Green Monster Epic

Chapter 287: Fierce Battle (Still 6000 words!)

“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”

The urgent alarm bells echoed over Green Lake Village. Countless goblin warriors poked their heads out from their homes on the mountainside. Some rushed directly down the mountain towards the walls, while more climbed to the top of the mountain to assemble and prepare.

These days, Green Lake Village had been tightly wound, both externally and internally, paying close attention to any disturbance in the surrounding area. The warriors below had also received instructions from their respective leaders and chieftains to be ready for battle at any time.

The demons arrived quickly. As their figures appeared on the western horizon, the sentry on duty at the village's northwest corner had already spotted them and promptly sounded the alarm.

The dozens of outsiders were being led into the village in an orderly fashion and settled in the northwest corner. Originally, the other villagers didn't want to bother with the lives of these lingering people, but Allen overruled the objections and allowed them to escape into the village in a disheveled state before the gate closed.

Allen put on a slightly oversized python scale armor again and walked out onto the second-floor balcony, solemnly watching the assembled warriors of the tribe below. Years of training had given the tribe's warriors some semblance of a military force. Following the training methods provided by Phillip, at least the goblin warriors could quickly find their ranks and form a somewhat orderly formation.

The goblin warriors in the field were mainly Earth Goblins and Bear Goblins, totaling roughly over 200. Counting the more than 100 Earth Goblins and Bear Goblins main force who were on the village's outer walls, ready to defend, there were more than 300 in total. The vast majority of them had crossed the threshold of a Level 7 warrior. This was thanks to the merit of several inheritance crystals, which allowed the tribe's warriors to have a more reasonable and standardized training method, improving their physical strength.

The remaining 100 or so were Low Goblin auxiliary warriors. Although Low Goblins were not the main combat race among goblins, and their talents were not suitable for becoming excellent warriors, their large population and willingness to endure hardship and persevere meant that many warriors had gradually broken through Level 6 over the years. As a supplement to the tribe's combat power, they were still adequate.

“De- Demons, they seem to be demons!!!”

A warrior rushed up the mountain, panting heavily, shouting from afar, which made Allen frown, very displeased.

At the same time, the tribe's warriors assembled in the open square were also clamoring, whispering to each other, with more or less surprise and apprehension in their eyes.

The word 'demon' was synonymous with evil, powerful, and cruel. It was also the source of all evil in the wilderness legends. Although the goblin race didn't have many inheritances, there were still many terrifying legends about demons. Hearing that the attacking enemy was actually a race that had only existed in legends, anyone would feel some panic.

“What's there to fear!!”

Allen stood on the balcony and shouted loudly, his eyes sweeping over the crowd with disdain. The goblin warriors below gradually stopped their noise, and their minds returned to calm.

As long as the tribesmen met Allen's calm and majestic eyes, the fear in their hearts seemed to disappear all at once, leaving only indifference and composure. With the presence of the powerful Chieftain Allen, the tribesmen up and down Green Field Tribe didn't feel there was anything to fear or worry about.

“They are just mere demons! The Green Field Tribe warriors I know are not cowards or good-for-nothings. The enemy hasn't even fought with real swords and guns, and you're already timid in your hearts!!”

“Don't forget, behind you are your families, your children, and our happy lives!! If our village is breached by these bastards, everything you have now will be taken by those sons of bitches outside, and you will have to return to the hard days of hunger and starvation. Are you willing to do that???”

“We're not willing!!!!”

“Then what are you waiting for!!! Grip your weapons tightly, open your eyes wide, gather all your strength, and follow me to kill these bastards!!!”

“If they want to break through our village, they must first step over my, Allen's, corpse!!!”

Allen had never thought that his eloquence would become so good. He never liked this kind of false and empty shouting, and preferred the straightforwardness of fighting at the slightest disagreement. However, when he saw the fear and apprehension in the eyes of the tribesmen, he knew that he needed to say something and do something to soothe their hearts.

Even Allen himself felt a little apprehensive. He didn't know how long his tribesmen could last when they really fought. In the past, when he was an ordinary Bear Goblin, he had often run away when things looked bad. Now, he didn't have much confidence that the tribesmen would still share life and death with the tribe when faced with a life-or-death crisis.

Standing on the balcony, Allen could already see the dense enemy ranks on the western horizon, numbering at least several hundred. In terms of quantity, the warriors were evenly matched, but as a race that only existed in legends, Allen didn't know the actual combat power of the opponent. But if they were really as terrifying as the legends said, then the hundreds of demons rushing towards them might be even stronger and more terrifying than his tribesmen.

Could he and his tribesmen withstand the attack of that legendary race?

When Allen's inexplicable gaze swept towards the mound under a weeping willow by Green Lake, his eyes regained their firmness and composure.

Yes, he definitely could!!

“Snakeskin, you take a hundred warriors to stay in the square, and the other team members, follow your respective leaders to defend the previously arranged areas. You must not let any enemy cross our walls!!”

“Do you have confidence!!”

“Yes!!!”

Allen's magnetic and powerful voice echoed in the square. The question was met with a sonorous and powerful, confident answer.

“Then what are you waiting for, kill those bastards!!!”

“Kill them!!!”

Moro, Pavao, Dasha and others led their team members down the mountain, while Allen stayed on the balcony to give Snakeskin a few more instructions.

“Your team will be the main force in our decisive battle. I want to see how strong these so-called demons really are!!”

“After I figure out their strength, I'll send you a signal!!”

“Understood!!”

Snakeskin took out a whetstone and carefully sharpened the pair of thin swords in his hands, the agitation in his eyes suppressed by him. Although what Snakeskin wanted to do more was to stand on the front line and fight the invading enemy to his heart's content, he also understood that it was not a good thing to recklessly press all the tribesmen up without knowing the enemy's depth.

In recent years, Snakeskin had presided over the overall situation several times when Allen was not in the village. Snakeskin had gradually learned to look at problems with a broader vision. Therefore, although Allen didn't explain much to him, he also knew what his task was at this time.

Allen carried the Bone Cleaver and rushed down the square, running towards the direction of the enemy's attack in the west. As the stabilizing force of the tribe, he had to show his powerful strength in the first fight and build up the confidence of the tribesmen in the first wave of attack.

Fortunately, over the years, when I and my clansmen tempered our bodies, we had become accustomed to using weapons to shape and forge raw stones commonly found in the wilderness to improve our proficiency with weapons and hone our skills. Then, the crushed stones and stone bricks that were hammered out were put to good use, becoming the material source for the increasing number of stone houses in the village and the 3-4 meter high stone wall outside the village.

This enabled the Green Lake Village clansmen to possess a reliable geographical advantage in the first instance. Coupled with some rudimentary siege equipment added over the years, it temporarily gave the goblin warriors stationed on the spacious and sturdy stone wall a bit more confidence.

The passageway on the stone wall was not very narrow, at least enough to accommodate a long spear to be freely extended. The empty spaces were piled with many round boulders the size of a two-armed embrace, and some places even had huge rolling logs weighing over a thousand pounds.

The village found coal, so it no longer needed logs as fuel. Therefore, the clan is not as worried about the source of wood as before.

On the outside of the wall, there were also many small gun holes, convenient for the short goblin warriors stationed in the hollow passageway underneath to stab outwards at enemies climbing up with long spears.

"Javelins ready!!!"

"Boulders ready!!!"

The javelins that the clansmen usually used were only made of ironwood and chinaberry wood, but now the javelins everyone was using had a sharp spearhead added to the tip, making them more lethal. These were originally prepared and placed in the village warehouse as spare items. The wilderness was not so extravagant as to use refined iron as consumable weapons.

It's just that this time the opponents were different. Allen and the others were not familiar with the strength of the demons. For the sake of prudence, they would rather waste some refined iron resources to inflict more damage on the enemy, which would be good.

On the ground, the figures of the demons gradually became clear. Each one, whether standing upright on two legs or on all fours like a beast, was covered with dark red bone, hide, and metal armor. Sharp bone spurs protruded from the exposed areas, and their mouths were full of sharp teeth. The ferocious faces, with a pair of snake-like vertical pupils as eyes, gave people a creepy feeling, befitting the aura of legendary creatures.

"Throw!!!"

Javelin throwing was a daily training subject for the goblins. The goblin race, which had almost no talent for ranged attacks, could only rely on mid-range attack methods such as javelins and slings to make up for their shortcomings. Of course, with the blessing of powerful strength, the power of these mid- to close-range attack methods was actually not bad, only the accuracy was a bit of a problem.

Javelins shot out and stones flew wildly, then smashed down on the demons' charging route like a rainstorm and waterfall. Most of the demons skillfully dodged them, but many Quasits, Barlguras, and Slaughter Demons were hit, rolled on the ground, and stood up again, continuing their charge.

The demons' hard skeletons firmly protected their vitals, and ordinary attacks could hardly break through this armor transformed from their own bone.

More javelins continued to shoot, and the closer they got to the stone wall of Green Lake Village, the greater the power and accuracy of the javelins in the goblins' hands. Finally, some demons were hit in the eye sockets, chests, and other vital parts, and fell to the ground one after another. For every such casualty, the confidence of the goblin warriors on the stone wall increased by one point.

It seems that these demons are not as terrifyingly powerful as the legends say!

Of course, the clansmen of the Green Field Tribe would not know that most of the demons in front of them were the lowest-level races in the Abyss, and their strength was only equivalent to that of unadvanced Feynman World warriors. As for the stronger Horned Demons, Vrocks, and Erinyes, they were equivalent to mid-level war professions in this world. Roughly calculated, there were at least 40 of them in this demon army, which was the Green Field Tribe's greatest enemy at present.

After ten years of cultivation, the Green Field Tribe finally had more than 30 advanced warriors, but after losing 7 advanced warriors, including A-Xiao, in the mine, the tribe now has only 26-7 advanced warriors. Such a scale of advanced warriors is naturally the undisputed strongest tribe in the vast Green Field Plain, but their strength is still slightly weaker in the face of this demon army from the Abyss.

The battle was in full swing, and Allen took the brunt of the first wave of fierce attacks.

Allen took the lead, leaping high and aiming at a Vrock soaring in mid-air, and slashed down fiercely with Bone Cleaver. The Vrock's claws were as hard as iron, and it was not afraid of Allen's heavy chop. Its flesh wings fluttered behind it, accelerating towards the prey in front of it, its eyes full of greed and madness.

"Die!!"

The two passed each other, Allen's Three-Wave Strike combat skill, coupled with his unparalleled power, regarded the Vrock's claws as nothing, not only cutting off the opponent's attacking claws, but also splitting the opponent's nearly two-meter-high torso in two from the left shoulder down. Two outstretched flesh wings each carried a piece of flesh and blood, swaying and falling from the sky, and a splash of blood mixed with intestines and stomachs fell from the sky, staining the passing breeze with a fishy, ​​sulfurous smell.

"Whoa!! The Chieftain is mighty!!"

"Whoa!!!!"

The goblin warriors cheered, and their eyes showed a bit more firmness.

Allen's momentum did not stop. When he landed, he crashed into a dozen Slaughter Demons and Barlguras charging on the ground. A clean and neat forward flip unloaded most of the impact while converting part of the potential energy into the power of his next move. The whole person turned into a whirlwind, and a Crazy Storm Sword technique directly rushed into the encirclement of this group of demons.

Countless pieces of flesh flew horizontally, and several low-level Barlguras and Slaughter Demons were lying dead on the ground. The rest dodged this blade storm, until a Horned Demon, with a powerful impact, seized the opportunity to block Bone Cleaver with a horn charge, which stopped Allen's killing wind.

The Crazy Storm Sword was blocked, and Allen, who was deeply surrounded, was not panicked. After retrieving Bone Cleaver, he quickly slashed out, and the heavy chop combat skill, honed over the years, was now performed lightly in his hands, but the heavy and huge power made the Horned Demon suffer a lot. Although the Horned Demon immediately used the Blood Rage combat skill to counterattack at the same time that Allen's Bone Cleaver slashed again, the terrifying power on the sword when the horn collided with Bone Cleaver immediately caused the Horned Demon to lose its balance, directly rolling back to the route it came from, and knocking away several low-level demons who could not dodge.

After Allen built up his power with a series of offensives, he was not proud or complacent. At the same time, Bone Cleaver did not hesitate to slash out a few Angry Qi Slashes to the left and right, clearing the surrounding enemies while quickly retreating and easily climbing back to the stone wall of the village.

At this time, Allen breathed a sigh of relief, supporting Bone Cleaver upside down on the stone wall passageway with both hands, his eyes coldly reviewing his previous battle results.

The Chieftain returned safely, reaping countless victories. There was nothing more uplifting to the fighting spirit of the goblin warriors than this. Following another burst of noisy cheers, the weapons and javelins in the hands of the hundreds of goblin warriors on the west stone wall became much more powerful.

In the wilderness, as a leader, he may usually act domineering in front of the clansmen, but when it comes to fighting and battling, a qualified leader naturally needs to stand up and be a heroic example for his subordinates. Obviously, in this regard, Allen is completely a qualified leader.

"He is a good opponent."

The berserker demon, Ferrol, who arrived late, had eyes full of fighting spirit and murmured a low comment.

As for the demons killed by Allen, Ferrol considered them insignificant, and he wouldn't feel sorry for any number of deaths or injuries. As long as he could test the strength of the leader of this tribe, Ferrol felt that the deaths and injuries of these fools were worthwhile.

"Is that the hobgoblin leader you mentioned?"

Ferrol looked back and casually asked Vicki, who had followed him.

"Yes."

Vicki nodded lightly, her eyes fixed on the unbelievably powerful hobgoblin in front of the stone wall. It seemed that her previous guess about the opponent's strength was correct. Without the strength of someone who had touched the path to legend, they wouldn't have such powerful means.

Having received Vicki's response, Ferrol didn't rush in headlessly. Instead, he watched indifferently as hundreds of his demons rushed one after another towards the wall, climbing and being driven back down by the other side, allowing these two sides to kill each other wantonly.

In any case, the flesh and blood altar was not picky. Whether it was the corpses of demons or the bodies of wilderness natives, they could all become the energy source of the altar. The more deaths, the more nutrients the altar would have, and the more demons would be able to come through the altar.

As long as this war ends and Ferrol and his people are the final victors.

On the not-too-low stone wall, after Allen's fierce display earlier, the fighting spirit of the goblin warriors was even stronger, and they fought fiercely with the invading demons. Soon, the stone wall passage and walls were covered with black and green blood, and underfoot were the corpses and remains left after the fighting. Below the stone wall, the corpses of demons covered the yellowish-brown Gobi ground, and the sparse green grass withered in the corrosive blood of the demons.

The outer stone wall of Green Lake Village was not simply piled up. In order to better utilize the combat power of the gnome warriors and give full play to their physical characteristics, Allen and the others specially designed a hollow structure in the stone wall to facilitate the gnomes' short stature to hide in it, and then use the pre-excavated holes to launch hidden attacks on any enemy who dared to climb up the wall.

Many low-level demons' corpses under the wall were the masterpieces of the gnome warriors. Even several mid-level demons were accidentally slightly injured by the snake-like刺击 of the gnomes. As long as the tactics were used reasonably, the gnomes could still have a fighting chance.

However, more difficult times were coming. As more than a dozen Vrocks who could glide at low altitude jumped onto the wall and gained a foothold, more and more demons began to climb over the wall and fought with the goblin warriors on the wall, and the goblin warriors gradually began to suffer casualties.

If it were the Green Field Tribe more than a decade ago, I am afraid that at the beginning of the battle, when they saw that the number of demon troops was far greater than their own warriors, the people of the Green Field Tribe would have already begun to collapse and flee, after all, these were the legendary demons!

But now it was different. The sense of tribal identity and belonging that Allen had painstakingly built up in the hearts of the tribe finally paid off at this moment. At first, when the goblins discovered that the enemy was the legendary demon, they felt a little apprehensive, but after Allen flaunted his way through the enemy's formation and retreated unscathed, it inspired the tribe's courage and fighting spirit to fight on.

When the two sides really fought, watching one low-level Bagura demon and Imp after another being chopped to the ground, the goblins' fear of legendary creatures finally disappeared, and after treating them as enemies like the wilderness kobolds, they didn't seem so scared and afraid anymore.

Allen was still fighting on the front line, slashing a Vrock flying at low altitude with a sword, forcing the opponent to retreat back into the sky in embarrassment, and then turned around and slashed again, colliding with the claws of a Chasme demon who wanted to grab him into his arms. A stinging pain came from his body, but it was the Chasme demon's own burning halo that burned Allen's skin.

This Chasme demon was the most difficult to deal with. With its four claws, it moved quickly, like a wild beast skilled at rock climbing. It soon stood on the high wall passage. Its powerful body and bone armor allowed it to only suffer superficial injuries even when facing the fierce attacks of low-level goblins; any mid-level goblin warrior who was grabbed and bound in its arms by its claws would soon lose his life under a burning擒抱战技 that used the special effects of the flame halo and the sharp teeth and claws in its mouth and limbs.

As for those low-level goblins, it didn't even bother to use combat skills. It could kill the enemies in front of it with its claws, teeth, and the special effects of the flame halo. Fortunately, there were not many Chasme demons, only 7-8, and they were blocked in the passage with difficulty and effort by Mauro, Pavao, and several other mid-level warriors, along with a group of low-level warriors.

"Be careful! !"

Pavao finally seized the opportunity and slammed down his heavy axe, cutting off half of the Chasme demon's head. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his eldest son, Bazel, suddenly shouted in horror. Before Pavao could react, Bazel rushed forward and kicked the Chasme demon off the stone wall with a big foot.

"Boom! !"

The Chasme demon's body turned into a fireball and burned fiercely under the high wall. If his son hadn't reacted in time, Pavao himself would have been the dead soul under this fireball.

Facing legendary creatures, the goblins still lacked a lot of common sense in combat. For example, when dealing with this Chasme demon, it was not just as simple as killing the opponent, but also to guard against the opponent's self-explosion before death.

More than half of the goblin warriors on the west wall were killed or injured. While Allen was bravely resisting the demons rushing up within a few meters around him, he did not forget his more important duty. Judging that the morale of the tribesmen on the defensive position had fallen into a trough and was about to collapse, Allen finally sent a signal to Flower Snake and the others on the hilltop.

More than a hundred fresh troops rushed down from the hilltop, and immediately drove all the demons on the high wall back.

However, the crazy demons had no intention of being timid or retreating. Although the first wave of attacks was suppressed, the second wave of attacks that followed, under the group attack of more than a dozen Vrocks, rushed towards the high wall of Green Lake Village again.

Vrocks are good cannon fodder in the abyss. Their mid-level combat strength, coupled with their talent for gliding briefly at low altitude, gave them a great advantage in the battle with the goblins of Green Lake Village.

Flower Snake replaced Allen and stood in the passage of the west wall, giving Allen the opportunity to recover his body to its best condition. Because, more than 100 yards away, in front of a heavily armed cavalry of 20 people, a strong demon more than 3 meters tall was looking at Green Lake Village provocatively.

The other party's eyes had never left Allen's body from the beginning, making Allen feel very uncomfortable.