Green Monster Epic

Due to the added burden of a group slowing them down, Fisher's team's marching speed was greatly reduced. It wasn't until after they separated in the Galle Valley area that the supply train's speed picked up again.

Of course, during this time, Allen and his people also gained a lot. After spending more than a month together learning, Allen could now ride on horseback freely without worrying about falling off. Although Allen still couldn't gallop freely, let alone fight on horseback like a knight, he at least learned a lot about the benefits of riding.

As a pragmatist, Allen had never liked raising large livestock in the Green Field Tribe unless these livestock were useful for the tribe's development and didn't consume the tribe's produced grain. Therefore, the most raised animals in Green Lake Village are still oxen that can cultivate the land and be fed with fodder. Even grass-eating goats are rarely raised, let alone packhorses for pulling carts.

Because, in Allen's view, the tribe had plenty of manpower. It was better to save the grain used to raise livestock and buy or adopt more goblins to accumulate the tribe's foundation.

However, the demeanor of the human cavalry had initially shaken Allen's thinking, and then the charge of a hundred lizardmen cavalrymen had a drastic impact on Allen's mind. It turned out that cavalry charging in a large, organized formation was so powerful. The torrent of steel passed over the ground, emitting a thunderous vibration, sweeping away the enemies and targets that stood in its way, unstoppable, as if nothing could hinder the torrent's advance.

If Allen had only been moved in his heart before and had the idea of forming a cavalry, then now he had unparalleled confidence in this idea. Even if there were many difficulties ahead, it would probably not be able to stop him.

That's Allen's character. Once his ideas and beliefs are completely firm, the rest is to turn them into action and realize them.

Just in time, Fisher took the opportunity to rescue the Sunite Tribe and escort them to the Galle Valley to extort them fiercely, directly obtaining half of the livestock that the tribe had painstakingly raised for thousands of years. Of course, due to the long journey and being far away from the Snowmite Tribe's territory, Fisher voluntarily gave up the tribe's young livestock. In the end, the number of cattle and horses obtained was nearly two thousand.

This huge number of livestock, although a great gain for the supply train, actually brought more trouble. Not only did it require manpower to take care of them every day, but it also cost some grain to feed them.

And after passing through the Galle Valley, they would enter the territory of the Dayan Khan Tribe, one of the three major human-horse royal court tribes, which was also the closest to the human kingdom's territory. From then on, the scale of the demon-infested teams encountered by the supply train became larger and the frequency increased. Fisher didn't dare to use extra manpower for grazing.

At this time, he was already a little regretful, and being greedy for a moment's advantage had brought him such a big trouble.

Therefore, in order to solve the problem, Fisher simply distributed rewards to the warriors who had contributed along the way. Allen and the goblin teenagers like Kerr also received a high-quality Mondo warhorse each as a reward from Fisher for their efforts in killing enemies during the battle.

Mondo warhorses, an excellent horse breed that the Sunite Tribe has been cultivating for hundreds of years. From the withers to the ground, the Mondo warhorses are 1.5-6 meters tall. When Allen, a strong man nearly two meters tall, rides on one, his ankles are still far from the ground. They are warhorses suitable for the height of bear goblins.

“Rumble ~ ~ ~”

A team of galloping centaur warriors roared past the Snowmite supply train. As they got closer and closer to the Sutu Lake area where the Dayan Khan Tribe's royal court was located, the number of centaur patrols also increased.

Facing the Snowmite and other wilderness tribes that came to support, these centaur warriors often had indifferent and distant faces and rarely greeted Fisher and the others, except for routine inspections of waist tags and documents.

Of course, after Allen and the others entered the Sutu Lake area, they also encountered several batches of supply trains from large wilderness tribes. Everyone gathered into a huge convoy and slowly headed towards the Dayan Khan Tribe's royal court.

The Dayan Khan Tribe's royal court, Derig, means the place where the sun rises in the human-horse language. It is said that it was the place where the centaur god Chiron was enshrined in his early years, so it has always been regarded as the most sacred place by the centaurs.

Sutu Lake, located close to Derig, provides abundant freshwater resources for Derig, the grassland royal court, and is also the confluence of countless streams and tributaries like a spider web.

From a distance, Derig doesn't seem to be anything special. There are no magnificent building complexes, nor towering city walls. The only thing there is is felt tents made of animal skins and wood, stretching for more than ten miles.

Especially in the past year or so, countless centaur tribes have responded to the call of the three major royal courts, and tribal teams supported by tribes from all over the wilderness have arrived, making the felt tents in the royal city of Derig reach their peak.

The arrival of the Snowmite support team did not cause much ripples in the royal city of Derig. Even the centaur official who received Fisher was late after Fisher and the others waited for more than half a magic hour.

After a simple handover of supplies, the centaur official took Fisher and the others to a clearing on the outskirts of the southern part of the capital, casually marked off a piece of land, left a sentence saying it was their rest area, and then left.

Looking at the departing centaur, Fisher's eyes were full of dissatisfaction, but soon, he readjusted his mentality and ordered his subordinates to start setting up camp and resting.

Originally, Allen thought that they would rest here in Derig for a while, but he didn't expect that two days later, their team would be ready to restart their journey and advance to the front line further south under Fisher's command.

At this point, their team was about to be disbanded again. One team of more than 500 people would embark on the return journey because they had completed the task of transporting supplies. The remaining team of 1,000 people, led by Fisher, would join the 50,000-strong army led by the centaur legendary general Ahmad Baker, and after some preparation, they would go south to participate in the war to block the demon army.

“Listen to me, the formation you are assigned to now will be the formation you need to maintain when you enter the battle later! ! ”

“Anyone who dares to act recklessly and mess up the formation of your team, I will twist off your heads and use them as chamber pots! ! ! ”

“Remember the faces of your companions around you… … ”

“Do you understand? ”

“Yes ~ ~ ”

“Good ~ ~ ~ ”

Although Fisher had been intentionally honing and integrating this group of rabble along the way, when it came to going to the battlefield, he still had to obey General Ahmad's orders and combine his team of a thousand into a stable phalanx in order to better fight on the battlefield.

At this time, Fisher, with his dark, withered troll face, shouted fiercely at the team that had formed a scattered phalanx. In response to him, there was a group of scattered, uneven, and chaotic voices, which made Fisher's already blue-black face even dimmer.

The only thing that made him a little gratified was the 500 warriors of the Snowmite Tribe in the rear of the phalanx. At this time, the formation was neat and their expressions were solemn. This was a team worthy of Fisher's trust.

Allen and his 12 tribesmen stood in the front-middle section of the team. Leonard and Tom were separated and stayed in General Ahmad's spellcasting team, which relieved Allen a little. After all, Leonard, as a spellcaster, could not fight on the front line, but was gathered together and placed in the rear. As for Tom, the short goblin, was also assigned to be Leonard's guard due to Fisher's care, and was placed in the rear of the central army together.

As for Erin, the girl, Fisher arranged for her to be in the scout team and did not directly participate in the battle.

Large-scale army formation battles naturally cannot be as chaotic as adventurers. If you want to exert the advantage of numbers, you must have neat and artistic phalanxes to launch group charges or defenses to reflect its value.

Allen and their performance along the way made Fisher very satisfied, especially Allen and Kerr who obeyed the arrangements and had a strong sense of discipline, so Fisher put their team in the front-middle section of the phalanx when arranging the formation. Although Allen and the foremost warriors were only 2-3 rows apart, on the battlefield, the difference of these 2-3 rows of formations is often the distance between the living and the dead.

To put it bluntly, everyone knows that the team at the forefront of the phalanx has always been the cannon fodder soldiers of the phalanx. When it comes to engaging in battle, these people often become the first batch of casualties on the battlefield at the first moment of confrontation with the enemy.

“Disperse ~ ~ ~ ~ ”

“Form up ~ ~ ~ ”

Practicing tirelessly again and again, Allen and Kerr and their tribesmen all had serious and earnest eyes. The guys who were not serious were often beaten on the head by Allen, causing them to howl. In order to give the teenagers more chances to survive on the battlefield, Allen had also exhausted his efforts.

While practicing like this, they waited to gather other reinforcements. A month later, Allen and the others arrived at the front line where they were fighting the demons.

From a distance, you could hear all kinds of roars of killing, the clash of blades, and dull, thunderous footsteps. Streaks of smoke soared into the sky, which were the flames caused by the spellcasters' fireballs, lightning balls, and other spells, burning corpses and grasslands.

No wild animals dared to set foot on this land. Even the vultures in the sky, who had always preyed on carrion and dead bodies, stayed far away.

From time to time, there was a burst of coercion. Several lonely figures in the sky occasionally crossed and separated. Often when they crossed, a vision would appear in the sky, covering half of the sky. Those were legendary powerhouses restraining each other.

“Garrison in place! ! ! ”

The team of tens of thousands of people was long and winding. When it came to setting up camp, looking around, it was as if they were seeing the Dayan Khan Tribe's royal capital, Derig, with dense felt tents stretching endlessly.

The warriors withdrawn from the front lines had faces filled with numbness and coldness. They didn't even want to glance at the newly arrived reinforcements, only wanting to sleep as soon as they could, or grabbing mutton and beef, replenishing their energy with gusto.

Only warriors who had persevered on the fierce battlefield for more than a month could be considered qualified soldiers. And clearly, at this moment, even a high-level warrior as strong as Allen, who had just rushed in from the rear, didn't command the awe that people in peaceful places like Mansha City held for them.

Individual strength, unless it surpassed the mortal realm to become legendary or above, had no room to be displayed in the face of tens of thousands of troops fighting each other.

Allen and Koer's status was still considered good because they were at least advanced warriors. Compared to other tribal teams with many low-level warriors, Allen and his team could even have an independent camp. Even Eileen, the little girl, would return to be with her little sister Koer after completing her daily reconnaissance missions.

After all, their team wasn't a regular army. The warriors came from a dozen or so vassal tribes under Snomi's command, and like Allen, they were using the name of the Snomi tribe to fulfill their responsibilities to the Snomi tribe.

Fisher certainly wouldn't have too many expectations for such a team. As long as they could help his tribesmen reduce some pressure, it would be considered that they had completed their mission.

It was Allen's first time experiencing the battlefield, especially when the battlefield was only a dozen miles away from the garrison, and he could smell the scent of war in the air. Allen's heart was still uneasy. As a goblin who tended to overthink, Allen looked at the tribesmen who had just fallen asleep in the felt tent, wondering how many of them would still be alive to return when they had accumulated enough merits.

When he came out, Allen only wanted to take Koer and the other children to train. He never thought that one day he would bring them to such a dangerous front line. Thinking of the orderly actions of the regular army of the Snomi tribe on the grassland before, and the combat methods they displayed, which were completely different from the chaotic fighting style of the Green Plains, he felt a deep sense of worry.

He didn't even have the confidence to survive the fighting among the Snomi cavalry, let alone stubbornly resist and inflict damage on the cavalry. That would be a joke.

"Clang clang!! Clang clang!!!"

"Ah ~ ~ ~ ~"

In the middle of the night, a burst of fighting and wailing suddenly erupted, along with various warning sounds. Allen dragged the Bone Chopper in one hand, while kicking and waking up the teenagers around him. Then, he was the first to crawl out of the felt tent.

There were figures running around in a chaotic manner. Allen held the Bone Chopper and looked around. Under the Dark Vision talent, Allen's vision was almost the same as during the day, but he didn't find any demons with the aura of sulfur and ferocious faces.

It wasn't until Koer and the other teenagers, in a panic, put on their armor and dragged their weapons out of the felt tent that they heard someone shouting orders from afar.

"Get back to sleep!!!"

"What's with the screaming in the middle of the night!!!"

"Anyone who leaves the felt tent without permission will be beheaded!!!"

"… … … …"

Gradually, the military camp returned to calm, and Allen and the others were left with a dazed look, completely unaware of what had happened. Just as he was about to take Koer and the others back to the felt tent to rest, a troll warrior walked over and stopped him.

"Commander Fisher orders that your team be responsible for tonight's patrol and guard duty."

"Yes."

Allen had no choice but to nod lightly in agreement, then called out a group of tribesmen and began their patrol journey.

In the huge military camp, Allen and the others patrolled back and forth along the periphery once, which took more than a magic hour. Fortunately, there was a team of centaur veterans leading them, which prevented Allen and the others from getting lost in this unfamiliar military camp.

"Looking for death!!"

A kobold warrior, as if he had lost his soul, suddenly crawled out of a felt tent, uttering a series of strange cries. Then, he was reprimanded by the centaur captain leading the team. After seeing that the kobold warrior had no reaction, the captain directly raised the spear in his hand and thrust it into his chest, and the kobold warrior lost his life, and the strange cries in his mouth stopped abruptly.

"These guys are cowards who have been frightened on the battlefield. They go crazy after falling asleep at night!!"

The centaur captain, Carlo, who had just killed someone, saw the fleeting disgust and incomprehension in Allen's eyes. Thinking that there would probably be more scenes like this tonight, he patiently explained to Allen in a cold tone.

"The most feared thing in the military camp is these kinds of guys. If you don't suppress them in time, they are likely to involve more soldiers in panic, eventually causing problems with the encampment!"

"The riot just now was because you newcomers didn't dare to be ruthless, allowing these guys to stir up the military camp!!"

"… … … …"

Allen's boring knowledge increased again. No one would have thought that such a small matter could have such a big impact.

After understanding his companion's actions, Allen stopped dwelling on it. After a night of patrolling, they jointly suppressed several such behaviors. Gradually, the centaur captain Carlo also became more talkative with Allen, the clever gnoll captain.

"… To be honest, the previous battles were very unfavorable for us. More than 10,000 soldiers went up today, but only 3,000 survived."

What Allen cared most about was naturally the situation on the front lines. Now that he finally had a companion who was familiar with the situation, he naturally inquired about this aspect of things. Fortunately, the centaur captain Carlo was also a talkative person. Plus, if you don't do something to pass the time during patrol, it's really difficult to endure. So, once Carlo started talking, he couldn't stop.

"If General Ahmad had come half a month later, I'm afraid our front line would have had to retreat dozens of miles."

"Are the demons in front really inexhaustible?"

"How could they be inexhaustible!!"

"Demonic armies are constantly rushing over from the human side. It is said that in a place called the Lionheart Kingdom, half of the territory has been occupied by demons."

"There are as many humans over there as there are livestock on our grasslands. Once a few large cities are captured by demons, they can summon tens of thousands of demonic armies."

"On the battlefield, the corpses of us and the demons are eventually dragged away by the demons and sent to that flesh and blood altar. After opening the passage, another batch of demons can be summoned."

"During the day, did you see the legends fighting in the sky? Those were the big shots on our side who found a flesh and blood altar and suddenly sneaked over to attack and destroy the opponent's altar. However, there are often demon powerhouses above the legendary level sitting guard next to these altars. If the legendary adults who go to sneak attack are not careful, they will be ambushed and assassinated by the other party."

"I remember that at least 8 legendary adults died in the battle to destroy the flesh and blood altar."

"… … … …"

Allen's expression was gloomy. Sometimes, knowing too much doesn't seem like a good thing, because it will disturb people's hearts and make people less calm. However, Allen quickly recovered. He had no way out at this time. He had already come this far, and it seemed unreasonable to turn back.

As the saying goes, you have to give to get. If he wants to gain a foothold in Mansha City, then he must do his best to fight.

"How long will it be before our reinforcements go to the battlefield?"

"It will probably be soon. It is estimated that the first batch of warriors will depart after dawn, and even if the remaining troops stay here, the time will not be too long."

"Who!!"

Suddenly, just as Allen and the others were chatting enthusiastically, Allen noticed dozens of ghostly figures in his peripheral vision, quietly crawling towards the northern grassland. At that time, Allen shouted without hesitation. It was as if his shout had triggered a signal. The dozen or so figures immediately stood up from crawling and ran away without looking back.

"A bunch of cowards!!"

Carlo looked at the departing figures with contempt. Although his vision in the dark was not as clear as Allen's, it did not prevent him from judging the true faces of these guys.

"Kill them!!"

With an order, Allen's team and the centaur team attacked at the same time, chasing after the figures running wildly in front.

"Swish swish!! Swish swish!!"

While charging, the centaur warriors waved their arms and threw heavy javelins into the distance, and a figure would fall in response from time to time. At the same time, the centaur warriors' hooves flew, and their speed did not decrease. The impact of shooting on them in a galloping state was minimal. When they caught up with the opponent, the javelins of this team of centaur warriors turned into spears, and they directly interspersed through the gathering place of the fleeing team.

Figures flew out one after another. When the centaur warriors transformed from javelin throwers into cavalry, their power was equally strong. Basically, before Allen's team could do anything, the dozen or so warriors of the centaur team had almost killed this group of ghosts.

After a while, as the last escapee was pierced through the back by a javelin from Carlo and pinned to the ground, the battle finally came to an end.

At this time, Allen realized that these ghostly figures were just a group of wilderness companions who had suddenly developed cold feet after arriving on the battlefield and wanted to escape.

Such guys were already commonplace on the front lines. Carlo and his companions had calm expressions, without any waves at all. On the contrary, the gnoll warriors of Koer's group had some contempt in their eyes when they looked at these cowards.

Such things were not uncommon during the night patrol. Anyway, by the time dawn broke, Allen and Koer and the other warriors had some stinky blood stains on their bodies. They hadn't even gone to the battlefield yet, but Allen's hands were already covered in blood, and the source of the blood was a group of wilderness natives who should have been comrades.