Green Monster Epic

Ferrol finally couldn't bear it any longer. The opponent's formidable strength didn't disappoint him; instead, the scent of blood in the arena excited him even more.

His legs stomped hard on the ground, propelling him over ten meters into the air. Landing, he was only fifty meters or so from Green Lake Village. His heavy body, dragging a slender tail, crashed onto the ground, causing it to tremble. The massive sound accompanied a cloud of dust. When the dust settled, Ferrol's dark red,狰狞 face was revealed, and he had already drawn the giant sword forged from abyssal iron in his hand, pointing it directly at Allen, who was observing the scene from the passage.

"Ogre Bear, dare to come out of the village and fight me??"

The somewhat awkward common tongue, spoken from the mouth of a terrifying and powerful abyssal demon, stirred a strong fighting spirit in Allen.

Judging from the opponent's lack of aerial ability and the imposing aura that directly suppressed the mind, Allen believed that the opponent was not a legendary powerhouse. As long as it wasn't a legend, Allen was confident that he could fight him. Even if he couldn't win, he could certainly protect himself.

Of course, Allen's deeper concern was the opponent's tall, giant-like stature and the heavy weapon in his hand, which was no lighter than his own Bone Cleaver. Just standing there, he exuded a sense of oppression like a humanoid beast.

The village's stone walls were undoubtedly strong, showing no signs of cracking so far. This allowed the goblin warriors to rely on this advantageous terrain, providing both psychological comfort and practical benefits in combat.

What Allen feared most was not anything else, but the possibility of his people scattering like birds and beasts again if they saw the situation was unfavorable. Once the morale of the clan dissipated, it would be almost impossible to revive their fighting spirit.

And the seemingly sturdy wall in front of him was the most important factor in stabilizing the hearts of the villagers. Allen would not allow anyone to threaten it.

Looking at the giant-like, powerful demon in front, if he also joined the attack on the village, the seemingly sturdy stone wall might not be able to withstand his giant sword, which was like a siege hammer, for long.

"Good!!!!!"

Allen stood in the passage, took a deep breath, and responded loudly.

Then, Allen cleaved a Slaughter Demon that didn't know any better with his sword and jumped directly from the high wall. His large foot landed squarely on the head of a demon that had just fallen from the wall and was struggling to climb up. Allen didn't use much force; he simply shook his ankle slightly, and the vertical pupils in the demon's eye sockets burst open, followed by a flow of pale white brain matter.

Bone Cleaver was dragged on the ground by Allen, and the demons in front all made way, not daring to block between the two leaders.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Allen moved first, dragging Bone Cleaver and launching a charge towards Ferrol.

"Hahaha!!"

Ferrol was not angry but delighted. The opponent's decisive and resolute attitude was what he admired most. He swung the giant sword in his hand directly, smashing it towards Allen's path like a collapsing mountain.

In the nick of time, Allen made a sharp turn, leaving a phantom image as he bypassed the giant sword's slash. The violent tremors on the ground didn't make him lose his balance; instead, the strong shockwave became Allen's aid, allowing him to rush towards the opponent's left side faster.

With a drag and a pull of Bone Cleaver, a heavy slash struck towards the opponent's left thigh, but it was met by the opponent's foot kicking back. The sharp claws on the foot made a muffled impact with Bone Cleaver, and Allen took two steps back to steady himself, while the opponent only swayed slightly.

The first test between the two sides gave Allen more confidence. At least in terms of strength, the gap between them was not large. Although the opponent looked much taller and stronger, he didn't actually suffer any losses in the actual contest of strength.

With this confidence, Allen became more relaxed, maximizing his speed and engaging in cautious combat with the opponent again at close quarters.

Sword light danced, and no one dared to disturb the two in front. Amidst the flying sand and rocks, Allen repeatedly struck Bone Cleaver against the opponent's bone armor, knocking off a lot of bone fragments, which made the opponent very uncomfortable. On the other hand, the opponent's attacks were extremely fierce, but it was difficult to lock onto Allen's figure, let alone cause damage to Allen's body.

"Hey!!"

Ferrol felt stifled for a long time. After exhaling a long breath, his whole body was suddenly enveloped in a layer of gray-white abyssal power. Then, a strong stench assaulted him, and Allen, who accidentally inhaled a mouthful, immediately felt a darkness before his eyes and almost fainted.

Allen quickly spread out his steps, first withdrawing from the opponent's stench-covered range, and took a few deep breaths of fresh air before the suffocating feeling in his lungs eased a lot. Ferrol seized this opportunity and smashed a sword directly over. When Allen somersaulted to dodge this blow, the opponent once again changed his move with a sweep, blocking all of Allen's retreating directions.

"Clang!!!!"

On the ground, Allen's legs dragged out two deep marks. The two heavy swords collided for the first time, making a crisp sound and a series of sparks. However, in the end, Ferrol's heavy and mighty sword was still blocked by Allen, and both sides' tiger's mouths were faintly numb. A wave of air surged and scattered around, which was enough to see the power of the two's blow.

Allen turned back and retracted his sword, and just as he was about to get close to the opponent again, Ferrol's left hand grabbed directly towards his head, and the dark claws faintly emitted a ghostly light. Allen was forced to jump back, dodging the opponent's claw, and at the same time, Ferrol's right hand was already dragging the giant sword and smashing it down again.

"Hmph!!"

With no use in dodging, Allen simply stopped dodging. His legs were slightly bent like a bow, and his wrists exerted force at the same time, cooperating with the muscle movements between his waist, abdomen, and arms. The anger in his body suddenly erupted, and the air around Allen seemed to be directly scorched, and the light became distorted around him.

Threefold Wave, Allen's own unique move that he had been practicing hard and constantly improving. At this time, used in the hands of Allen, who was at the peak of level 14, he aimed at the heavy sword swung down by Ferrol on the opposite side, and lifted it diagonally upwards, while both legs rotated at the same time to assist in exerting force.

"Clang!!"

"Boom!!"

The ground where Allen was located, as if hit hard, directly shattered with Allen as the center, and the ground also sank several feet down.

Allen only felt a stuffiness in his chest, as if something was blocking his lungs, and his arms were also numb. The opponent's Ferrol's giant sword, which was more than 3 meters long, swept directly across, dragging the opponent's body back several steps before barely regaining his footing.

Allen no longer hesitated, and his anger directly stabbed his heart. Along with the violent beating of his heart, a huge amount of anger and power returned to Allen's body, and the Berserk special skill was activated at this time, which also meant that Allen's next attack would be even more fierce.

"Happy!!"

Ferrol felt comfortable all over. The pressure brought by this powerful opponent not only did not make him feel any discomfort, but instead added a stronger, more crazy and excited expression to his pair of golden vertical pupils. Just as Ferrol was about to launch another offensive, his eyes swept towards the direction where Allen was standing before, and he was stunned to find that Allen's figure had long since disappeared.

"Not good!!"

Ferrol was shocked, and without thinking, he blocked the giant sword dragged on the ground in front of him, and the fierce impact immediately forced Ferrol to take two steps back again.

In the arena, Allen's figure reappeared on Ferrol's left side, and Bone Cleaver slashed mercilessly towards Ferrol's waist and abdomen. The stench halo at this time seemed to have no effect on Allen at all, and it was even more impossible to delay Allen's killing.

"Bang!!"

"Tear!!"

The armor formed by the bone spurs between Ferrol's waist and abdomen shattered into pieces, and a foul-smelling bloodstain flowed out from the wound. Under this stimulation, Ferrol roared to the sky, and after that, he no longer retained the power of the abyss, and blessed it on the giant sword in his hand. The whole person suddenly spun up, covering the entire area within a radius of 6-7 meters under his attack moves.

Allen was not surprised in the face of chaos. At this time, he was like an emotionless fighting machine, dodging sword winds one after another between the slightest gaps, and shuttling between the gaps in the opponent's attack moves.

The pair of metal arm guards that he had picked up during the Misty Forest trip more than ten years ago had already been identified by Master Firok. This was a pair of magic items made of cold iron called Ice Heart Arm Guards, which were carved with two 2nd-order spell Mechanical Mind spell models, allowing Allen to use the Mechanical Mind spell twice a day.

Under the influence of Mechanical Mind, all of Allen's unnecessary emotions were suppressed, and each selected attack was the best solution judged and selected by Allen's brain.

Once again approaching the opponent's body, Allen held his breath, so that the stench emitted by the opponent's body could no longer affect him. At the same time, Allen seized an opening from the opponent's crotch and rolled over, and then stabbed back with a sword, almost exploding the opponent's chrysanthemum. When Ferrol felt the threat and noticed the ice-coldness in his lower body, he jumped up without thinking, just dodging Allen's chrysanthemum explosion.

The attack failed. Taking advantage of the opponent's opportunity in the half-suspended state at this time, Bone Cleaver in Allen's hand emitted a ray of light, and a powerful Rage Slash was directly swung out, slashing towards Ferrol in the air. Ferrol withdrew his sword, and the giant sword and Rage Slash collided in the air, and Ferrol's body was also temporarily slowed down by this blow.

Rage Slash came out again, crisscrossing into a cross shape and shooting towards Ferrol in the air. Then, Allen shook his legs hard on the ground, and his whole body shot towards Ferrol like a cannonball, following closely behind the two Rage Slashes, placing Bone Cleaver in front of him.

"Shua Shua~~"

Before the air vibration of the Rage Slash being broken had dissipated, Allen's Threefold Wave sword slash directly smashed in front of Ferrol, who was unable to borrow strength in mid-air.

"Boom!! Puff puff~ Puff puff puff~~"

Ferrol was like a ball, smashed to the ground by Allen, and then rolled countless times, until the giant sword in his hand was inserted hard into the ground, dragging out a deep sword mark before stopping the rolling state.

In the distance, Vicki's cavalry team was eager to move. The human cavalry leader wanted to relieve Ferrol, but Vicki, who knew the demon's character well, shook her head coldly and suppressed the cavalry's movements. At this time, going to help Ferrol would not only not be appreciated by the Berserker, but might even treat the cavalry as enemies, venting his anger at this time.

Above the high wall, the bloody degree was far more intense than the fight between Allen and Ferrol. A battle of hundreds of people against nearly a thousand people was probably a rare scene for the Green Field tribe in the past hundred years.

As the only high-level combatant on the high wall, Flower Snake's ghostly movements weaved through countless corners of the west wall. Whenever his figure lingered for more than 4-5 breaths, a mid-level demon would fall to the ground, lifeless.

As the main force of ranged magic attacks in the demon army, Reincarnation Demons were Flower Snake's primary target. Often, before a Reincarnation Demon could even see the suddenly appearing figure, Flower Snake's two thin swords would pierce through the weak points of the demon's eyes, temples, back of the head, etc., shattering its brain. Then, before the demon could self-detonate its magic power, Flower Snake would kick it off the high wall, causing even more accidental injuries to the demons below the wall.

Flower Snake, known for his agility, had also made considerable progress in the past ten years. The Smoke Wave Step, which he had gradually figured out, combined with the footwork from the Sword Dancer's inheritance, was now quite mature. Once unleashed, Flower Snake's entire person would sometimes split into several afterimages, and sometimes simply disappear, bringing his swift talent to the extreme.

Especially when facing opponents who were weak and whose eyesight and reaction speed couldn't keep up with his rhythm, he wouldn't dare to say he could fight a hundred enemies alone, but fighting a positional battle like this against this group of demons was like a fish in water, allowing him to kill to his heart's content.

On the other side, Da Shan was also fiercely fighting a powerful Flauros, and was faintly gaining the upper hand.

As the clan leader, Da Shan's personality and temperament had changed a lot over the years. Although he still couldn't get rid of some shortcomings such as laziness and petty greed, he was completely different from the ignorant guy he was more than a decade ago.

At least, the level 12 Berserker strength he was currently displaying showed that he had put a lot of effort into honing his abilities over the years.

Da Shan wielded a heavy steel axe with great force. The ogre goblin's innate brute strength, coupled with the blessing of the Berserker advanced class, allowed each swing to force back the equally burly Flauros in front of him, even forcing the opponent to flap his fleshy wings and jump off the wall, then circle around and climb back up from the other side.

While fighting, Da Shan also shouted "huh huh ha hey" to cheer himself on. Even though the situation of the goblin team on the wall was not very good at this time, and they were gradually at a disadvantage, he did not waver in the slightest, which was very different from the guy who used to run away when he saw the situation was not good.

Mao Luo was more calm and steady. He and Pava'ao guarded a corner, blocking a 5-6 meter space in the southwest corner, entangled with 3-4 Flauros and Reincarnation Demons, not giving the opponent a chance to cross this passage.

At their feet, the kobold warrior Tony occasionally held up his two custom-made thrusting swords, acting as a supplement to their combat power, launching sneak attacks on the lower bodies of the demons that rushed up, with not bad results.

In the northwest corner, Kuer, the first powerful warrior among the kobolds to become an advanced professional, wielded her greatsword, each strike stronger than the last, slashing at her opponent in front of her—a Flauros who was missing half of his fleshy wings and unable to glide.

Kuer's fighting style truly followed her teacher Allen, bringing her tyrannical power to the extreme. The Flauros in front of her, in a sorry state with countless wounds on its bone armor, constantly had blood foam gushing from the corners of its mouth, truly injured its internal organs by Kuer's head-on fighting style.

The strength slowly drained from the Flauros's body. Just as it struggled to stand up and wave its sharp claws to block Kuer's heavy slash once again, its body trembled, and a faint light flashed from behind the Flauros. Irene, the little girl, stepped on the half of the fleshy wing that the Flauros was dragging on the ground, and the Void Thorn Blades in her hands, made from the chelicerae of a void spider, completely ignored the defense of the Flauros's eyelid scales, stabbing into its eye socket.

Without even looking at the results of her attack, Irene's small body slid directly off the Flauros, just dodging the Flauros's claw strike. At this time, in the shadow below the high wall, Irene, with a pale green face, covered her pounding heart and gasped for breath.

"Screech!!!!!"

The Flauros let out a sharp howl, and the shocking scream directly pierced through the eardrums of Kuer and Irene, and even the goblins and demons fighting nearby all paused for a moment. However, Kuer immediately recovered and rushed up with her greatsword, beheading the Flauros and interrupting its scream. Only then did the other pairs of opponents regain their senses and continue their fight.

"Careful!!!"

Kuer only felt the sky darken. She looked up and anxiously warned Irene, who was still in a daze, but in a gust of wind, another Flauros fell from the sky, its claws reaching straight for the dazed Irene.

"Looking for death!!!"

How could Kuer not be furious when her little sister was in danger? She threatened fiercely, and at the same time, her greatsword moved, and the Sword of Storms turned into a whirlwind, sweeping towards the Flauros. However, Kuer's movements were still a little late. The Flauros's claws grabbed at Irene a moment earlier. Just as the sharp claws were about to tear Irene's weak body into two pieces, a flash of light appeared in Irene's eyes, and she finally came back to her senses.

Before her brain could react, her body moved first. Shadow energy erupted, enveloping Irene's small body. A shadow leap was activated in the nick of time, crossing paths with the Flauros's claws, causing it to grab only air. At this time, in the shadows below the high wall, Irene, with a pale green face, covered her pounding heart and gasped for breath.

At the same time, the Sword of Storms transformed from Kuer's greatsword also chased up, intercepting the diving Flauros. Without even having time to check on her little sister's condition, Kuer was once again plunged into a fierce battle.

After taking a few deep breaths, Irene's mood gradually calmed down, and her heart, which was almost jumping out of her throat, finally slowed down. Having just escaped from the brink of death, Irene had never experienced such a thing in her dozen years of life. Even now, Irene's small hands were still trembling uncontrollably, and the lingering fear in her eyes was fading away.

Listening to the shouts and wails of her clansmen, and feeling the shadow energy beside her like a mother's comfort, Irene's heart was in a battle between heaven and man: a tempting voice on her left ear was saying, "With your strength, you should not go out and die. One more of you or one less of you doesn't make much of a difference." A powerful voice on her right ear was shouting, "You, Irene, are a warrior of the Green Field Tribe, and you must never retreat in the face of battle! Your companions are still on the battlefield!"

Irene's eyes were full of struggle and hesitation. Her already weak personality made it even more difficult for her to make a decision when faced with a dilemma. But in the end, she finally overcame her biological instinct for survival, and the determination in her eyes returned. Her small hands clenched the Void Thorn Blades tightly, and after covering her figure with shadow energy again, she set her sights on a horned demon that had crossed the city wall and was wreaking havoc in the village.

More than 100 clan backbones originally stationed on the west wall were lost by more than half in the first wave of attacks that lasted more than one magic hour. Later, with the arrival of Flower Snake leading a hundred fresh troops from the top of the mountain, although everyone survived the second wave of demon attacks, the demons' crazy and fearless fighting brought heavy blows to the goblin warriors who were unfamiliar with their tactics and combat skills.

Relying on the belief in their hearts and the support of their relatives behind them, the goblin warriors did not disintegrate in the face of strong enemies like other tribes in the wilderness. But even if the clan's warriors were brave enough, the gap in strength could not be compensated by bravery alone. More and more demons broke through the defenses of the west high wall and landed inside the Green Lake Village.

"Don't think about staying out of it. Now is the time for our tribe's survival. The men in your family are working hard in front, and we women can't just watch!"

"Think about the little bunnies in your family who haven't grown their hair yet, think about the life we're living now. If these demons break through our village, how will you feed the little bunnies in the future!!!"

Female goblins have never been the main combat force of the Green Field Tribe, but that does not mean that the abilities of the earth goblin and ogre goblin females in the clan are poor. As a race with fertility that is not as good as that of the kobolds and whose brains are not necessarily much better, if their physical fitness is even worse, their inheritance would have been cut off in the cruel natural competition of the wilderness many years ago.

Camellia is currently 38 years old, which is the prime of life in the lifespan of an ogre goblin. Although she usually does not focus on honing her body and training her combat skills, the ogre goblins' excellent physical fitness, coupled with the ample food supply over the years, has allowed Camellia to unknowingly stand at the threshold of an level 8 warrior. It's just that she usually spends too much time on warehouse management and account checking. If she could spend more energy on the honing skills on the inheritance crystal, she might already be an important mid-level warrior in the clan.

Seeing the village that everyone had worked so hard to build become dilapidated under the claws of the demons, Camellia became angry, kicked away the elf Legolas who wanted to stop her, rushed to the vertical well in the living area, and raised her arms and shouted.

"Pick up whatever you can use in your home and fight these bastards!!!"

"If we lose our village today, you will starve to death tomorrow!!!"

Several female ogre goblins settled their children at home and responded to Camellia's call, shouting loudly along with Camellia: "All the good goblin women come out!!!"

"Kill these bastards!!!"

"Kill them!!!"

More and more females came out of their homes, holding rolling pins, iron harrows, and scythes, gathering around Camellia.

With a wave of Camellia's hand, the females rushed towards a quivering demon who was dismantling a wooden door. Countless household items smashed on this unlucky ghost, and it didn't even have a chance to resist or struggle before falling into the vast ocean of the people.

For many years, Allen's painstaking efforts to shape the clan's sense of belonging and identity finally paid off at this moment.