Green Monster Epic

With a heavy chop, Mauluo's weighty steel axe sent the demon opponent flying. Before he could follow up, another demon took the place of its fallen comrade, baring a large mouth full of sharp teeth, and lunged ferociously at Mauluo.

Around Mauluo, a group of heavily armored, tightly wrapped earth goblins and bear goblin warriors fought bravely, their eyes fierce and unwavering.

Experiencing such a large-scale battle for the first time, Mauluo and his 49 companions couldn't deny feeling worried and scared. However, once they were on the battlefield, engaged in combat with the fierce and frenzied demons, the goblin warriors found their hearts surprisingly free of hesitation and fear.

This was the first major battle for Mauluo and his Greenwild warriors since they arrived in the Centaur Grasslands. They had left Greenwild Plain four months ago, heading to the Snowmii tribe's Bonn City in the Cato Mountains to join the Snowmii main force and other vassal tribe warriors, and had not experienced much combat before this.

The Huerthan Plain front had already been reclaimed by the Centaur Three Tribes generals and the reinforcements who arrived ahead of them by the time they reached it. The main force of demons in the grasslands did not retreat like the demon legions on the Lionheart Kingdom front, but stood alone on the battlefield.

Of course, this might be due to the longer distance to the Centaur Grasslands front, making a quick retreat difficult, but it was also likely that the demon commander knew that a counterattack from the Wilderness Alliance would pose a significant threat to their main force.

Therefore, it was necessary to delay the Wilderness Alliance's southward advance, giving the demon main force more opportunities and time to attack the Beastman Empire.

As the demons feared, under the leadership of the Temple of Nature, the Wilderness Alliance finally launched a strong counterattack against the demons. Hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors from the Wilderness formed a legion, brandishing their strong arms and sweeping forward like a raging tide, driving the demon legion, now an isolated force without reinforcements, step by step southwards.

Mauluo and the 40 Greenwild warriors he led participated in what was said to be the final battle to reclaim the Centaur Grasslands.

The demon remnants numbered only about 60,000, while the Wilderness Alliance facing them had a scale of nearly 400,000. The vast army's tents were densely packed behind the front lines, and banners fluttered in the grassland breeze.

Before setting out, Chieftain Alan repeatedly instructed Mauluo and the goblin warriors to remember to maintain formation and never scatter or become disorganized. This was a painful lesson Alan and Kehl had learned on the battlefield with the lives of their comrades.

But the current battle seemed very different from what Chieftain Alan had described!

Soldiers in the square formations had already begun to break ranks, chasing after the fleeing demon soldiers. Looking across the battlefield, warriors from all tribes of the Alliance were generally in the upper hand, with figures of Wilderness warriors breaking out of the legion formations and chasing forward everywhere.

"Uncle, let's charge up too!!"

Behind Mauluo, a young earth goblin wearing a fine iron helmet leaned forward, looking into the distance and eagerly asking Mauluo.

"Look, those guys have already killed several demons! If we're any later, we won't even be able to catch one!!"

Previously, the merits earned by Alan and the others for tasks such as combat, patrolling, etc., in order to obtain letters of recommendation, were all credited to the Snowmii tribe. But now, although they were still deploying troops for Snowmii, the merits earned by Mauluo and his group would eventually be credited separately to the Greenwild tribe.

This also meant that if Mauluo and his warriors could kill one more demon on the battlefield, they would gain a few more merit points. When they returned to Mansa City, Mauluo and the others could use their merits to exchange for various spoils of war, inheritance crystals, and so on at the city guard's logistics department, as long as they had enough merit points.

Because they could see the rewards for their efforts, the young lads sent out by the tribe were a little restless, fantasizing every day about earning a few crystals for the tribe like the young lady Kehl, so as to demonstrate their abilities.

"What's the rush? You'll have plenty of opportunities to kill demons in the future!!"

Mauluo turned his head, glaring with wide eyes, fiercely suppressing Lolo's eager emotions.

Although the Wilderness Alliance held the upper hand on the battlefield at this time, according to the decision Alan and Mauluo had discussed, their forced deployment this time was not to earn as many merits as possible, but only to bring back as many of the warriors sent out by the tribe alive as possible.

When choosing the team leader, Alan hesitated for a long time between Pavaao and Mauluo. Both of them had relatively steady personalities, and were more suitable as team leaders to go south for combat than Da Shan, who had been by Alan's side for a longer time.

In the end, Alan chose Mauluo instead of Pavaao, who was slightly stronger, because Mauluo could be calmer when facing demons, while Pavaao, after his eldest son died at the hands of demons, always had times when he couldn't suppress his hatred when facing demons, and was relatively more impulsive.

Although Da Shan had changed a lot in recent years, his impulsiveness, greed, and short-sightedness still remained. It was okay to leave him in the village to guard the fort, at least with Alan watching him, he wouldn't cause any trouble. But if he was allowed to go south, Alan was most afraid that he would recklessly command the tribe's lads and act impulsively on the battlefield, and the warriors of the tribe would have to bear the cost in the end.

Mauluo naturally had a clear understanding of the situation on the battlefield, but he was shouldering the burden of the lives of 49 tribesmen behind him, and every order he gave needed to be carefully considered, otherwise the price paid by the tribesmen would be very heavy.

"Everyone, line up in formation! Anyone who runs around, I'll break his legs when we get back!!"

In the end, Mauluo suppressed his impulsiveness and calmly issued orders to the warriors behind him.

The goblins were unwilling. Seeing more and more Wilderness warriors launching charges, many Wilderness warriors who were originally behind them in the army formation had now surpassed Mauluo's ranks and were running wildly forward.

Only a few army formations still maintained relatively complete formations, and together with Mauluo's ranks, they slowly pressed forward in an orderly manner.

Mauluo didn't know how long they had been chasing, he only saw that the figures of the Wilderness warriors chasing in the distance had become small dots. The original Wilderness legion as a whole had now unknowingly separated into two teams, with a gap of about ten miles in between.

From this, one could see the biggest problem of the Wilderness army, that is, their army discipline and military literacy were too poor, almost no different from a rabble of bandits. Of course, this was also imaginable. Although it seemed that each of the more than one hundred alliance members had now supported about half the number of troops, in reality, the troops that truly belonged to each formal member would definitely not exceed two thousand, and most of the remaining warriors were warriors recruited by vassal tribes like Mauluo and the others.

Most of these vassal tribes were still struggling to make ends meet, and could not conduct effective training for their troops like the large tribes. The tactical literacy of many of these tribal warriors came mostly from the clumsy experience accumulated from hunting and fighting in the past. Although the leaders of each tribe had specifically trained these guys in tactics such as coordinated combat and formation along the way, how could a few short months allow these unruly Wilderness natives to change their long-standing bad habits!

"Woo! Woo!!"

The bullhorn sounded, and then the various tribal leaders, who had not issued a charge order and had been suppressing their main forces to advance slowly, issued orders in a stern voice as the signal conveyed by the horn sounded.

"Form up on the spot!!! Prepare for battle!!!"

"Form up on the spot! Prepare to fight!!!"

Hearing this sudden order, and looking at the leaders around him shouting hoarsely, Mauluo's heart suddenly tightened. Looking forward again, the figures of the Wilderness warriors, which had been shrinking into black dots in the distance, were now gradually enlarging in his eyes, and a series of low rumbles came from the ground. It was as if thunder was rumbling in the sky, the sound gradually rising from low to high and echoing in his ears. The figures of the Wilderness warriors in the distance were also gradually visible, but most of them now had horror and confusion on their faces, and had long lost the ferocity and excitement they had when they charged out earlier.

Behind them, a large, dense mass of demons, crazy and ferocious, followed closely on their heels, rushing towards the grassland. Whenever they caught up with a Wilderness native, the opponent's battle axe or pair of sharp claws would mercilessly chop and tear at the Wilderness native's body, and finally throw them into their mouths to chew in large chunks, their bodies covered in the various colors of blood from the Wilderness natives.

Demons were, after all, a race that had been fighting for many years. The bloody battles with devils in the abyss alone had lasted for tens of thousands of years, and their chaotic nature often led them to fight for various resources in life, and to fight for their lords. Compared to the natives of the Wilderness, the demons had far more experience in fighting on the battlefield. The reason they were now at a disadvantage was only because of insufficient troops, but that did not mean they had no ability to counterattack.

This time, from the very beginning, the Balor Flame Demon commander Rorier, the Six-Armed Snake Demon commander Anzi, and several other legendary-level demon commanders had already formulated a strategic plan: first show weakness to the enemy, then integrate their strongest legions, and wait in the rear to give these guys, who had won several battles and had developed a little pride in their hearts, a heavy lesson.

"Prepare to throw spears!!!"

"Shoot!!!"

In the sky, a rain of spears whistled past. Under the command of their leaders, the few Centaur phalanxes in the Wilderness Alliance that maintained complete formations drew out the javelins from their horses, swung their strong arms, and threw the spears fiercely forward.

Duo duo duo!! Duo duo!!

Within the Demon Array, chaos reigned as men and horses were overturned. Simultaneously, many fleeing warriors from the wilderness tribes became collateral damage, collapsing to the ground with mournful cries, only to be trampled into bloody pulp by the demons' sharp claws.

"Prepare to engage the enemy!!"

"Attack!!!!"

The earth goblin Lolo and his companions wore pale green faces. Had it not been for Chief Mauro's composure and his forceful halt to their impulsive bloodlust, their fate would have been no better than those who had died tragically while fleeing.

At least they now had time to prepare their defenses, and their comrades in the organized legions were there to encourage each other.

Boom!! Crackle! Clang!! Clang!! Thud!!

In close combat, the brave prevail. Mauro and the surrounding goblin warriors mustered all their strength, relentlessly smashing their heavy weapons at the figures before them. They had no time to check their kills or finish off a demon still gasping for breath at their feet. The only thing on their minds was to swing their weapons!!

If their previous skirmishes with the demons had been a light drizzle, then what Mauro and his comrades now faced was a raging ocean in a hurricane. Demonic figures lunged at them from all sides, seemingly endless.

Mauro retracted his heavy axe a fraction of a second too late, and a demon's spear seized the opportunity, tearing a deep gash in his thick armor, piercing Mauro's shoulder where the armor plates joined.

"Hmph!"

Mauro grunted in pain, releasing his grip on the axe handle with his left hand and grabbing the demon's spear. His heavy battle-axe swung down, cleaving the demon before him in two, its corpse sliding to his feet.

Beside him, a goblin warrior was snatched up by a Vrock swooping down, its claws hooking into him. With a flap of its wide, fleshy wings, it carried the goblin warrior skyward, giving Mauro and the others no chance to rescue him.

Lolo was consumed by rage, unleashing the basic axe techniques he had honed in the village over the years to their fullest extent. Each swing was fueled by every ounce of strength he possessed, holding nothing back. The fate of his clansman carried away into the sky was clear, and a dozen more of his clansmen had already disappeared into the piles of corpses around him.

"Die!!!!"

A heavy warhammer crashed down towards Lolo, the brutal, savage face of the horned demon imprinted in his pupils. Thinking of his fallen comrades, sorrow welled up within him, and the rage and hatred ignited his blood. The violent anger, fueled by his rapidly pounding heart, transformed into formidable power. His battle-axe cleaved through the horned demon's warhammer, leaving a deep crater in the demon's single-horned head, exposing the pale brain matter to the air.

Around them, the wilderness tribe warriors, maintaining their formations, fought bravely and fiercely, refusing to yield an inch. Behind them, more wilderness legion formations advanced, gradually turning the tide of the desperate situation.

"Jie Jie Jie!!!!"

"Rumble!!!!"

A wave of air slammed into Mauro and his comrades, filled with the stench of blood and sulfur. The mountain-like figure of the Balor Lord Rorier appeared in the air, arrogantly unleashing a Fireball spell. A spell that would normally be ranked at tier three or four, in the hands of a legendary-level powerhouse, the power directly approached tier eight, landing on the ground and creating a wave of fire, leaving a crater dozens of meters wide.

"Destroyer of nature, damn you!!"

A grand and cold voice echoed, and at the same time, a gentle breeze seemed to blow across the ground. Mauro suddenly felt a cool and gentle aura within his body, and the wounds he had sustained in the fierce battle tingled slightly. He wiped at them and was surprised to find that his wounds had already healed.

On the ground, the grass grew greener, and life suddenly appeared in this deadly battlefield.

Mauro looked up and saw a treant with a few sparse branches standing in the air. From the arm formed by tangled branches on its left side, a vine plunged into the ground, soothing the wounds of countless wilderness natives around it. Opposite, the earth rose in patches, as if some giant beast had appeared underground, and then roots thicker than a bear-goblin's waist lashed out like octopi, sweeping towards the group of rampaging demons.

The avatar of the Father of the Oak in the Feywild, Besilmer, who had always stood in the Thornhold, finally revealed his powerful and unmatched strength before the world.

The vines disappeared from Besilmer's hand, and then the ground trembled again. A behemoth-like beast constructed of plant vines and roots stood tall, silently but fiercely beating its chest.

Thud!! Thud!!!!

Two thick arms swept across the ground, sending countless demons tumbling into the sky, while even more demons were not so lucky, being crushed into a bloody pulp.

"Besilmer, you puppet who has abandoned yourself, you seek death!!!!"

Rorier, who had only been arrogant for a moment, revealed a fierce light in his eyes and casually threw out a powerful fire magic spell, slamming it into the Behemoth imitation beast that was wreaking havoc in the demon army, not caring whether the fire magic would accidentally injure the surrounding demons.

Just as the magic flew into the air, the treant Besilmer was already prepared, throwing a Dispel Magic divine spell forward, which collided with the opponent's fire magic. The two spells dissipated and extinguished, without causing the slightest ripple, not even as powerful as Rorier's previous Fireball.

At the same time, Besilmer's body swelled, directly transforming into a dragon, flapping its wings and fiercely lunging towards Rorier, the two immediately wrestling together.

The ground trembled and shook, the aftershocks of the battle between legendary-level powerhouses. The surrounding warriors on both sides did not stop, still fighting fiercely. With the help of the Behemoth giant beast transformed from vines, the battle situation tilted towards the wilderness allied forces even faster. No matter how ferocious the demons were, their numerical disadvantage was still a reality.

Tactics could gain a temporary advantage, but in the end, the victory on the battlefield still depended on the strength of both sides.

Night began to envelop the earth. On the battlefield, where fighting had raged for most of the day, the remnants of the demons were already resisting stubbornly. The subsequent army support from the wilderness allied forces came up, replacing Mauro and his comrades, who had been fighting for half a day.

As early as two hours earlier, the Behemoth giant beast summoned by Besilmer's magic had already turned back into a pile of vines and roots, while Besilmer himself chased after the figure of the demon legend Rorier, disappearing into the horizon.

Twelve of the fifty Greenfield tribe warriors died in this battle, and six more were seriously injured, requiring a month of recuperation. The other tribesmen had more or less sustained some injuries, but with the help of the natural domain unfolded by the demigod Besilmer, the minor injuries had recovered, so there was no major problem.

Fortunately, Allen had chosen warriors from the tribe who were almost all berserkers, strongmen, and shield warriors. Moreover, for their expedition, he had specially asked Manduli and his wife to forge a batch of heavy and sturdy armor, the raw materials for which were the various abyssal weapons that Allen had collected on the battlefield in the past.

The requirements for the armor were simple: thick and heavy was good, even if it would slow down the tribe warriors and make them less agile.

In battlefield combat, everything else is fake. Only solid defense can give you a better chance of survival.

Anyway, the earth goblins and bear goblins don't have any other talents. They are definitely considered good in terms of strength. Even if they wear two hundred pounds of heavy armor, it doesn't really affect everyone's combat. At most, it just takes more effort when slashing and fighting.

Of course, such an arrangement has advantages and disadvantages. When the battlefield is advantageous or even, the protection brought by heavy armor can give the tribesmen a greater chance of survival. But if they are at a disadvantage, such armor will slow everyone down when fleeing, becoming the target of those lagging behind.

However, Allen believed that when that time really came, Mauro and the tribesmen would also understand how to make trade-offs, and there would be no need for others to remind them when it was time to abandon the heavy burden.

The demon counterattack was thus blocked by the wilderness allied forces, but the price paid was undeniably heavy. At least in terms of the casualty ratio, the wilderness allied forces suffered a great loss. Those wilderness warriors who did not follow orders, thinking they were taking advantage of the situation by rushing out to kill first, were basically wiped out by the demons who chased after them, and the price paid was very low.

However, the main force of the demons on the grassland was also wiped out by more than half in this decisive battle. The remaining demon stragglers fled back to the territory of the southern humans. After several years, the Centaur Grassland finally returned to the hands of the wilderness natives on this day.

After this battle, the next thorny problem facing the wilderness commanders was whether to attack the nearest devil legion to the south, or to turn southwest to help the allies of the Orc Empire and wipe out the larger demon legion.