Green Monster Epic

Chapter 314: Revealing the Tail

“When will they appear?”

Outside the Roble tribe's settlement town, at the south gate, the only passage to the village, several furtive figures were hiding far away at the edge of the sparse forest.

On the ground, the ogre Alba, with his layers of fat and huge frame, squatted in a low-lying area, staring blankly at a few passing insects, lost in thought.

A short distance away on the hilltop, Alan, Richard, and Kaya were secretly peering at the activity at the village gate through the sparse bushes on the slope.

The information that Albian had overheard said that after noon, Frank would lead a team out of the village to complete a very important transaction with a human merchant caravan.

However, even as the sun in the sky had begun to slowly set in the west, there was no sign of any caravan coming or going at the distant town gate.

Since the Demon Tide had cut off the passage between the human kingdom and the wilderness, the Roble tribe's days had become less comfortable, and they also had to be constantly wary of small groups of demon troops that might sneak in.

Rarely, this time, the human caravan had collected a batch of important supplies for Frank, which could help Frank better defend against the possible chaotic times, so Frank was very concerned about this matter, and before the other party entered his tribe's territory, he would lead a team to protect their safety.

Of course, in addition to the batch of supplies collected by the human caravan for them, this time the other party could also take the opportunity to purchase various commodities that had been stockpiled in the tribe for a long time, allowing Frank to finally see the wealth in his treasury increase after a long absence.

Finally, just as Alan and the others were feeling discouraged and began to doubt the authenticity of the information, a goblin team of just over 50 people appeared at the somewhat deserted gate of the town, slowly and orderly passing through the gate and heading slowly south. At the front of the team was a short goblin riding on a plump ground sloth, wearing a neat, close-fitting leather armor, with two daggers, one long and one short, hanging on the left and right sides of his waist in scabbards, rising and swaying with the sloth's steps.

“They’re out!”

Alan and Kaya came down from the slope, called Alba, who was in a daze in the low-lying area, and began to follow the traces left by Albian along the sparse woodland around the road, slowly groping forward.

The goblin team was quite vigilant, perhaps because the Stonar region had been uneasy recently. Those small demon teams that had crossed the long Centaur Grassland border had brought great pressure and influence to the countless wilderness tribes living on the grassland and its surroundings.

After half a day, the traces left by Albian suddenly disappeared, and Alan and the others lost their direction for a time.

Just as Kaya and Richard were preparing to catch up with the trade route and continue south, Albian's voice came faintly to their ears.

“Don’t bother looking, they’ve stopped in the woodland more than 500 meters ahead on the left, and seem to be waiting for someone.”

Albian, who slowly revealed his figure, had a blade of grass in his mouth and slowly spoke out the whereabouts of the tracked target.

Hearing that Frank and his party had stopped, there was finally a bit more spirit in Alan and the others' eyes. If the target of Alva's group was really Frank of the Roble tribe, then this time Frank personally led the team out of town, it could be regarded as an excellent opportunity for the other party's assassination, and they would not miss it.

Before, Alba had wandered around outside the town for a few circles, and indeed smelled a sulfurous body odor, but he had never been able to find the source of this odor, as if this group of people had never stopped. But at least, this corroborated Richard's judgment and made everyone's confidence even firmer.

Cautiously and carefully sneaking towards the direction of Frank's goblin team, even though Richard summoned a cloud of mist to completely envelop everyone's bodies, the movements of several people were still very slow, for fear of attracting the attention of Frank and his party.

Moreover, Alva and his group, they do not know whether they are like Richard and the others, secretly peeking at Frank and his party, and the surrounding situation. If they were discovered by Alan and his team, then it would inevitably startle the snake, and the other party might very well abandon this assassination and turn to another place.

By then, it would not be so easy for Alan and the others to catch up with the other party's pace.

The whereabouts of Alva and his group have not been found until now, which is the most troublesome thing for Alan, Richard, and the others. As long as they cannot find the other party's clues, then it will be very difficult for them to complete this task. The wilderness is too big, and it is no different than finding a needle in a haystack to track down a small-scale team committing crimes, especially since communication between the various tribes in the wilderness is slow and often closed off.

Richard is not a prophetic mage after all, and without the help of prophetic spells to reduce the difficulty of tracking, they can only rely on the traces and clues left by the other party to find them.

Therefore, the biggest problem for Alan and the others now is to find the whereabouts of the opponent. As long as the other party appears within their line of sight, whether it is Albian or Kaya, or even Richard, they all have some means to follow the clues left by the other party and chase closely behind them, and then kill them.

Frank was in a very good mood today. It had been almost a year since their tribe had been cut off from the human kingdom because of the enemies that suddenly emerged from the abyss. This was the most difficult year for the Roble tribe, which relied heavily on trade with the human kingdom to exchange funds, benefits, and living materials, especially for Frank.

Having become accustomed to the taste of human wine and wearing human silk, Frank now had a large pile of resources such as silk, dyes, and honey in his hands, but he could not exchange them for the things he liked and enjoy that kind of civilized world life. These days, there was really not much flavor to life.

Until a few days ago, people from the Crimson Rose Chamber of Commerce, who often had dealings with their tribe, suddenly sent a message that they had opened up a temporarily stable trade route and would soon pass through the Centaur Grassland to carry out trade in the Stonar region.

Frank didn't know how the other party had passed through the demon's position, and he didn't care about these things. He only knew that the arrival of the human caravan would bring him many luxury goods and allow him to transform the materials he had accumulated for a long time into money and jewelry.

It was rare for a human caravan to come, and in order to show his importance, and also because he was really worried that they would encounter trouble on the road, so after communicating with the shopkeeper who came to contact him, Frank led his clansmen to the border of his tribe's territory today to welcome this only human caravan in more than a year.

The sun in the west was slowly setting, but Frank had not seen the shadow of the human caravan until now, and his originally happy mood had changed more or less.

Could it be that the humans who contacted me before were just toying with me?

The more Frank waited, the more agitated he became, and he gradually began to overthink things. The warriors of the Roble tribe around him were also mostly resting in the shade, feeling listless.

Everyone couldn't understand why Chief Frank was so enthusiastic this time, bringing everyone to the dangerous wilderness in the sweltering heat to meet a human merchant caravan. In the past, the chief had never been so serious about the caravans that traveled between the tribe and the human kingdom.

While the goblin warriors were distracted and dispirited, they didn't notice a faint scent of sulfur in the air, and the not-so-obvious wriggling shadows under the trees in the distance.

The human female, Alva, was dressed very lightly, her pair of snow-white peaks on her chest, squeezed by the palm-sized pieces of cloth, were ready to burst out.

She wore a thin black silk dress, which made her pair of slender jade legs faintly visible, exuding a strong alluring aura. However, in her right hand, she carried a nail-studded hammer covered with iron thorns, which completely did not match her graceful figure, and therefore added a bit of dangerous aura.

She and her subordinates had been lurking here for half a day. Besides two Assassin Demons echoing each other, monitoring the movements of the Roble tribe, they were also sending back messages to Alva.

As Frank, the goblin thief, waited for the so-called human caravan to arrive on this inevitable road to the human kingdom, as agreed, Alva and her subordinates had already prepared to raid this goblin.

Two Assassin Demons had already lurked over, quietly waiting for their signal around Frank's team. Beside her, two fallen paladins, their original silver-bright armor, had been repainted into a dark black color with the transformation of their identities, which was more in line with the preferences of the gods they now believed in and followed.

Two powerful archers who had advanced from human rangers were polishing and adjusting the bowstrings of their strong bows, with calm and solemn expressions, completely without any nervousness because they were about to face a large number of goblin troops.

"Prepare to attack!"

Alva gently waved the nail-studded hammer, and began to utter devout prayers in her mouth. Soon, several divine magic lights bloomed, enveloping everyone around her, increasing everyone's strength by several levels.

Although it was called an assassination, it was not easy to complete this task in front of so many goblin warriors. What Alva and her team needed to do was to create opportunities for the real assassins.

The cloud of fog covered several people, allowing Alva and her team to get closer to the other party's team, and they groped towards the goblin's resting place. When their team finally approached within 50 meters of the other party's tribe, as the two fallen paladins waved their heavy swords and took firm and powerful steps to launch a charge, and rushed out of the cloud of fog, the battle finally started.

Before the team's charging footsteps stopped, the nail-studded hammer in Alva's hand had already begun to bloom with light, and a third-order Bramble Net spell directly slammed into the middle of the goblin team in front of her. The vines and tree trunks that were common in the forest swayed, and then turned into living things like snakes and pythons, directly wrapping around the surrounding living things.

"Be careful, there are enemies!!"

The scout in the goblin team reacted a little slowly, and finally issued a shrill warning sound when the paladins approached within 20 meters of the team.

At this time, even without the scout's warning, the entire goblin team had reacted, because in their team, an unlucky hobgoblin warrior was lying softly on the ground with two feather arrows falling from the sky stuck in his body. The wriggling vines restrained the goblin team's dodging, creating an excellent shooting environment for the human archers. One strong feather arrow after another bloomed into blood flowers on the bodies of the goblin warriors, as if they had eyes.

Frank's reaction was not slow. When the scout issued a warning, he had already poured shadow energy into his whole body, preparing to sneak. However, as several arrows shot from the sky, aiming directly at his location, Frank's attempt to hide was forcibly interrupted.

He tried several times to hide in the shade of the trees and in the team, trying to fool the vision of the suddenly killed enemies, but in the end Frank could not avoid the other party's inescapable arrows. Among the human archers, one person had been staring at Frank's movements, not giving him a chance to hide.

"Humph!!"

Out of desperation, Frank simply stopped dodging and loudly ordered his clansmen: "Charge up and kill them for me!!"

In fact, even without Frank's order, his warriors had already launched a siege on the 3 humans who had rushed up, while also not forgetting to separate a group of people to chase the other two archers who were bouncing back and forth in the treetops, while also not forgetting to use bows and arrows to shoot and kill the goblin warriors on the ground.

Frank also unfolded his body skills, and the two weapons, one long and one short, revealed their ferocious faces, carrying the master's killing intent, swaying back and forth with Frank's galloping movements.

Alva, while waving his nail-studded hammer and single-handed shield, echoed each other with the two fallen paladins beside him. Under the attack of countless goblin warriors, like three stone pillars nailed to the ground, they did not see the slightest shake. As a battle priest, Alva's combat power was no worse than that of ordinary battle professionals, and she could even cast divine spells while blessing the two paladins in front of her with strength, speed, and even healing injuries on their bodies, while smashing the heavy nail-studded hammer at the goblin warriors in front of her.

The two human archers were restrained by the goblin warriors, and Frank finally had time to hide his figure. Just as he gave up the forward pounce and wanted to hide, suddenly a sound of breaking wind came from behind him, which made the hairs on Frank's neck stand on end. Without thinking, Frank was about to display the shadow jump, when a khaki-colored halo suddenly enveloped him.

I don't know when, near the resting place where Frank and the others were, on top of a short-needle pine tree, a figure was waving an ancient bronze scepter, raising a cloud of ruby powder in his hand, and directly enveloped Frank's area within a ten-meter radius with a powerful spell - a 7th-order transmutation spell, Force Field Prison.

A powerful spell that only high-level mages and warlocks above level 14 can cast, is exactly the nemesis of spells such as mage teleportation and thief shadow jump.

Today there is only one chapter of 4000 words for the time being. I am not satisfied with my manuscripts and I am correcting them.