone, will definitely lead the tribesmen back to kill them, green-skins, you wait!!!"

After feeling sad, Night rekindled his fighting spirit, looking at the tragic scene in front of him with hatred, and made his heavy and firm oath to the deserted village ruins.

Don't ask me why I arranged it this way, anyway, I think if I were Shattered Bone, this ferocious and vicious dog-head, I would also sacrifice the lives and interests of a small part of the tribe for the future of the tribe.

The so-called brave man breaks his wrist, the gecko breaks its tail, the principle should be like this.