Green Monster Epic

Chapter 329 The Choice of No Choice

Many of the previous spell scrolls were preparations for this moment. 'Grease,' 'Web,' and even 'Entangle' spells, in essence, all produced flammable substances, with the oils from 'Web' and 'Grease' being the most easily ignited.

So, when Allen tossed down three fire-based spell scrolls, the battlefield, which had cost him over a thousand gold coins to create, instantly became a sea of flames.

Demons actually have decent fire resistance, after all, besides darkness, fire is the most common spell-like ability among demons in the bottomless abyss. However, at this moment, the flames in the sea of fire clung to the layers of stacked demon bodies, continuously burning through the bone armor and scales on their exteriors. Then, the oils and dried bones within the demons' flesh became further fuel for the flames.

Demons wailed and struggled before Allen's eyes, this area temporarily transforming into a hellscape, but for Allen, it was the most solid fortress and protection for his team.

On the surrounding positions, most areas had already been breached by the surging demons, and more demons were crossing the simple defenses, heading towards the wilderness tribe warriors who were still disorganizedly fighting back behind them.

It was also thanks to Allen's investment, regardless of the cost, that he helped the dozen or so tribesmen around him, and the dozens of half-orc warriors next door, to survive the initial and most intense onslaught. As the demons flanking from the surroundings launched attacks on Allen and his group, Chloe and the other young warriors, along with the dozens of half-orcs, gradually disregarded everything else, wielding their powerful weapons to meet the frenzied and powerful demons.

Allen also joined the battle. As a peak high-tier, he was still relatively relaxed at this time. While his Bonecleaver mercilessly chopped at the oncoming demons, his eyes scanned the surroundings, observing the battlefield situation.

The burning battlefield ahead, the flames gradually dimmed, mainly because the demons, fearless of death, ran through the soft land, directly trampling out the raging flames, extinguishing the light of life of their demon brethren under their feet.

Seeing more and more enemies ahead, and the surrounding demons also closing in on Allen and his group, this small team was like a rock in the vast ocean. On the long surrounding line, only a few scattered teams still held their ground like Allen and his group. More wilderness warriors were either devoured by the demon forces or fled in terror towards the grasslands behind them.

"Go!! Retreat!!"

Allen knew that they couldn't just stubbornly stay on this battlefield. Without reinforcements, if they continued to stay here, they would only be devoured by the demon army. The reinforcements behind them were not only unable to provide assistance, but even some of the formations that had been painstakingly organized were beginning to show signs of collapse.

"Stick close to me!!"

At this time, Allen couldn't care less about military rules and orders. It wasn't that he and his tribesmen hadn't tried their best, but that his companions and comrades behind him were too useless, and hadn't been able to provide them with any assistance until now. So, at this time, he couldn't possibly hold onto a desperate situation and bury himself and the youths of his tribe in this unfamiliar grassland.

"…You…"

The half-orc chieftain, who was still fighting fiercely to the side, heard Allen's order to Chloe and the others, and immediately glared at Allen with his tiger eyes, wanting to rebuke him. But looking at the increasingly fierce demon offensive around them, his strong heart couldn't say anything.

"If you want to live, follow us now!!"

Allen had his eyes on the 30 or so half-orc warriors remaining under the command of the other party. With them joining, Allen's breakout would be even easier.

The half-orc chieftain, whose name was unknown, had icy glints in his eyes, wanting to utter a few words of contempt, but withered in the face of reality. He wasn't someone without insight, and how could he not know their current situation?

Allen didn't care whether the other party would follow or not. The front ranks of the demons had already crossed the soft ground, and the main force was about to charge at the earthen wall where Allen and his group were. Staying for even a moment longer would be more dangerous for Allen and his group.

"Die!!!"

With a roaring shout, Allen directly activated the Berserk skill, and a Whirlwind Sword turned into a hurricane, plunging into the demon ranks besieging them from the rear. Countless corpses and broken limbs flew into the sky, and for a time, the pressure on Chloe and the others in the rear was greatly reduced.

When Allen stopped his sword technique, dozens of corpses lay on the ground. In this chaotic and crowded battlefield, a range attack technique was simply a killing weapon. Not even bothering to collect the spoils, Allen waved his hand, and Bonecleaver slashed out again, a fierce Angry斬 following the temporary empty area created by his Whirlwind Sword, flying towards the rear.

"Go!!"

Allen took the lead. Any demon who dared to block his retreat route was either cut in two with a single sword strike or sent flying, becoming a soft, collapsed corpse on the ground. Chloe and the others followed closely behind Allen, along the bloody path he had cut, mutually covering each other as they retreated to the rear.

The half-orc chieftain's eyes were filled with struggle. The tribesmen around him fell one by one, and the demons in front of him seemed endless, as if they could never be killed. Finally, when the retreat route that Allen had cut out was completely reoccupied by the demons, the half-orc let out a sorrowful roar, and then shouted: "Retreat!!!"

The half-orc chieftain also followed Allen's method, charging at the forefront of the team, and fighting fiercely with another companion, killing or repelling the demon warriors who were gradually closing in. However, their movements were far inferior to Allen's, and it was not easy to barely lead the team out of the encirclement, tightly biting at the tail of Allen and his group, breaking out.

Allen didn't know how many demons were blocking the way ahead. He didn't have the leisure he had before at this time. The only thing he knew was to use the basic sword skills that had been integrated into his instincts. Chop, stab, cut, sweep… He would use whatever move was more reasonable and powerful, just to kill the enemy in front of him with one strike.

As for saving energy, in Allen's view at this time, it was no longer so important.

If he couldn't lead the youths out of the encirclement before the Berserk skill ended, then the situation would be even more difficult.

Finally, the area in front of Allen suddenly cleared. Looking around, the number of demons gradually thinned out. He had actually led Chloe and the others from the front line to the rear of the central army. More and more wilderness tribe warriors appeared around Allen and his group, waving their arms and fighting bravely with the demons who were attacking from behind.

"Huff…Huff…"

Allen gasped sharply. The weakness period of the Berserk skill and the aftereffects of exhausting his physical strength all manifested on Allen's body. Every part of his body ached, and even the Bonecleaver in his hand felt so heavy at this time.

"You, you form a formation, defend in place, and block the demons."

Allen didn't, like the other wilderness tribe warriors, continue to flee to the rear after breaking out of the encirclement. He just didn't want to lead Chloe and the others to senselessly defend a desperate situation and die in battle, but that didn't mean he wanted to be a shameful deserter.

Not to mention that after he became the tribal chief, he hated the act of leaving without permission, but the purpose of his stay in the Huerthan Grassland for half a year, sacrificing 4 tribesmen, made it impossible for him to easily leave this battlefield.

As long as the centaur's position was not completely disintegrated, then Allen would continue to fight on this grassland until he completed the task he had agreed with Tariq of the Snowmane tribe.

"Understood!!"

"Yes!!"

Compared to Allen, Chloe, Bush, and the others had consumed much less energy, so with their concerted efforts, holding onto a rear position where not many demons were attacking wasn't a big problem.

To the side, the half-orc chieftain, covered in blood and sweat, with less than 20 people left around him, had many changes in his eyes when he looked at Allen. Without the initial contempt and disdain, there was now more respect and obedience. After hearing Allen's instructions to Chloe and the others, he immediately opened his big mouth with two fangs and shouted: "Didn't you hear? Turn around and continue to block the demons!!!"

After saying this, the half-orc chieftain also set an example, standing next to Bush, who was a head taller than him, giving Bush a friendly smile, and then smashing a mace into the body of a demon that pounced on him, knocking his opponent directly sideways.

The other half-orcs looked at each other, their eyes still flickering and hesitant, but as the second warrior stood up, more and more half-orcs followed and stood beside the half-orc chieftain, waving the weapons in their hands and fighting the demons again.

Before long, as Allen overcame his fatigue and stood in the front of his team again, the pressure on the half-orcs and goblin warriors was reduced again.

Half a magic hour later, the centaur's main force finally began to launch an orderly counterattack. As a 5,000-strong cavalry formation moved with agile steps, breaking into the chaotic demon ranks from the flanks, dividing the demon formation time and time again, the warriors of the wilderness allied forces finally saw a glimmer of hope for victory.

The battle lasted from deep night until the sun rose again. The spellcaster teams of the wilderness allied forces had almost exhausted all their spell slots. The gifted ones in the demon army fighting in front had also lost their ability to cast spell-like abilities. The battlefield on both sides lacked the light of magic, leaving only the constantly flying black, crimson, and silver-white steel tools, tumbling up and down in the crowd.

At the same time, there were also the spurting blood and severed limbs tumbling.

Under the morning sun, a beautiful rainbow suddenly appeared on the battlefield, incompatible with the bloody and fierce battlefield scene, but it seemed to have a bit of harmonious feeling.

In a surprise attack, the demons ultimately returned without success, leaving behind a mess and countless corpses.

Allen's team suffered another loss. Sword Dancer Anxi died under the dive of a Flind, and even his corpse could not be rescued. He was dragged directly into the sky by the Flind, torn into several pieces, and scattered on the battlefield on the ground.

The losses of the Wilderness Coalition were even heavier. On the battlefield against the demons, the wilderness warriors were weaker than the demons in terms of individual strength and number. More importantly, their fighting will and abilities were far inferior to the demons. The only thing that allowed them to stand their ground was the military formations they had learned from the civilized world and the spirit of cooperation among the wilderness warriors.

However, the demons' inaction for several months, only organizing sporadic small-scale raids, was intended to slowly wear down the fighting spirit of the wilderness tribe warriors, gradually lower their vigilance, and then suddenly launch a large-scale, blanket attack, ultimately taking back the lost battlefield in one battle.

Although the demons were crazy, they were not stupid. Among the demon leaders, there were still those with outstanding minds.

In this battle, when the demons finally retreated, they left behind more than ten thousand corpses. But similarly, they also inflicted almost the same number of casualties on the already understaffed Wilderness Coalition.

The only regret the demons felt was perhaps that they had failed to take this battlefield and seize the corpses of the fallen warriors from both sides. Otherwise, with nearly thirty thousand corpses and flesh, they would definitely be able to summon more than ten thousand demon reinforcements from the Endless Abyss.

And this was all thanks to the Centaur tribe's willingness to throw their five thousand elite cavalry into the battlefield, dividing the battlefield time and time again to achieve results. The price they paid was that when they re-counted the number of cavalry after the battle, at least three thousand cavalry had been lost, and most of the remaining knights had suffered injuries, whether light or heavy. It could be said that this battle directly crippled this cavalry unit.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and flames, making the scorching sun less noticeable.

"Do you know that what you did counts as deserting your position without permission? According to military rules, you should be beheaded!"

The yurt camp of the Snowmane Brigade had shrunk from more than fifty yurts to less than twenty now. The missing yurts naturally meant that the warriors who lived there were gone. However, Fisher's yurt had always been very lively and well-maintained. Only, the person standing in the open space in the center of the yurt was being stared at by Fisher, a withered-looking troll, with cold eyes, and he kept uttering stern reprimands.

Allen was fearless and faced Fisher's gaze directly. He did not regret his choice at the time. If he had not made the decision decisively, he and the group of youngsters like Kora would not have been able to appear safely in front of Fisher and be reprimanded by him.

"... Fortunately, you killed your way back later, so you didn't make mistake after mistake. I can say a few words in your defense."

After fiercely berating Allen, Fisher's tone softened a lot. At least, this earth bear goblin and his clansmen were indeed quite strong.

In the past six months, they had been working hard to complete the meritorious service tasks required by the tribe, and Fisher had seen it all. As the number of available people around him became less and less, and the second batch of reinforcements from the tribe did not know when they would arrive, Fisher was not stupid enough to cut off his own arm and weaken the strength of his team.

Of course, more importantly, he now had a very tricky problem on his hands, and he needed a suitable person to complete it on behalf of the Snowmane tribe.

"However, the merit points you have accumulated before may not be kept..."

Originally, Allen did not show any expression or resistance to Fisher's punishment. As long as the other party did not pursue his responsibility for leading people to desert their position, a little reprimand was nothing.

However, when he heard Fisher mention merit points, Allen's face suddenly became solemn, and there was a bit more ferocity in his eyes.

What was his team fighting for with their lives in this strange grassland for the past six months? Wasn't it just the recommendation letter that he had agreed with Talib to exchange for 5,000 merit points? Now, his clansmen had died 5 people, and Kora and the others all had countless scars on their bodies, but in the end, they were dismissed with a light sentence, and the more than 3,000 merit points were gone?

There was no such thing in the world. At least, in Allen's opinion, this matter should definitely not be settled like this!!

At worst, this transaction with the Snowmane tribe would be cancelled!!!

"... Allen, I understand your current mood, but military regulations are military regulations, and we cannot ignore them."

Fisher had been staring at Allen, and he had seen all the anger and killing intent in Allen's eyes. At this time, he quickly spoke to appease him.

"However, this matter is not without room for recovery, but it requires you to take some risks..."

"What do you need me to do?"

Allen finally spoke, asking in a low and icy voice.

In someone else's territory, Allen did not have much room for bargaining. As long as there was still a glimmer of hope, he did not actually want to fall out with the other party. At this time, hearing the other party's words, it seemed that there was still a turning point in this matter, Allen suppressed the churning emotions in his heart and began to inquire about a solution.

"This time, the demons are making a lot of noise. It is likely that there is a problem with the human kingdom."

"In the past, we didn't have much contact with the human kingdom. There was cooperation and trade, but at the same time, we were also wary of them. But this time is different. We now have the same enemy—the demons. If there is a big problem with the human kingdom, our wilderness will have even bigger troubles."

"... The Kingdom of Spring was originally an ally of our Mansa Wilderness. The goddess of spring, the god worshipped by the Kingdom of Spring, is actually a member of the Temple of Nature. Up to now, the capital of the Kingdom of Spring, Mingxi City, is still resisting the demon offensive..."

"... The intelligence from the Temple of Nature said that a gap has appeared in the defense line of Mingxi City in the Kingdom of Spring. If their royal capital line is breached by the demon army, then the remaining hundreds of thousands of people in the Kingdom of Spring will become the demons' food and materials..."

"... With so much flesh and blood, can you imagine how many demons will be summoned from the Endless Abyss..."

"... Therefore, we in the Wilderness must not sit idly by and watch the fall of the Kingdom of Spring. We must provide support to them..."

Fearing that Allen would have other emotions, and also afraid that he would not understand how important the task he was about to do was, Fisher specially explained to Allen a lot about the relationship between the human kingdom and the wilderness before explaining the task.

"... You mean, Mansa City is going to provide support to that Kingdom of Spring?"

Allen looked incredulous, and there was a bit more coldness in his eyes as he looked at Fisher.

"... Don't get me wrong. Support is indeed support, but the way of support may be different."

Seeing Allen's thoughts, Fisher quickly continued to explain: "Before providing support, the alliance plans to send some elites to communicate and contact the King of the Kingdom of Spring first, and then the alliance can send support to facilitate the coordination of the garrison of the royal capital."

"... It doesn't seem appropriate to send us warriors to do this kind of thing, does it?"

The suspicion in Allen's eyes did not diminish, and regardless of whether it would cause Fisher's displeasure, he directly pointed out the oddity.

"Wouldn't it be more appropriate for those stealthy thief advanced classes to do it?"

"That's for sure."

Faced with Allen's question, Fisher was not only not dissatisfied, but also patiently explained to Allen.

"But this time, the connection with the Kingdom of Spring is related to the future direction of our wilderness war. It is not so safe to just send out those thief advanced classes. There are also demons who can detect the talents and skills of thieves sneaking."

"Moreover, we also need someone who can act as a bait on the surface to attract the attention of the demons."

Hearing Fisher say this, Allen's face changed, and then he restrained himself again.

"If you are willing to join this mission, as long as you can successfully reach the royal capital of the Kingdom of Spring to make contact and bring back the reply from the Kingdom of Spring, then not only will your previous matter of being afraid of war be written off, but there will also be a mission reward of 2,000 merit points."

"In this way, your clansmen will no longer have to stay on the front line battlefield, and you will have completed the task with my tribe."

After listening to these introductions about the mission, Allen lowered his head directly, and his mind was running fast, analyzing the pros and cons. And on the opposite side of him, Fisher's withered and ugly troll face did not have too much coercion, just quietly looking at Allen, waiting for his answer.

To be honest, Allen and his clansmen's performance in the past six months had been seen by Fisher. He appreciated this goblin leader who was quick-witted, calm, and diligent in doing things, and he did not make things difficult for him too much on weekdays.

But it was a pity that Allen was an earth bear goblin, not a troll. Even if the other party had the intention of getting closer to the Snowmane tribe, the tribe would not be able to give the other party too much trust from the beginning.

Therefore, this mission, which should have been carried out by the Snowmane tribe sending out elite members of the tribe, was finally thought of by Fisher and thrown to Allen, a foreigner.

If the mission was completed, it would be the credit of their Snowmane tribe. If the mission failed, their tribe would not have to lose a peak backbone force, which was a good thing.

And the most important thing was that Fisher did not have to worry that Allen would abandon the mission halfway and quietly return to the wilderness. Based on the observation of this earth bear goblin in the past six months, Fisher believed that the other party would definitely risk his life for the survival and development of the tribe, and would not easily abandon the mission like other selfish natives.

This was also an important reason why Fisher chose Allen to complete this mission.

"I know that the mission is indeed very dangerous and it is difficult for you to choose. Fortunately, we still have a few days. You should go back and think about it carefully, and then give me an answer after you have thought it through."

Although this mission was very important, Fisher had already figured out Allen's personality, so he was not very worried about Allen's other choices, so he generously said that he would let Allen go back and think about it carefully.