Green Monster Epic

Chapter 291: Disaster (7,000 words!)

Allen wouldn't know that the wilderness at this time had already become a complete mess.

The territories of over a hundred large tribes were still relatively peaceful, but in desolate areas like the Greenwild Plains, where few medium or large tribes resided, many demon armies of varying sizes seemed to suddenly emerge, wreaking havoc and slaughtering countless small tribes in the long and narrow wilderness.

Originally, many tribes in the wilderness, under the guidance of the Nature Gods, had considered supporting the Spring Country, and some had even begun to take action.

However, as the number and size of Abyss Demons in the wilderness increased, the leaders of the wilderness tribes who had been persuaded before changed their minds and refused to easily send out their tribal warriors or allocate tribal resources to support an unfamiliar Centaur Kingdom.

As for the distant Demon Tide, no one would empathize until it impacted their own tribal territory; instead, the annihilation of native tribes by demon armies right in front of their eyes was what everyone cared about most.

Even though everyone knew that the demon armies appearing in the wilderness were actually not that large in scale or threatening to the tribes, the inherently selfish and short-sighted wilderness tribes still stubbornly resisted the earnest persuasion of the Nature Gods' earthly representatives.

If they wanted to persuade these tribes to support the Centaur Kingdom again, they had to annihilate the demon branches hiding in the shadows of the wilderness.

For this ultimate goal, the Nature Gods and the backbone members of the Wilderness Balance Faction almost came out in full force, leading Temple Knight Orders and tribal armies to travel around, searching for and annihilating these demon armies scattered throughout the wilderness.

The temples had their own armed forces, but these forces were primarily for protecting the safety of the local temples and could not be too large.

After all, the mission of a god's followers was more to spread faith than to occupy territory and rule the people; without territory and a stable source of tax revenue, how could they afford the expenses of a large army?

Therefore, all the armed forces of the Nature Gods in the wilderness were scattered, which was a drop in the bucket compared to the vast wilderness.

The areas to be searched and defended were too large and numerous, causing their Knight Orders to spend their time in constant fatigue.

Allen wanted the Oak Tree Temple in Thornsburg to spare some manpower to support their tribe, which wasn't a big problem, but when the reinforcements he expected would arrive was an unpredictable question.

This was because the armed forces belonging to the Father of the Oak Tree in Thornsburg had already been sent out to support the wilderness, leaving less than one in a hundred behind in Thornsburg, and the temple's safety even had to rely on the elven army in Thornsburg.

The elven capital, Artale, was a garden city built in the forest.

The World Tree in the center of the city, tall and upright, far exceeding the scale of the oak tree in Thornsburg, was said to be the cradle where the first elf was born.

Therefore, the elven royal family opened up a magnificent and exquisite palace in the empty trunk of the World Tree, which could not only block any magical intrusion but also receive the constant protection of the World Tree.

The palace in the royal capital was magnificent and resplendent.

Countless crystal-clear night-light stones were embedded high on the ceiling, which was more than ten meters high.

The lustrous white and holy light seemed to be able to dispel the darkness in people's hearts and bring comfort to their souls.

Below the ceiling, in the seamless palace, various exquisite sculptures hung on the surrounding walls.

The feeling of stepping on the grass in the middle was the World Tree's blessing to living beings, putting people at ease.

At the deepest part of the hall, on a throne carefully carved from the wood heart of a World Tree, an elven woman with a noble and graceful temperament wore a simple crown of thorns entwined with a few fresh flowers on her head.

She was draped in a delicate and thin, fresh grass-green dress that outlined the slender figure of the elf, and she listened calmly to the statement of the High Priest of the Oak Tree Temple, who was slightly bowing in the hall.

On the left side of the elven woman, a handsome and unrestrained man, dressed in gorgeous golden silk clothes, listened solemnly, his eyes flickering from time to time, as if he was thinking about something.

The elven woman was the current Queen of the Elven Kingdom, Esla Larethian, who had ruled the Elven Kingdom for more than 50 years, but compared to the long life of the elves, it was conceivable that the Queen would rule the kingdom for an even longer time.

The man standing behind her to the left was Queen Esla's consort—Prince Yersan Larethian, who was also the commander of the Queen's personal guards.

Below the throne on the left was a rattan chair, on which sat a frail old man.

At this time, during the statement of High Priest Exi Finleya of the Oak Tree Temple, he closed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking deeply, or as if he was just dozing off due to the weakness of old age.

But if anyone really thought that the other party was asleep, he would suddenly open his deep eyes and stare straight at you, making you feel as if you were completely naked, without any secrets.

He was the most trusted chosen one of Corellon, the Elven God, in the world of Feyman, and the High Priest of the Elven God's Temple, Kirion Lerrefey.

"...Your Majesty, the wilderness is of great significance to the Elven Kingdom, as it is a barrier against the invasion of the Human Kingdoms.

In recent years, if they hadn't worked together to contain the expansion of the Human Kingdoms, I'm afraid that most of the wilderness would have been incorporated into the territory of the Human Kingdoms."

"At that time, the missionaries of the human gods could unscrupulously travel between the Talun Continent and the Xilun Continent, while the light of the elven gods would be difficult to shine on the world.

In the end, as the humans become stronger and the elves weaken, the elves will follow in the footsteps of the dragons and become a small member of history."

The chosen one of the Father of the Oak Tree, Exi, was now eloquently stating the various uses of the wilderness, but the face of Queen Esla on the high throne remained unchanged, and it was impossible to see any outward signs of her thoughts.

On the other hand, the Eagle Prince beside her showed a very curious and interested look.

It was a pity that the great power of the Elven Kingdom was not in the hands of this Prince.

Even if the other party was very interested and seemed to be moved by his words, the one who would ultimately make the decision was the elven woman on the throne.

"..."

As Exi licked his chapped lips, the long statement also came to a temporary end.

The Elven Queen's eyes were deep at this time, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

She turned her head and lightly parted her cherry lips: "High Priest Kirion, do you have anything to say?"

"Ah?"

The seemingly drowsy old elf suddenly opened his eyes and looked blankly at the Queen on the throne, then looked at his old friend next to him, and then innocently said: "Your Majesty, you make the decision, I have nothing to say."

In fact, not long after the Abyss invaded the Spring Country, the gods of the Elven Pantheon received this shocking news.

The elven gods also held a discussion in the Elven Pantheon, and the final conclusion was: to sit and watch the development of the Demon Tide, while letting the Elven Kingdom prepare for battle.

Of course, there were other opinions in the Elven Pantheon, such as Edrie, the guardian deity of the Winged Elves, who was close to the Nature Gods, who advocated providing military and material support to the wilderness.

However, under the veto of the conservative and steady Corellon and Angrris, the two main elven gods, she could only leave in disappointment.

With only the territory of the Winged Elves under Edrie's command, blocked between the other major lord territories of the Elven Kingdom, there was simply no way to give too much support to the wilderness.

It was useless for Edrie alone to fail to persuade Corellon and the Mother Goddess.

In the end, the gods conveyed the attitude of this Demon Tide to their respective chosen ones, which was just a profound word: wait.

The suffering of humanity might bring a secret delight to the other major divine systems. The Faiman World has the largest number of human deities, and thus their kingdom's overall territory is more than double that of other civilizations. For countless years, the other divine systems have been wary of human missionaries, fearing they might use the opportunity to engage in tricks to undermine the development of civilizations under their own divine systems.

Now that the tide of demons has erupted in the human kingdom, the humans are naturally the first to bear the brunt. Aside from the orcs, who are somewhat troubled by being caught in the crossfire, the dwarven and elven divine systems are quietly observing the direction of the demon tide with a sense of schadenfreude.

The deities of the natural divine system are a strange bunch. They are broad-minded and do not act based on personal preferences. They are more like stewards of the Faiman World's will, diligently maintaining the balance of all things. These deities may deserve the respect and worship of many intelligent races, but to the deities above the various civilization systems, aren't these fellows also restricting the development and growth of the major divine systems?

On the surface, everyone seems happy to see the ground walkers of the natural deities rushing around to smooth out the natural damage and balance the contradictions between regions. But in private, the most powerful human deities and the most united elven divine system have long been dissatisfied with these busybodies.

If it weren't for these fellows constantly taking sides, the elven kingdom might have already annexed the neighboring dwarven kingdom, and the deities of the elven divine system would have achieved conquest over the dwarven divine system in the divine war. Not to mention that the human civilization, with more than 30 deities, would never have failed against an orc kingdom with only 8-9 deities.

The subtle relationships are hard to fully explain, but if one can understand this point: deities promoted from mortals are never lofty, selfless, and immortal beings. Their private desires and desire for control actually far exceed those of mortals. Perhaps intelligent people can understand the relationships between divine systems and divine systems, civilizations and civilizations.

"The disaster happening in the wilderness is heartbreaking and worthy of sympathy. But as the Queen of the Elven Empire, I need to be responsible for every elf under my command and must not let their lives be sacrificed meaninglessly."

"Therefore, I am sorry, the Elven Empire has no obligation to participate in the war between the wilderness and the demons."

Esla's dignified face revealed an unquestionable attitude and gaze, preventing Asheke from speaking the words that had reached his lips, and he swallowed them back.

"Of course, as a member of the Faiman World, we will not sit idly by and watch the demons wreak havoc in the Faiman World. As long as the wilderness has a need, the Elven Empire's war-prepared weapons will, from now on, have their restrictions lifted and be sold to the wilderness tribes."

The Elf Queen blinked and made a promise with a smile.

"...Then, on behalf of the leaders of the wilderness, I thank Her Majesty the Queen for her support."

The same scene also took place in the Dwarven Kingdom, but differing from the considerations of the elven deities, the dwarven divine system was wary of the elves beside them for many years and did not dare to massively support the wilderness. However, they also promised to lift restrictions on military supplies to the wilderness, selling many powerful domestic military materials.

As for the orcs, they were overwhelmed with their own problems. The envoys of the natural divine system didn't even need to make a trip to the Orc Empire in vain. Besides the border of the Human Kingdom, the Orc Empire, adjacent to the Spring Country, was the most affected by the tide of demons. Hundreds of thousands of demon troops were ravaging their borders, slaughtering the orcs.

At this time, countless deities focused their attention on the territory of the Spring Country, the hardest-hit area, overlooking from the endless sky the dark torrents raging and galloping across the map of the Spring Country, then igniting rising smoke and flames of war, until the last line of defense, more than three hundred miles in radius outside the Spring Country's capital city of Mingxi.

The tide of demons in the Spring Country came too fiercely and suddenly, completely unnoticed. No one would have thought that a large border city, with two legends and tens of thousands of elite warriors stationed there, would quietly become a sacrifice to the evil god's followers, attracting hundreds of thousands of demon troops from the endless abyss.

However, the current king of the Spring Country was also very wise, and his civil and military officials were also very talented. After receiving the sudden warning from the incarnation of the Spring Goddess, Williams XVI of the Spring Country decisively abandoned all the outer territories and urgently concentrated his forces within a few hundred miles around the capital city of Mingxi, reinforcing and establishing a line of defense to protect the royal city.

In fact, even if King William wanted to save more people, he was unable to do so. The demon army advanced all the way, slaughtering countless innocent people. The more than 100,000 troops summoned earlier had become a full 250,000 in a month and a half, almost doubling. The demon army was mostly composed of mid-level Berserkers, Horned Demons, and Reincarnation Demons. Compared to the human army in the Spring Country, nearly half of whom were only low-level warriors, they were far superior in overall strength.

Even if the human army was disciplined, had tactics, and had military generals who were proficient in military strategy, the gap in mid-to-high-level combat power could not be bridged by just a few generals or marshals.

More than 200,000 local and border garrison troops were fragmented and fled under the invasion of the Demon Lord, and even failed to delay the strategic intention of the demon army's advance in local battles.

Since this was the case, why let the country's warriors die without any purpose? It would be better to let them lead more people either to break through or to join the royal capital's garrison and make a final gamble against the demon army.

"Lord Holan, how long can the national treasury's grain last?"

In the inner city palace of Mingxi City, William XVI, looking haggard and old, asked the old man beside him with a calm gaze. He was Holan. Will, the most important Minister of Finance in the kingdom today.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, there are still more than 12.7 million pounds of grain in our granary, which is enough to support the army and people around the capital for three months without worry."

"And I have communicated with His Holiness the Pope to organize and transfer all the druid professions within the kingdom, sparing no expense to cultivate crops on the existing land. I think there will be some harvest in another two months."

"Well, very good, thank you for your hard work, Lord Holan."

King William nodded with satisfaction, then turned to look at the middle-aged strong man on the other side, a military general who could wear full armor and equip a heavy sword in front of him, Kaius. Torre, the current Grand Marshal of the Spring Country Dynasty army.

"Then Lord Kaius..."

The capital is the last hope of the Spring Country and the territory that King William is determined to defend. He has even prepared to perish with the royal family and the capital. The day Mingxi City falls will be the time when his Spring Country's centuries of national existence will be destroyed. At that time, although the Hillen Continent is large, there will be no place for his Spring Country's royal family to stand.

Sending out countless envoys for help, without any response, made King William cut off his fantasies about the outside world. Only the natural divine system sent several temple knight orders to break through the siege, come to support, and help the capital to persevere bitterly.

Fortunately, there were more than a dozen legends, a demigod pope, and the incarnation of the Spring Goddess who stayed for nearly half a year, so that the capital's defense line could continue to hold on.

However, without the reinforcements from other human kingdoms, relying solely on the current military strength of his Spring Country, there was no possibility of victory in a counterattack.

It is said that on the border of the Human Lionheart Kingdom, within half a month after the Demon Lord ravaged the Lionheart Kingdom's territory, the coalition forces of dozens of human kingdoms had completed the steps of gathering and integration, and built a solid defense line on the border of the Lionheart Kingdom, preventing the demon army from advancing further to the more prosperous and fertile Central Plains.

However, the Rose Duchy, closer to the Mansa Wilds, suffered an even worse fate than the Spring Country. Its royal capital was directly breached, and millions of civilians and soldiers were annihilated, further bolstering the demon army's strength. Fortunately for King William and his ministers, these newly summoned demon forces did not advance towards the still-defending Bright Creek Royal City but instead thrust into the Centaur Plains bordering the Rose Duchy.

King William's only hope now lay in the prophecy given to them by the goddess incarnate: that the various tribes of the Mansa Wilds would halt the demon army's advance, gradually reclaim the lands conquered by the demon lord, and extend aid to the Spring Country.

However, King William knew that the goddess's promise was incredibly faint. Although there were many wildling tribes, they would never sacrifice themselves for a human nation. As a monarch, he understood the thoughts of these tribal leaders all too well.

While the Spring Country persisted, the small envoy seeking assistance had just arrived at their destination.

Eileen had spent only half a month to reach Thornsburg. The city was now heavily guarded, with countless elven warriors fully armed, interrogating every passing traveler and merchant caravan member to find the hidden followers of the evil god.

In the wake of the demon tide, countless evil god worshippers seemed to emerge from the ground. Even in the elven empire, which was primarily elven and somewhat xenophobic, several evil god rituals had erupted, nearly causing unforeseen disasters.

Affected by this, the elven kingdom conducted a thorough investigation from top to bottom, eventually uncovering hundreds of evil god worshippers hidden within the kingdom's cities, nipping the disaster in the bud.

After a careful examination, Eileen finally entered the city. Without any delay, she went directly to the Oak Temple and requested to speak with Priest Clay through the on-duty temple members.

"I'm sorry, sister, but High Priest Clay is busy with official duties and probably doesn't have time to see you."

The temple's novice priest gave a polite smile, subtly rejecting Eileen's request.

"Please, please, just tell High Priest Clay that Eileen Greentree from the Greenwood Tribe is requesting an audience!! Please!!"

Eileen's tearful voice and helpless eyes were quite affecting, but the novice priest before her was completely unmoved, still shaking his head without hesitation. However, his fingers subtly rubbed together in his sleeve, hinting at something to Eileen. Unfortunately, he had clearly mistaken his target. Eileen rarely interacted with outsiders except for those close to her, and she didn't understand the other party's hints, only looking at him innocently and continuing to plead.

"..."

The elven novice became a little impatient and was about to get rid of the annoying person in front of him, but he happened to spot High Priest Clay's figure and gently pointed Eileen towards him: "High Priest Clay is coming out. Go talk to him yourself."

Clay had made significant contributions to the temple over the years. As his strength steadily increased to Advanced Level 13, he was promoted to the position of High Priest, making him a high-ranking member of the Oak Temple in Thornsburg.

Now that demons had appeared in the wilderness, the Oak Temple in Thornsburg had transferred a lot of manpower. For example, the Knights Templar, except for a team of only about 10 knights, had been led by Knight Commander Alajin to Mansa City in the southern wilderness. As for legendary powerhouses like Master Oscar, they had almost all been conscripted to the wilderness. The Oak Temple now, apart from Chief Priest Homir, who was a legendary powerhouse guarding the temple, had Clay as its strongest member.

The Temple of the Forest and Ranger Goddess Melikai next door was the same as the Oak Temple. As deities of the same natural pantheon, their clergy members had also been mostly dispatched to the wilderness to support Mansa City.

With fewer people in the temple, the tasks of the remaining clergy members increased. As a High Priest, Clay needed to appear in the temple frequently to soothe the anxious hearts of the believers.

"Lord Clay, I am Eileen from the Greenwood Tribe. Our chieftain has a personal letter for you. Please take a look."

Facing Clay, feeling the warm and calm aura emanating from him, Eileen's heart, which had been anxious from rushing, and worried about the village, gradually calmed down, and her movements became much more natural. After arriving in front of Clay, Eileen respectfully presented Allen's letter, eagerly awaiting Clay's reply.

"Ah, so you're the little one from the Greenwood Plains. Is your tribe doing well?"

Clay saw Eileen's somewhat familiar face and greeted her kindly, without a hint of elven superiority. Even though he had been promoted to High Priest, he still hadn't changed his attitude towards people and things. Perhaps this was why Allen liked dealing with him.

While exchanging pleasantries with Eileen, Clay tore open the simple envelope and quickly read the contents of the letter.

"I came this time because my uncle, the chieftain, asked me to ask for your help."

Even without Eileen's pitiful pleas, Clay quickly finished reading the contents of Allen's letter and understood what had happened in the Greenwood Plains. He pondered seriously for a long time, finally revealing a troubled expression: "Come with me!"

Taking Eileen to a secluded quiet room in the temple, Clay revealed a sincere expression and slowly began to speak.

"Your name is Eileen, right? Go back and tell your chieftain that I will convey your situation to Mansa City as soon as possible and ask them to send reinforcements to help you. However, whether Mansa City will send support, how much support they will send, and when they will depart is hard to say."

"Our Oak Temple is also in a difficult situation. Most of the temple's combat power has gone south to Mansa City. There is an even larger demon tide further south, impacting the border between humans and the wilderness. If the demons break through the defenses of the Centaur Plains, it will be a tragic catastrophe for you wilderness races."

Clay sympathized with Allen and his tribe, but his own abilities were limited, and he couldn't help much. He could only slowly explain the current situation to Eileen. Then, fearing that Eileen would forget a lot of information, Clay simply took out paper and pen and quickly wrote down all the major events that had recently occurred in the Ferman world and handed them to Eileen.

"Master Oscar has also gone south to Mansa City. The Oak Temple in Thornsburg is completely unable to spare manpower to support you."

"To be honest, you should be more careful! If it really doesn't work out, your tribe should move to the Thunder Tribe to take refuge. There are two legendaries sitting there, and it is adjacent to Thornsburg. No demon army can exist in the surrounding area."

Eileen was stunned and didn't know what to do. Tears welled up in her eyes like pearls, rolling down her cheeks, making Clay want to comfort her, but he sighed helplessly.

Dispirited, Eileen walked out of the Oak Temple and looked blankly at the somewhat familiar surroundings, not knowing where to go.

For the first time, the little girl realized that the outside world didn't seem as wonderful as she had imagined, nor did it seem as warm and friendly as it looked.

"Even if I die, I will die with everyone!"

Thinking that she had been away from the village for almost a month, and not knowing what would happen to the village next, Eileen suddenly had a realization in her heart. She suddenly raised her foot and began to run, simply passing through the seemingly prosperous city of Thornsburg and heading towards her hometown.

However, what Eileen didn't know was that in a two-story building in Thornsburg, there was still an old man who had been concerned about their tribe and about her, this little girl. If Eileen could have been a little more calm and visited this old man, it might have brought great help to the Greenwood Tribe.

However, there were not so many ifs in the world. Missing it was missing it.

This chapter is a transition, so there won't be too much actual content.

Today, the community replaced electrical appliances, which made me only write more than 1,000 words of novels with my mobile phone, so annoying!!!