Green Monster Epic

In the following half month, news of an assassin demon frantically attacking wilderness patrol teams in the buffer zone of the long battle line caused Allen some concern.

Bush's life was ultimately saved after spending 50 merit points to enlist the help of a high-ranking priest from the Oak Temple, who properly treated the accumulated blood in Bush's chest and the wound in his heart, preventing any major impact on Bush's future strength improvement.

However, after suffering such a serious injury, it was somewhat difficult for Bush to go out again to perform military service missions. In addition, Kouer, Treeborn, and the others had also sustained some injuries, so Allen simply let everyone rest for a while, no longer frequently following him to complete tasks and accumulate merit points.

In the past few months, Allen and his team had basically not rested. Although Fischer's Snowme Great Brigade could not leave the front line, they at least rested on the position for a few days each month to give the tribesmen a vacation; only Allen led his tribesmen to work every day without fail, even if it was just a front-line stationing and guard duty mission worth 3 or 5 merit points, they took it without hesitation.

In Fischer's eyes, these guys were completely tireless constructs, but thanks to these guys, the trolls of Snowme were very idle, at least they didn't have to worry about those chicken rib missions worth three dates and two jujubes, how good it was to have a few more days of leisure!

People who were born and raised in large tribes like them, how would they know how diligent and hardworking Allen and the others were every day in order to live a better life in the Green Plains, tempering their bodies, hunting animals and beasts, etc., which was not more difficult than staying on the defense line and looking out at the sentry post now.

However, it was also because of their previous diligence that when Allen asked Fischer to let the team rest for a few days, the other party readily agreed without too much difficulty.

Then, news came of the buffer zone's demon assassin single-handedly attacking teams of wilderness patrols.

When Allen heard this news, his first reaction was that this assassin was definitely the powerful enemy they had encountered before. Now, hearing that the other party was recklessly retaliating, he couldn't help but be glad that he had let the young tribesmen rest for a while.

To be honest, even if Allen were to fight the opponent again now, Allen was not completely confident that he could defeat the opponent. In fact, in Allen's heart, he would be at a disadvantage. Before, it was thanks to the opponent's underestimation of the enemy that his sudden attack with the flying axe had achieved miraculous results. Otherwise, after Allen's Rage skill had expired, he would probably have to flee back to his own defense line in a sorry state, or the other party would have paid a certain price to exchange his life, which was not impossible.

During these days of rest, Allen had been thinking in his mind about how he should deal with the opponent if he encountered him again. The flying axe, at most, would only have the effect of the previous time, and the opponent would basically never be hit by the flying axe again if they met again.

And his proud balanced development of strength and speed, in the face of the opponent's speed and reaction that exceeded more than a line, was like a strong man chopping at a breeze, feeling that the opponent was right in front of him, but always missing that bit of distance. If he couldn't cause damage to the opponent's body, or directly fight against the opponent, even greater strength would be in vain.

Of course, it was not that Allen had no chance at all, but if the opponent was hit by him once, even if it was just a head-on collision, then his heavy and fierce strength would definitely cause the opponent's internal organs to shake on the spot, and the speed and movement would also be greatly affected.

Logically speaking, with Allen's cautious character, when he heard this news, what he should have done was to avoid this limelight, wait until the powerful demon became impatient, and then lead the tribesmen to rush to the tasks they needed, and return to the Green Plains as soon as possible after completing the tasks.

However, for some reason, Allen's heart seemed to have a raging flame burning. After hearing about the assassination demon's continuous assassination behavior, he could not help but want to go to the buffer zone alone, find the opponent again, and have a real fight with the opponent.

Perhaps, this has something to do with the fact that Allen has rarely encountered opponents who can make him treat them with caution and pose a threat to him in the Green Plains for many years.

No matter how cautious a character is, for a bear goblin, their nature is not so easy to reverse. Allen himself does not know that he still has a combative character, but in recent years, there have been few opponents who can stimulate his combative character. Just like when he was on the border of the Elf Kingdom, with the strength of a mid-level Berserker, he fought hard and killed a powerful high-level Sword Dancer. Although the situation of the fight was very dangerous at the time, Allen himself had actually been excited about it for a long time afterwards.

After this thought arose in Allen's heart, it could no longer be suppressed. When he looked at the stars alone every night, Allen had the urge to step forward and kill into the depths of the grassland.

After enduring for 2-3 days, Allen suddenly put on the Bone Cleaver, gave Kouer and her party a few instructions, and then suddenly left the barracks, and then killed into the buffer zone without looking back.

Allen was not acting on a whim, wanting to be a hero, but after several days of calm thinking, thinking about the biggest goal of this outing, Allen resolutely decided to face the needs of his heart and complete what he wanted to do most.

As for life safety and tribal cause, these worries were far less important to Allen than his determination to improve his strength, so he could only give way to this goal. After I die, who cares about the flood, the bold and indifferent character of the wilderness people has never been able to be as rational as civilized society when making choices, even if Allen's own character is already considered calm and cautious among the wilderness natives.

A team of more than a dozen demon patrol team was soon discovered by Allen. At this time, Allen, who did not have too many scruples, carefully checked the composition of the other party's team, and then directly exerted force under his feet and launched a charge towards this team.

In fact, Allen knew very well that as long as there were no legendary or above powerhouses, with the narrow terrain of the buffer zone of only dozens of miles, if there really was a life-threatening ambush, Allen was also confident that he had a high probability of breaking through the trap, and then running back to the battle line belonging to the wilderness tribe.

"Jie Jie, fresh blood food ~ ~ ~"

More than a dozen demons faced the attack of a wilderness bear goblin, without the slightest panic, but their eyes were full of drama and surprise, and they made strange cries in their mouths, and ran one after another, launching a siege against Allen.

The leading Horned Demon directly used the Horned Charge, exceeding the other demons by two positions and first fought against Allen. The sharp horns, as hard as spears, were aimed straight at Allen's chest.

Allen did not dodge, and the Bone Cleaver in his hand was directly a heavy anger chop, simple and grandly colliding with the Horned Demon's single horn on the top of its head.

"Crack! !"

"Crack crack ~ ~"

The first sound was the crisp sound of the Horned Demon's horn breaking into two pieces in front of Allen's powerful Bone Cleaver, and the somewhat harsh friction sound behind was the Bone Cleaver continuing to chop down along the opponent's skull after cutting off the opponent's horn, interacting with the Horned Demon's solid skull.

The thick blade of the Bone Cleaver was embedded in the Horned Demon's head. Although it failed to split the Horned Demon's head into two halves, the brain under the opponent's skull was still stirred into a mass of brain pulp by the tyrannical force and the surging anger.

Holding the hilt of the sword, Allen kicked the Horned Demon's chest and abdomen, which had lost its movement, and at the same time as a burst of rib fracture sounded, the Horned Demon's heavy body flew backwards and hit two demons who were rushing towards Allen with ferocious faces.

The two demons were directly rolled to the ground a few times by the Horned Demon's corpse, and then regained their balance. When they stood up again in embarrassment, Allen had already rushed into the encirclement of the other demons like a wolf into a flock of sheep.

The left arm backhanded a heavy elbow strike, just hitting the sensitive nose of a Bagura Demon who jumped up to attack behind him. The Bone Cleaver in Allen's right hand just drew a long arc, and the force was at its strongest. A normal straight chop smashed towards a Frolo Demon who swooped down from the sky in front of him.

The tip of the Bone Cleaver first inserted into the middle section of the Frolo Demon's left wing membrane. The wing membrane, which had almost no defense, suddenly broke open a big hole. Allen lowered his body and pulled along the forward stabbing action of the Bone Cleaver, and the Frolo Demon's wide left wing directly became a decoration.

Allen followed the sword, his arm stretched out and his wrist exerted force gently, and soon the Bone Cleaver completed its power accumulation again. Then, with a diagonal chop, a Bagura Demon fell to the ground again. At the same time, Allen tapped the ground with his left foot and suddenly spun around with his right foot as the center. The momentum of the Gale Sword was already ready. When the Bone Cleaver in his hands turned faster and faster with the movement of his body, Allen's strongest killing move was even more effective when facing a group fight than when he used it as a defensive move.

"Puff puff ~ puff puff ~ ~"

Several demons flew out, with more or less wounds on their bodies, and some unlucky ghosts even had an arm cut off.

Just as the Gale Sword stopped, when Allen stopped from the rotation, the Bone Cleaver, with its powerful potential energy and kinetic energy, as well as the anger and strength he had poured into it, slashed down fiercely along a figure in front of him.

With a dull feeling, the information that the Bone Cleaver fed back to Allen told him that this sword had once again achieved success. When the vision in front of him was clear, the Frolo Demon who had just had his wing membrane cut open by Allen was slowly sliding down half of his body and falling to one side because Allen had failed to completely cut off the two halves of his body, and they were connected to each other.

"Huff ~ ~"

A refreshing feeling emanated from his heart. Allen only felt that this fight had finally completely ignited the fighting spirit that had been suppressed in his heart these days, and at the same time, many of the negative emotions in his heart had directly dissipated into the air with this battle.

Before he could stretch his body, a strong wind attacked from behind. Allen tapped his feet lightly and dodged the attack from behind with a horizontal movement. At the same time, his left hand turned into a claw and slapped the face of the attacking demon behind him. The heavy force directly smashed an eyeball on the attacker's face, and then pinched it hard like this. The ferocious face of the demon under his claws directly turned into a ball of minced meat.

This team of demons was truly weak, at least as far as Allen was concerned. Without a powerful high-level demon to lead them, Allen only spent half a magic hour easily cleaning up these guys.

After a simple cleanup of the battlefield, he cut off the heads of the demons and threw them into his dimensional bag. Allen then set fire to the demons' corpses, dug a hole in the grass, and hid inside, hoping to lure in another group of prey.

Unfortunately, it was a team of wilderness natives who came. A mixed squad of gnolls and half-orcs followed the black smoke, but they quickly left empty-handed.

Allen hid in the dark and waited another magic hour. After confirming that no prey appeared, he jumped out of his hiding place and continued south without looking back.

The further south he went, the more likely he was to encounter demon patrols. Along the way, as long as Allen felt confident that he could kill a patrol, he would attack without hesitation. He would quickly kill or rout them, never lingering in battle and never chasing after deserters, always striking and moving on.

Soon, news spread among the demons that a bear goblin was rampaging through the grassland buffer zone, single-handedly killing demon patrol squads.

The patrols on both sides seemed to become more frequent these days. Influenced by Allen and that assassin demon, more and more high-level experts who were confident in their abilities joined the solo assassination campaign. For a time, this buffer zone became a good place for high-level combat professionals to hone their combat skills and strength.

“Du, du~~~”

Allen was now being targeted by a powerful six-armed snake demon. It was twisting its snake tail as it moved, while holding two strong bows, using the four arms on its shoulders to leisurely shoot at Allen.

Rapid fire, precise sniping… This snake demon, who was obviously following the ranger path, had amazing archery skills. At least Allen thought it was no worse than Kaya, whom he knew. The arrows, each faster than the last, were incredibly accurate. At the same time, the opponent's judgment was also very good, often predicting Allen's path and intercepting him with arrows in advance, making it impossible for Allen to catch up, let alone attack the snake demon.

Although, with Allen's expertise in deflecting arrows, most of the opponent's arrows had little impact on him, there were always a few tricky arrows that made Allen feel threatened. Especially since the opponent could use two strong bows at the same time, and had two free arms to quickly replenish arrows, maximizing the firing rate of the two strong bows. Slightly weaker opponents would often be played to death by it.

As for the opponent's number of arrows, after some observation, Allen discovered with dismay that the opponent, like him, should have a dimensional bag large enough to hold tens of thousands of arrows. It would probably take a long, long time to wait for the opponent to run out of arrows.

As high-level experts continued to appear in this buffer zone, Allen encountered solo high-level demons several times, but failed to kill them. The best he could do was to seriously injure the opponent, but then the opponent used a life-saving trick, repelled Allen, and ran towards the demon's camp without looking back, leaving Allen to sigh and regretfully give up the idea of chasing them down.

Allen was not so arrogant as to dare to go to the demon camp alone and launch an attack on tens of thousands of demons.

“Jie jie jie, Ferranti, do you need help?”

A vrock demon, gliding at low altitude and at least twice the size of its kin, suddenly rushed out and asked in demonic language. In reality, its body was already pouncing towards Allen, who was dodging several arrows.

“Get lost!!”

The six-armed snake demon's face was gloomy, and a sharp glint flashed in its eyes. It turned the arrows of its strong bows and shot several arrows directly at the vrock demon that had suddenly rushed out.

“Dare to snatch my prey, I'll shoot you to death too!!”

Allen's face also changed at this time, and there was a bit more apprehension in his eyes. Dealing with a ranged attacking six-armed snake demon was already somewhat difficult for him. Now that a vrock demon with high-level strength had appeared, the situation would inevitably become even more unsightly. Thinking of this, Allen tightened his Bonecleaver in his hand, and was ready to activate the Rage skill at any time. He already had the idea of retreating.

“Ah!! Damn!!”

The vrock demon screamed and flapped its wings. It suddenly changed its angle in the low air, brushed past the incoming arrows, and glared fiercely at its distant colleague, uttering a curse that Allen didn't understand.

“You spineless softie!! You damn freak!!!!”

The snake demon ignored the vrock demon's curses, readjusted its arrows, and continued to intercept Allen, not giving him any chance to advance or retreat.

Although the situation was unfavorable to Allen, it seemed that these two demons were not harmonious, and they did not intend to attack Allen together, which relieved Allen somewhat. Of course, Allen was not very anxious. He was confident that even if these two high-level demons joined forces, he still had more than 80% chance of escaping back to the centaur camp.

After thinking this through, Allen's somewhat anxious heart gradually calmed down. A somewhat crazy idea suddenly burst out of his mind: perhaps he could try to challenge his limits and see if he could defeat two high-level demons alone.

Allen's dodging and maneuvering movements did not stop, but his brain was running at high speed, carefully reviewing all the possible accidents in his plan. After confirming that he still had a good chance of saving his life, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his body finally stopped dodging. Instead, he suddenly stomped heavily on the grass, and his entire body suddenly flew up.

Facing Allen, who had suddenly changed his attack posture and was attacking him in mid-air, the vrock demon was not surprised but happy. It kept chattering and even had time to glance back at the snake demon raising its arrows: “Jie jie jie, now this reckless bear goblin is taking the initiative to provoke the powerful Ives. I will use this goblin's dirty blood to extinguish the anger in my heart!!!!”

While speaking, the vrock demon named Ives directly covered itself with a pair of huge fleshy wings. Under the reaction force, its heavy body suddenly rose more than a meter, dodging Allen's pouncing action. At the same time, its hind legs, like eagle claws, grabbed towards Allen's body, which could not borrow any force in mid-air.

“Hmph!!”

The snake demon Ferranti snorted gloomily. It pulled the two strong bows directly into a full moon. On the two arms with the bowstrings drawn, each finger held an arrow. With the blessing of multiple shooting arrow skills, eight arrows presented different attack angles, sealing off all of Allen's dodging positions. It didn't even care whether the vrock demon soaring in the sky behind Allen would be accidentally injured by it.

Since Allen dared to make a mid-air attack, he had naturally thought of a countermeasure. The Hurricane Sword, which was originally a powerful attack skill, had been continuously researched and improved by Allen over the years, forming an all-in-one attack and defense skill that was more in line with him. The body gliding in mid-air, with Allen twisting his waist, his entire body drove the Bonecleaver he held diagonally, instantly turning into a flying hurricane, facing the attacks of the two demons coming from behind and in front.

“Clang clang! Clang clang!!”

Dense crashing sounds. Allen's rotating figure did not stop until he landed, instantly stirring up the grass at the landing site, creating a cloud of grass clippings and countless dust.

The vrock demon suffered a small loss. On its pair of sharp and sturdy hind claws, there were vaguely a dozen sword marks hanging, which were the marks it had exchanged with Allen's Bonecleaver in a head-on collision when it was unable to dodge. With a hint of shame and anger on its face, Ives flapped its wings again, and its figure gradually rose, and then swooped towards the area of grassland with a somewhat blurred vision.

At the end of Allen's Hurricane Sword move, a shallow pit was directly cut out of the grass where he was. Taking advantage of the gap where the broken soil and grass leaves were flying, Allen suddenly took out two scrolls, a Levitation spell and an Arrow Protection spell, and decisively applied them to his body. After discarding the useless scroll scraps, after rummaging through the dimensional bag again, Allen had three more throwing axes in his left hand.

The shadow in the sky enveloped him. Allen waved his left hand repeatedly, and the throwing axes, infused with thick rage and power, roared directly towards the main body of the shadow.

These movements seemed complicated, but in reality, they only took two or three breaths in Allen's hands. While throwing the throwing axes, Allen also took the time to block a few flying arrows that had passed through the grass leaves and dust with the Bonecleaver, and then shook his feet and directly followed the direction of the throwing axes, killing him fiercely.

Swish swish swish!!

The direction of the three Rage Strikes was not the vrock demon's body, but its more conspicuous fleshy wings. Only by breaking the opponent's wings and forcing it to the ground could Allen better deal with this vrock demon.

“Ding! Clang! Clang!”

The sound of metal rang out. The three throwing axes hit Ives's body, but the opponent was completely unharmed. Its pair of wings, which had been retracted to wrap around its body, not only dodged Allen's Rage Strike, but also protected its body from being hit by the throwing axes.

At this time, Allen realized that the strong vrock demon's fleshy wings were densely covered with scales, and the scales, which exuded a faint metallic luster, were obviously very strong in defense.

The fleshy wings wrapped around the vrock demon's body, no different from a stone thrown from the sky, and slammed into Allen, who was rushing forward, fiercely. The huge force struck, and the grass under Allen's feet could not withstand this force at all, and immediately sank, and slid Allen's body backwards until it ran out of strength after a few meters.

Allen's arms were a little sore, and his internal organs were also a little shaken, but he had no chance to breathe. The two arrows shot under Precise Sniping had already reached Allen's back, causing the fluff on the back of Allen's neck to stand on end, and a warning sign rang in his heart.

However, at this time, Allen had no time to care about the arrows behind him. The vrock demon in front of him spread its pair of fleshy wings, and its wings, along with the opponent's pair of iron claws, slammed fiercely and viciously towards Allen's head.