Green Monster Epic

Filled with unwillingness and helplessness, Allen struggled several times before making the most difficult choice.

"Teacher, are we really going south to kill demons?"

In contrast to Allen's helplessness, Kohr beside him was full of excitement at this moment, chirping and asking Allen questions.

In the few months since they left Allen's care, Kohr and the other youths had finally experienced the hardships and difficulties of adventurers. Through their experiences with employers and fellow adventurers, they were growing rapidly, and their faces showed a bit more maturity.

In the slow-moving, long caravan, Allen was walking slowly behind the group, leading Kohr and her clansmen to guard the rear of the Snow-Mane Tribe's transport team.

Faced with Kohr's inquiry, Allen just rolled his eyes at her. While the other youths had grown a lot mentally, Kohr, this violent element, didn't seem to have changed much. Kohr hadn't considered what kind of situation everyone would face now that Allen had taken on the Snow-Mane Tribe's mission. The only thing she cared about was perhaps finally having more opportunities to fight, and the opponents were the powerful and crazy demon army.

"Is killing demons so worth being happy about?"

Allen looked at the excited youth beside him and muttered to himself.

To be honest, Allen had wanted to refuse the mission given by Samir, the Snow-Mane Tribe's supervisor, because if he agreed to the other party's request, he couldn't predict how long he and Kohr and the other youths would stay on the Centaur Plains, or how many casualties it would take to meet the other party's requirements.

Besides the Snow-Mane Tribe, Allen wasn't without other options, such as his initial consideration, the Agina-Ka Tribe, which was also a goblin lineage. This powerful tribe had been able to control the Catoer Canyon for so many years without anyone shaking its position, which showed that this goblin tribe was outstanding in terms of both strength and wisdom.

But precisely because of these reasons, Allen excluded them. He was afraid that if he obtained a letter of recommendation through the Agina-Ka Tribe, he would likely be targeted by the other party and gradually have his own tribe annexed into the Agina-Ka Tribe.

This was not impossible. The Agina-Ka Tribe's methods and history were not too secretive. Allen could find out with a little inquiry, and if he spent some money, the information would be even more detailed.

At least, from the information Allen had learned, the Agina-Ka Tribe had done a lot of annexing of surrounding vassals in the past few hundred years, and most of these annexed tribes were goblin tribes. Perhaps because goblins had the disadvantage of reproductive isolation from other races, most goblin tribes were of a single goblin species. The only difference was whether the leader was a hobgoblin, earth goblin, or gnome.

Other large tribes, although they all had a race leading the tribe, the actual clansmen underneath came from complex backgrounds, almost encompassing most of the races in the wilderness. A kobold tribe, because it could reproduce with gnolls and humans, only showed a preference for a certain race in terms of appearance and essence, but this allowed a powerful kobold tribe to have gnoll branches in its clan composition.

Of course, the rules of the wilderness were inherently changeable, and the only constant was the truth of the strong preying on the weak.

Being annexed into a large tribe couldn't be blamed on others, only on one's own weakness. Allen knew the weakness of the Green Field Tribe, so he was unwilling to trade with the Agina-Ka Tribe, which was more closely related by blood, and chose to cooperate with the Snow-Mane Tribe, which had some conflicts and cooperation with the Agina-Ka Tribe.

However, if he really wanted to give up cooperating with the Snow-Mane Tribe, Allen might as well find Master Oscar and ask him to connect him with the Agina-Ka Tribe. However, in this way, the difficulties that Allen and the Green Field Tribe would face in the future would be greater, and they would need to be more careful.

Allen kept turning things over in his mind during the journey, analyzing the pros and cons, and reflecting on whether his choice was wrong.

In the end, he still felt that his choice might not be correct, but it should be the one that best met the current requirements of him and his tribe.

The Snow-Mane Tribe was not a kind person. If Allen wanted to rely on them to obtain a recommendation, it was normal for the other party to ask for a reward. Moreover, although the other party's request seemed a bit harsh, it also proved the value of a letter of recommendation. If it were not so difficult to obtain, the list of unregistered members in Mansa City would not only have a mere few hundred names.

Moreover, the qualification of this unregistered member would be renewed every 20 years, and any tribe that could not obtain a new recommendation would be directly removed from the list.

This was just an equivalent exchange. Thinking about it this way, Allen felt much more at ease.

"Stop!!!"

A command suddenly came from the front, and the entire transport team slowly stopped its advance. As a half-elf guard riding a warhorse galloped to Allen and his group, Allen's boring journey finally had a slight ripple.

"Commander Fischer orders that a small group of demon scouts are spying 500 yards east of our transport team. He wants your team to go and kill them."

The half-elf guard's tone was stern. After saying this, he gently kicked the horse's belly with his calf and turned his horse back to report the news without hesitation. As for whether Allen would take action next, and how he would act, that was not his concern.

This time, the transport team that Allen was in was a batch of supplies collected by the Snow-Mane Tribe to support the Centaur Plains. As a member of the Balance Faction, as the chaos of the demons in the wilderness was being quelled, the southward support plan that had been delayed and postponed before was once again put on the agenda.

The Snow-Mane Tribe certainly did not want to send its main force south to help the centaur army of the Centaur Plains resist the powerful demon army, but after experiencing the chaos of the evil god and personally feeling the madness and power of the demon army, the members of the wilderness had undergone no small changes in their attitude towards supporting the centaurs.

Especially the large tribes in the southern region, their actions and determination to support were even stronger, and their attitude was very tough in the Mansa City Council. Because they gradually understood that if the demons on the border of the Centaur Plains really invaded the wilderness, these tribes, whose strength was not as good as the three major centaur tribes and whose territory was scattered in various regions of the wilderness, would be even less likely to stop the demons.

With the support of the Balance Faction led by the Temple of Nature, the change in attitude of the members in the southern region meant that there were not too many waves in the subsequent council. However, there were many disputes among the various tribes over the number of tribal warriors and the amount of supplies to be sent out. However, in the end, everyone compromised, and the first batch of supplies and troop reinforcements began to move south, which was the reason for Allen's southward journey this time.

In addition to the supplies specifically collected for the Centaur tribe, Snow Mi's transport team also included over a thousand warriors, most of whom were about to participate in the war in the Centaur Grasslands. Among them, like Allen, there were many warriors who were drawn from other vassal tribes by the Snow Mi tribe, accounting for more than half of the total.

Only a company of 500 troll warriors, who were Snow Mi tribe members led by the troll chieftain Fischer, escorted over a hundred carts of supplies, slowly advancing towards the Centaur Grasslands.

"Alright, everyone, perk up!! When we charge later, make sure the formation doesn't get messed up!!"

"Follow my lead!!"

Allen called out loudly, and the team around Cole quickly assembled, arranged in their increasingly perfected formation.

Taking the lead, Allen rushed to the front, but in order to accommodate the pace of Cole and her teammates, Allen deliberately controlled his speed to avoid falling behind the team. Allen wasn't angry at all about being assigned this dirty work; instead, he felt it was a good opportunity for training.

After the previous failed cooperation with Richard, Allen had reflected and realized that he also needed to change his fighting style. Especially for this southward support operation, Allen would definitely fight alongside Cole and her tribesmen, so he needed to integrate into Cole's team, at least not disrupt their formation.

Behind the hills to the east, a demon army of nearly 50 was observing the transport team's route from afar. 3-4 Vrock demons were slowly gliding in the air, staring at Allen's team of only 15-16 people.

"Hehehe, fresh flesh!!!"

In the distance, a Gorefiend stood up, its stout body, several heads taller than the surrounding demons, took a step forward, and then roared excitedly.

This roar seemed to be a signal to attack. After the Vrocks in the air returned with information that it was temporarily safe, the Gorefiend, without any other concerns, directly charged to the front, a huge iron rod in its hand constantly waving as it moved.

A series of tremors came from the ground, and a battle between the two sides was imminent. Before the clash, Allen looked at Cole and the others behind him, seeing that everyone had a firm expression and magical fluctuations were already appearing around their bodies. Kliner, riding on his summoned creature, was now casting divine spells more and more skillfully, without the slightest hesitation even while running.

"I'll lure away the Gorefiend in front, you guys take care of the demons behind!!"

This was their first escort mission, and they encountered demons several times their number. Although Allen didn't know why Fischer, who was in charge of the team, only arranged for his team to attack, Allen, who had enough confidence in the strength of Cole and the others, didn't think this task was too difficult to complete.

After Allen reminded Cole and the others, his speed suddenly increased greatly, directly rushing out of the team. At the moment of engaging the Gorefiend, a Whirlwind Sword was directly unleashed, and within a radius of several meters, all that could be seen was the figure of the Bonecleaver's wide, heavy sword.

"Ding! Ding! Clang!"

"Puff!!"

Various sounds were endless. This time, Allen didn't use the Whirlwind Sword as a defensive move, and he finally saw the powerful destructive power of this sword technique.

Not only did it intercept the tall and strong Gorefiend, but even the dozen or so demons charging up behind the Gorefiend were stopped by the Whirlwind Sword, forced to wave their weapons to block or deploy their movements to avoid Allen's attack range.

Only in this way was the momentum of the opponent's charge mostly contained by Allen's sword technique, reducing a lot of trouble for Cole and the others who were subsequently covering and killing.

"Commander, should we move out or not?"

The troll commander Fischer, who was sitting in the middle of the long transport team, was surrounded by 100 troll cavalry, their mounts being jungle lizard with dense scales on their bodies, staring solemnly at the battle in the distance, already prepared to charge.

"Not for now, let's see the strength of these goblins first."

Fischer arranged for Allen and the others to attack the demons who had been following and observing their team in order to test the strength of Allen and his tribesmen. The sudden addition of Allen and his group of strangers was not a good thing for Fischer, who was in charge of the escort, because too many warriors in the wilderness had an obvious flaw, that is, disobedience and freedom.

This was the nature of the natives of the wilderness. Although it was not so difficult to correct, these brave warriors with personality did not meet the requirements of a qualified soldier for an army that might have to fight at any time.

Fischer's team escorting the transport team departed from the tribe east of the Cato Mountains and took almost more than 2 months to reach Mansa City. The reason why it took so long in the journey was because Fischer kept running the team with complex sources during the journey, at least making the warriors inside do the initial prohibition.

For this reason, Fischer did not kill less along the way, and no less than 10 vassal tribe warriors were killed by him personally, and finally there was the momentum of the current team.

Although Allen's group was not large in number, Fischer needed to understand and control the ability and personality of each warrior under his command. This was the most basic ability of a commander.

In the distance, after Allen stopped the most threatening Gorefiend, Cole and the others took over the remaining forty or so demons, and then formed a stable defensive formation, echoing each other to block the demon's attack.

Allen went all out with his skills from the beginning. With a large group of colleagues behind him, he at least didn't have to worry about being besieged by demons. On the contrary, he needed to solve the enemy in front of him as soon as possible, and then join Cole and the others to completely defeat this group of enemies and complete their mission.

Under the blessing of the Fury state, although Allen's height and size were inferior to the Gorefiend in front of him, the power contained in each weapon swing was no weaker than the opponent's, and even faintly suppressed the opponent's offensive.

Every time the weapons collided and swung, Allen and the Gorefiend would bring up bursts of strong wind and sword energy, and every time the attack missed and hit the ground, it would also set off bursts of ripples, and countless flying sand and stones would splash around with the trembling of the ground.

Without being driven away, Cole and the other demons avoided the battlefield of Allen and the two of them, and also freed up enough space for Allen and them.

Bonecleaver blocked horizontally with his sword, and the heavy iron rod smashed out a series of sparks, also leaving a shallow sword mark on the rod. Allen's feet sank, and after unloading the opponent's strength on the ground, he pounced back up, and the heavy chop directly formed halfway, slashing diagonally at the Gorefiend's thigh, and then was blocked by the opponent's iron rod, and at the same time, the opponent could not help shaking back.

Immediately, Allen changed his move, his arm unfolding to pull back the Bone Splitter that had been rebounded. After drawing an arc in mid-air, he followed the sword, directly stabbing towards his opponent's left rib. At this moment, the shadow of the opponent's staff had only been swung halfway, the force of the action not yet fully completed. Forced into a corner, the Berserker Demon could only take a large step back, evading Allen's direct thrust. Allen seized this opportunity, changing his direct thrust into a diagonal slash, creating a long spark on the opponent's thigh chainmail.

Although the successful move didn't directly injure his opponent, the heavy force still caused the Berserker Demon to stagger. The counterattack of the iron staff was slightly deformed, and Allen immediately seized the opportunity. However, he didn't completely dodge the shadow of the staff. After a sharp pain in his lower ribs, Allen took advantage of the situation to roll on the ground, unloading the force.

Allen, passing through from under the opponent's crotch, delivered another backhand sword strike. The blunt tip of the sword directly pierced the opponent's thick, fleshy buttocks, causing him to jump high off the ground.

Seeing his chance, Allen wasn't about to let it slip. He took a bow stance, accumulating power, and then unleashed a Triple Wave, slashing at the opponent's twisting body in mid-air.

"Clang! !"

The iron staff, swept back in time in mid-air, blocked Allen's Triple Wave. However, unable to borrow strength in mid-air, the Berserker Demon's body rose another meter before tumbling and falling to the ground.

During the opponent's counterattack, Allen landed even faster than the Berserker Demon, who had jumped into the air first. As soon as two clear footprints appeared on the ground, Allen's body launched again, directly charging towards the Berserker Demon, who was face-planting.

"Puff! ! !"

The Berserker Demon's figure directly transformed into a bubble in Allen's furious heavy strike, using the once-a-day High-Level Teleportation spell. When he reappeared, he was more than ten meters away from Allen.

A gray-brown Abyssal power enveloped the Berserker Demon's body. When his amber-colored vertical pupils glared at Allen again, they were filled with irrational madness. Then, restarting his steps, the ground shattered under his feet, and like a cannonball, he smashed directly towards Allen.

"Bang!"

With one strike, Allen was unharmed, but the ground where he had been standing directly shattered into pieces, and countless flying sand scattered. Some landed on Allen's leather armor, making crackling sounds, and the skin under the leather armor could feel a slight pain.

Faced with the opponent's soaring strength, Allen was not so flustered. He directly used the Ripple Step, changing his previous wide-open fighting style and beginning to entangle with the opponent.

"Puff! !"

In his berserk state, the Berserker Demon's reaction was even worse. Allen shamelessly weaved around under the opponent's armpits and crotch, constantly leaving small, shallow wounds on the opponent's body, continuously enraging him.

Until Allen delivered a fully charged Furious Heavy Strike, severing the Berserker Demon's entire left calf with one sword, the situation completely turned in Allen's favor.

The Berserker Demon wailed as he fell to the ground. With his left leg unable to support his body, his attacks were reduced to meaningless flailing.

A heavy strike descended from the sky, directly aiming for the head of the Berserker Demon, who was kneeling on the ground. In his madness, a hint of fear flashed in the Berserker Demon's eyes, and he unhesitatingly thrust the iron staff forward, directly striking Allen's chest.

Allen didn't dodge. His rich combat experience told him that before the shadow of the staff reached his body, he would have already split the opponent's body in two.

"Puff! !"

Allen retreated several steps, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. The Bone Splitter in his hand was gone. In his opponent, the Berserker Demon, a large sword was inserted into his chest. The Bone Splitter slashed diagonally down from the Berserker Demon's left shoulder, and at the end of its force, it tore open a nearly foot-long fatal wound on the opponent's body, along with the armor.

"Boom! !"

The Berserker Demon fell down like a giant rock. Allen gently stroked the wound on his body that felt like several ribs were broken. This was the trauma Allen suffered from the opponent's previous direct strike with the iron staff. After drinking a bottle of healing potion, Allen quickly walked to the Berserker Demon's body, pulled out the Bone Splitter standing on the opponent's corpse, and then directly charged towards the battlefield where Koer and the others were fighting fiercely.

"Give the order, prepare to set off."

In the distance, as Allen killed the powerful Berserker Demon, Fischer knew that in the following battle, they would no longer need to step forward.

"Yes."

The captain of the guard beside him looked at the distant battlefield with regret, reluctantly, and then gently kicked the mount under his feet to greet the team to prepare.

Fischer still didn't withdraw his gaze, but kept staring at the battlefield where Allen's team was fighting, his eyes twinkling with light, gradually adding a bit of appreciation.

With Allen's joining, the formation of the demon squad following behind their group gradually became chaotic. Of course, they didn't have any formation to begin with. It was just that with Allen's joining, they constantly charged and killed in the demon ranks, reducing a lot of pressure on Koer and the others, and also allowing their defensive formation to gradually begin to unfold, becoming more aggressive.

Koer and the others, mostly advanced warriors, were no longer passively defending. Although they each carried some scars, under Linnaeus's divine magic blessing, they began to exert powerful lethality.

Irene's figure constantly appeared behind the weak low-level demons, quickly disengaging after a successful strike, never lingering in battle; Treeborn and Anxi, these sword dancers, with the expansion of the formation, had a wider space to maneuver. With a display of swordsmanship, the sword shadows in their hands transformed into countless forms, like raindrops directly piercing towards their opponents; The most comfortable were still berserkers like Koer and Bush. Without any worries, they unleashed their Frenzy skills and charged to the forefront of the ranks. A thick and heavy weapon, with each swing, often had an attack range of several meters, killing the enemies in front of them in a flurry.

After a dozen breaths, Allen's Frenzy skill time ended, and his combat power also subsided, but this was no longer enough to affect the battle situation.

Of the demon team in front of them, only about half could still stand alive in front of Koer's team. On the other hand, in Koer's team, except for Brin, Havel and 3-4 other members who were seriously injured and temporarily withdrew from the team, most of the other goblin warriors still had strong combat power.

As for Allen, the main attacker, although he was currently in a period of weakness, with his peak high-level physique and strength, even in a period of weakness, his strength and mobility were not something that ordinary mid-level demons could match. Most of them, facing Allen's attack, only had the power to parry and no chance to fight back.

Finally, after another half a magic hour, accompanied by the first Vrock Demon soaring into the sky, gliding away into the distance, the other demons, already frightened and helpless, also turned around one after another, exposing their backs to Koer and the others, fleeing into the wilderness.

After another chase, after chasing out several miles, with Allen's rallying order issued, Koer and the others stopped their pursuit. Roughly looking, the number of demons who finally escaped was no more than ten.

"Quickly clean up the battlefield, and then catch up with the team!"

Allen was not blinded by the temporary victory and calmly instructed Koer and the others on the next actions.