Green Monster Epic

Chapter 325: Battlefield

The war drums thundered, banners fluttered densely, and the grassland, thick with the smell of gunpowder, was filled with a solemn and murderous aura, intimidating the group of young goblin warriors around Allen, each with a frosty look on their faces, their eyes fixed solemnly on the dark mass of demon troops ahead.

On the third day after Allen and his group arrived at the front lines, they were thrust onto the battlefield. Today was Allen's first time experiencing the atmosphere of the battlefield, participating in a battle involving over ten thousand people.

With numbers exceeding ten thousand, they covered the mountains and plains. Squadrons of various wilderness native warriors stood at the forefront, followed by squadrons of centaur warriors.

Centaur warriors almost universally possessed excellent javelin throwing skills, so they were often positioned in the mid-rear formations, first using their javelins for ranged attacks, and then launching mass cavalry charges.

Fortunately, the centaurs had powerful war talents, allowing them to use the strength of their race to halt the invasion of hundreds of thousands of demon troops. Had it been other wilderness tribes, even if a dozen large tribes gathered all their members to intercept, they might not have done as well as the centaurs.

Behind the formations were tall siege engines, like giant beasts, such as catapults, ballistae, and teams of spellcasters numbering in the dozens.

On the broad backs of hundreds of mammoths stood circular giant drums taller than bear goblins. Beside each giant drum stood a strong wilderness native, holding a drumstick made of nameless bone, quietly awaiting the command flags.

“PAK… MAM…”

The wilderness natives' unique shamanistic spellcasters chanted ancient magical languages, casting layers of enhancement spells, enveloping the formations in front. The priest corps summoned by the Temple of Nature were also not idle, casting divine spells such as Divine Accuracy, Bear's Heart, and Endless Stamina in all directions. The magical fluctuations slowly dissipated around them, like an invisible hand plucking at the strings of war, and soon, signals for commands began to drift through the air.

“Catapults, ready!!!”

“Ballistae, aim!!!”

“Boom! Boom! Boom…”

As the commands rang out, the giant drums on the tall mammoths behind the battle formation also began to emit earth-shattering roars, with a heavy sense of rhythm, gradually accelerating to strike out the nodes, conveying commands to the ears of the front-line formation commanders.

“Listen to my command, advance!!!”

“Listen to my command…”

Allen tightened his Bone Cleaver in his hand, looked back at the goblin warriors divided into two rows beside him, and then slowly advanced forward with the formation.

In the distance, the black mass of demons on the horizon began to emit various strange roars and howls, and then Tom strode forward with nimble steps, like an indestructible torrent, charging towards Allen's formation.

At the same time, a series of whistling sounds suddenly came from the sky. Giant boulders, casting shadows on the ground, shot towards the demon army. Scythe-shaped blades rose from the bowstrings of the bird-winged ballistae, then transformed into nimble flying swallows, rotating and falling into the demon battle formation.

“Woo…~ ~ ~ ~”

“Boom!! Boom!! Boom ~ ~ ~ ~”

The boulders landed on the ground, stirring up ripples, countless demon bodies and corpses flying, and gaps appeared in the surging demon ranks, which were quickly filled by other demons.

Wide blades rotated and flew in the demon ranks, all the demons in their path being cut in half at the waist, until the blades' power was exhausted, leaving behind a pile of corpses.

“Stop! ! !”

“Front row, prepare! ! Raise your weapons! ! !”

“100 yards! ! !”

“50 yards! ! !”

“Prepare to meet the enemy! ! !”

“Kill… … … …”

“Boom! Boom boom! ! !”

“Bang! ! !”

The strength of an individual was as small as a grain of dust in the desert at this time. Allen only felt a great force coming, and he only knew to use all his strength to withstand the constant pressure from the front. Beside him, a series of wails and sounds of fighting rang out. When Allen regained his vision, only one in ten of the warriors in the first three rows of the formation were still alive, and a mixed team of hundreds of low- and mid-level demons had pounced on Allen.

“Whoosh! ! !”

The Bone Cleaver directly shot out two powerful Qi Strikes, and several low-level demons that came head-on were caught off guard and immediately had deep marks cut into their vitals. Before the injured low-level demons could retreat, their demon companions directly trampled over their bodies and continued to charge at Allen. In the gaps, it was vaguely visible that several demons injured by Allen did not die by Allen's sword, but instead became sacrifices under the trampling of their companions, from constantly struggling at the beginning to gradually losing their breath, all in the space of a dozen breaths.

However, in this short period of time, more than a dozen demons had already fallen under Allen's Bone Cleaver. He didn't even have time to use the so-called Triple Wave or Qi Strike. The simpler and clearer the moves, the more effective they were in this kind of battle.

The basic sword skills honed over decades were now instinctively wielded by Allen, repeatedly slashing at the demons in front of him. Chopping, stabbing, slashing, sweeping… Allen only knew to repeatedly swing the Bone Cleaver, using the simplest moves to block the attacks coming at him. Fortunately, his body had been honed to the extreme of mortals, which allowed him to persevere.

Occasionally, heavy blows left marks, deep or shallow, on the python scale armor on Allen's body, or simply tore Allen's scale armor directly, leaving wounds on Allen's body. This python scale armor was the last of the three sets of scale armor that Allen had kept for himself. The other two sets had already been damaged in the battles of these years. However, it seemed that the set he was wearing now would probably follow in the footsteps of the previous two sets before long, turning into useless garbage.

The injuries on his body gradually increased, but Allen had no time to deal with them. The only thing he could do was free up his left hand and pour a bottle of healing potion into his mouth at random, coupled with his own recovery ability, to temporarily stop the bleeding from the wound.

Behind him, Kouer, Bush, and a group of goblin youths had already gathered together. After the first wave of the demon army's charge, Snowme's thousand-man formation was almost broken. Out of habit, Kouer and her companions had returned to their adventuring formation, doing their best to defend, which allowed them to persevere behind Allen.

Although it was called a defensive formation, Kouer and her companions were actually fighting on their own most of the time. There were not many times when they could cooperate with each other as they did during their adventures, because the constantly surging demons in front of them left them completely unable to take care of other things. They could only grit their teeth and squeeze out every bit of strength in their bodies to resist the fierce attacks of the demons in front of them. They just didn't notice that two familiar goblin faces had fallen beside them, and the increasing number of wounds on their bodies were gradually weakening them.

Overhead, javelins tore through the air, plunging into the rear of the demon army, delaying the replenishment of the demon ranks, which created a chance for the warriors of the wilderness in the front formation to catch their breath.

As the demon army's charge gradually came to an end, and there were no more demon reinforcements to replenish them, the counterattack of the wilderness natives and centaur formations finally began.

“Cavalry, charge! ! !”

Behind Allen and his group, the Fischer troll team, which still maintained most of its integrity, split a passage in the melee warrior team, and then the snake lizard cavalry, who had been resting for a long time, gently kicked the abdomen of the snake lizards under their seats, slowly instilling Battle Qi into the snake lizards to help their partners better increase their speed and activate their power.

“Boom boom boom ~ ~ ~”

The centaur formations in the mid-rear ranks, which maintained relatively complete formations, finally launched their charge after the last round of javelin throwing, following the commands issued by the drumbeats, all striding out with their nimble and strong horse bodies, holding spears made of refined iron, and began to gallop on the grassland.

Accompanied by a thunderous and magnificent earth-shaking sound, centaur cavalry formations began to intersperse into the battlefield where demons and wilderness tribes were fighting, cutting the chaotic battlefield into independent battle situations. At the same time, the well-organized armies of powerful tribes in the front formations also began to display their power, such as the Snowme snake lizard cavalry team that was now cleaning up the demon ranks in front of Allen and his group.

A strong berserker demon in front of them was targeted by the snake lizard cavalry. Although the narrow and crowded battlefield environment meant that the speed of the snake lizard cavalry could only be maintained at a relatively slow level, when the spears in the hands of a dozen mid-level knights at the front of the team were aligned, carrying powerful potential energy, kinetic energy, and physical strength as one, the berserker demon only swept away the spears of the first two troll warriors, knocking a knight off and being trampled into mincemeat by the rampaging snake lizard. It itself was also pierced by several large holes under the dozens of spears that followed closely behind.

Then, dozens of spears and hundreds of snake lizard legs directly left countless marks on the berserker demon's body. Finally, when the cavalry team left the area, only a demon corpse with only a skeleton remained on the ground, having lost all its shape.

Only at this time did Allen finally have gaps in front of him, and the demons rushing towards him gradually became sparse, with no more subsequent source.

When his vision regained clarity, the ground was thickly covered with layers of demon and wilderness native corpses, and the grass was also stained red and corroded into mottled colors by blood, just like the grass in the camp where Allen and his group had been stationed before. It turned out that such a tragic event had also happened there before.

“Boom boom boom boom! ! … …”

Urgent drumbeats sounded, and then Fischer's hoarse roar came from behind Allen: “Everyone, charge! ! ! ! !”

Although exhausted, Allen regained his fighting spirit when the command rang out. He looked back at the thinning goblin ranks, not having time to see which child was missing, waved his hand, and shouted: “Follow me, don't fall behind! ! ! !”

A group of people dragged their tired bodies, emitting rapid or slow breaths, and together with their surviving companions and comrades, launched their counterattack towards the demon's position.

By sunset, the pursuit had gradually stopped. After the drumbeats issued a ceasefire order, the wilderness warriors dragged their tired bodies, with carefree and heroic smiles on their faces, and roared to the sky.

The newly arrived 50,000 wilderness reinforcements were immediately thrown into the battlefield. Under the personal command of the centaur legendary general Akhmad, the dozens of miles of battlefield that had been nibbled away step by step for more than three months were recaptured.

By sunset, the prairie did not dim, but instead, flames rose in clusters. The centaur and wilderness tribe armies were clearing the battlefield, burning the tens of thousands of corpses left by their own side and the demons, to prevent the demons from taking them back and using them as energy for blood and flesh altars, replenishing their hard-won troops if the upcoming battles were unfavorable again.

Allen didn't know how many wilderness natives died in this grand battle, nor how many demons lost their lives. He only knew that two of the 15 goblin new generation he brought out died in this battle. The corpses of the earth goblin Javier and the bear goblin Shalin were now a raging fire, gradually turning into coke and ashes under the gaze of Allen and a group of silent and solemn goblin companions.

Long after, the burning logs gradually died out, and Allen regained his energy, blandly and indifferently instructing: "Collect their ashes and bury them in our cemetery after we return home."

"Yes!"

A group of teenagers couldn't be as free and easy as Allen. A faint sadness still remained in their eyes. They carefully collected the ashes from the burning pile and placed them in a wooden jar, then handed them to Allen to store in his dimensional bag.

It was the first time Linnaeus had seen familiar companions turn into cold corpses and turn into a pile of gray and white ashes before his eyes. A cluster of crystal tears appeared in his eye sockets, but he forcibly held back from falling down his face. After spending more than half a year together, everyone treated this youngest dwarf goblin as a younger brother and took care of him a lot on weekdays. Now that two familiar faces were suddenly gone, and thinking that he would never see their voices and smiles again, a wave of sadness filled Linnaeus's heart and lingered for a long time.

"Alright, there may be a big battle tomorrow, get back to your tents and rest!!"

Ignoring the sad emotions of the teenagers, Allen slapped Leonard's little head, glared at him to hold back his tears, and shouted to send the young goblins back to the felt tents to rest.

No one knew how things would be arranged next. For himself and for this group of teenagers, Allen couldn't watch them sink like this.

The next day, as expected, another fierce battle broke out. The demon lord who had been defeated and repelled yesterday was unwilling after a night of rest and launched a counterattack against Akhmad's front-line army again.

The Snow Mibu tribe's phalanx was already incomplete. Yesterday's battle had wiped out the vassal tribe warriors he had arranged in the front row. Later, his own clan's troops also suffered a lot of damage when they launched a counterattack. By the time of last night's rest, a thousand-man team had only less than six hundred people left.

Therefore, in the battle on the second day, Snow Mibu's phalanx was arranged in a relatively rear position, and did not act as the front line to resist the demon lord's advancing tide like yesterday.

At this time, Allen and Cole's team of surviving goblin warriors had become the front row of the phalanx, and they could just have a panoramic view of the fierce fighting situation in the front phalanx.

Spears rained down from the sky, as well as heavy boulders, and bird-wing giant crossbow blades with strange whistling sounds, like painful swallowtails, descended from the sky into the demon army, setting off bursts of air waves. Huge fireballs flew from behind and smashed into the distant demon ranks, or simply dissipated in mid-air; rays of milky white light that dispelled magic intercepted various kinds of spells flying from the rear ranks of the demon army.

The wilderness tribe phalanx in front, like a pillar in the middle of a rushing river, stood deeply on the grassland, resisting the fierce charges of the demon tide. Countless wilderness warriors fell in front of the demons, and then the warriors in the rear ranks held back the demons who broke through the gap.

Teams of centaur warriors patrolled behind the front phalanx. Any wilderness deserter who dared to show cowardice and attempted to flee the battlefield was stopped by these centaur warriors and beheaded in front of them. Cries and pleas for mercy rose and fell, but facing the icy face of the centaur warriors, they either turned back to launch an attack on the demon ranks, or they could only die under the swords of their comrades.

A small number of demons began to rush out from the gaps between the phalanxes, and were then intercepted by Allen's phalanx. Compared with yesterday's battle, Allen's response was much easier now. Even if they were at the front of the phalanx at this time, the pressure was not as heavy as yesterday.

With the pressure reduced, Allen appeared more at ease. He could have used more exquisite tactics, but in the end, he gave them all up. Yesterday's battle made him understand that the single combat and group fights when adventuring were completely two concepts from the phalanx battles. There was not so much opportunity and time on the battlefield to allow you to use skills like the Three叠浪 and the Rage斬, but rather the various simple basic combat skills were more effective.

Allen, who was good at summarizing and absorbing experience, began to consciously restrain his fancy and cumbersome tactics at this time, and instead used various basic moves of the greatsword, only seeking to make his movements more concise and efficient.

Except for the Heavy斬, Allen gave up other tactics, and then began to coordinate the actions of his clansmen such as Cole and Bush. 3-4 people dealt with the attacks of 6-7 demons. From the initial chaos, they gradually became relaxed and comfortable. Until the dull and rapid drumbeats suddenly sounded again on the battlefield, and Fisher shouted to charge, Allen and his team disrupted their steady formation and rushed towards the fierce battlefield in front.

At this moment, three powerful demons as big as hills suddenly rose in the sky. When one of the figures rose, a cloud of crimson red surrounded its feet, and the air seemed to be evaporated into a blur by the intense high temperature. The pair of unfolded fleshy wings, not even waving once, had sparks rising, covering half the sky, setting off the other party's stalwart figure with a pair of slender demon horns on its head, and its aura was very majestic.

"Wastes of the material world, dare to block the advance of the mighty Lorell, have you... prepared to meet Lorell's wrath?"

The large demon flying in the air spoke in a common language with a bit of an accent, proclaiming its existence to the surroundings.

Behind it, a soul-judging demon that Allen could recognize, and a six-armed snake demon that was at least 10 times larger, also stared at the wilderness warriors like ants on the ground with crazy expressions. Layers of pressure descended from the sky, enveloping the hearts of both sides' warriors regardless of friend or foe, making their fighting actions become heavier and more difficult.

Of course, there were also a few high-level peak powerhouses who were not affected by the legendary pressure, such as Allen, who was now wielding a bone-chopper with standard chopping actions.

In the sky, clusters of fireballs larger than Allen's head suddenly descended, smashing into the ranks of the wilderness tribe warriors below. After bursts of air waves, countless warriors were thrown off their feet, and the originally high morale was immediately suppressed.

"Swoosh!!!"

Suddenly, a dark lightning bolt shot from the horizon behind, directly flying towards the Balor Flame Demon's eyes, which were like a huge target, and was easily intercepted by the other party waving its fleshy wings.

"Lorell, do you really think there is no one in my wilderness?"

The dark lightning revealed its true face, but it was a heavy and thick spear more than 2 meters long. Although it was knocked away by the Balor Flame Demon's wing, it quickly stabilized the spear shaft, as if someone was controlling it, and flew back directly, finally falling into the hands of a figure also flying in the air.

"Today, I will let you dirty guys be buried in the prairie!!"

In the sky, a centaur with a graceful figure and wearing silver-white scale armor walked in the air. Its four hooves stepped on the empty air, but it seemed as if something was supporting its movements, flying towards the three legendary demons that suddenly appeared, seemingly slow but actually fast.

Behind the centaur, a kobold with a hunched body but holding an unmatched heavy shield and a one-handed hammer, a bear goblin with a sturdy body and a bear nose like Allen's, and a half-elf holding a gray-brown staff and wearing a cyan-gray robe, flew out at the same time. Only the centaur in front dropped a sentence, and then plunged into the three demons in front without hesitation.

On the ground, several wilderness native phalanxes quickly spread out towards the surroundings, regardless of the demons entangled with them, taking this opportunity to chase and beat them fiercely, causing as much damage as possible. Behind, the wilderness phalanxes that were originally about to launch a charge, as the commanders issued emergency orders, although they did not stop, they also drew arcs far away, bypassing the fierce battle of those few powerful and fierce figures in the sky.

Boom!!!

A cloud of fire covering half the sky made Allen on the ground feel as uncomfortable as if he was in a furnace, and breathing became difficult. Then, suddenly, a burst of icy and biting snow floated in the sky. When the snowflakes fell on a certain wilderness native or demon, the entire body of the other party was frozen and solidified by the ice in a short period of time, and finally, after being smashed hard by the enemy's weapon, it turned into countless pieces of scattered ice crystals on the ground.

The seven figures fought more and more fiercely, but at the same time, their figures also flew higher and higher, until they disappeared and completely flew into the sky tens of thousands of meters high. In the end, they could only hear and see bursts of roaring in the high sky, as well as various colors of light that occasionally reflected half the sky.

On the ground, Allen and the others could finally regroup and continue to charge towards the demons, and a fierce battle continued.