Green Monster Epic

“…Those guys down there can be organized to serve as the first wave of cannon fodder to resist the Drow's attack!”

Standing on the high fortress walls, Bile, Arrell, Maggot Eye, and several other tribal leaders overlooked the humble natives outside the city, their eyes full of coldness.

“It won't be easy to get them to work hard!”

“Let them into the canyon first, and imprison their families in the canyon. We don't have to worry about them not working!”

“Is this okay…?”

“Letting them surround the city like this, if the Drow attack, I'm afraid they will become the other side's cannon fodder instead!”

“Okay, let's do it this way!”

“But how do we trick them in?”

“Just open the fortress gate, and these guys who cherish their lives will surely fall for it! Once they pass through the fortress and enter the canyon, are we afraid they will dare to rebel?”

“That's true, Hehehe!!”

“It's just that with so many people, I don't know if the canyon can accommodate them!”

Allen stood aside silently, listening to the conversations of the other leaders, without any ripples in his heart.

Although what everyone was discussing at this time was the lives of tens of thousands of wilderness natives outside the fortress, which sounded somewhat cruel and cold-blooded, Allen knew very well that this was just the way of survival in the wilderness, and weakness was their original sin.

His tribal army's position was arranged in the western corner, near the narrow cliffs of the canyon.

At this time, Albad and the others were familiarizing themselves with the defensive works on the position, and at the same time assembling the defensive equipment brought by their tribe.

This time, participating in the war, although on the surface it was for the benefit of the other major tribes, in the long run, Allen and the others were actually fighting for the survival of their own tribe.

Although protected by the natural barrier of the Tagan Desert, the Green Field Plains were still relatively safe in the short term, but if Aginaga, Snow Miri, and several other major tribes were to fail and withdraw from the Cato Mountains, then the future of their Green Field tribe would definitely not be too good.

The groups of miserable native tribal members below were a portrayal of the future of Allen's people if they could not drive the Drow out of the wilderness.

The gate of Nasir Fortress, which had been closed for many days, slowly opened, and a group of fully armed goblins, gnolls, and troll warriors, holding sharp weapons high, stepped out with steady steps.

“Listen up, those who want to go south, the toll is per head…”

The leaders of several major tribes were truly shameless. Not only did they want to use these natives as cannon fodder, but they even wanted to squeeze another layer of oil from their remaining wealth.

As the captain of the gate garrison announced the new regulations for passing through the fortress, waves of dissatisfied cries erupted from the agitated native crowd.

Some wanted to resist, but there were few respondents.

The fierce and powerful army warriors in front of them were staring at everyone, and anyone who dared to act rashly would probably have their sharp weapons mercilessly thrust into the crowd of troublemakers.

No one dared to cause trouble, so some began to act.

There were too many natives outside the city, and everyone had been delayed outside the fortress for too long.

No one could guarantee that the ferocious Drow behind them would wait until everyone had safely passed through the fortress before chasing after them.

Leaving this northern land one step earlier meant one more point of safety.

As for some worldly possessions, although it was somewhat painful for the backbone leaders and chiefs of many tribes, it was not something they could not afford.

When someone took the lead, it became even more difficult for the originally ununited native crowd to resist the powerful army in front of the fortress.

Countless people began to slowly wriggle and head towards the deep canyon line behind the fortress, not knowing that deep in the canyon, an army sharpening their knives was waiting for this group of prey to come to their door!

Of course, there were still many natives who sadly headed out of the mountains.

For the poor lower classes who had long run out of savings on their way into exile, the suddenly soaring toll fee of the fortress was really not something they could afford.

They did not know, however, that perhaps at this time, detouring around the mountains and crossing the mountains to the south would instead allow them to avoid the danger of becoming cannon fodder for the several major tribes in the wilderness.

The Drow army was late in coming, and in fact, their decision to go south was somewhat bumpy from the beginning.

Their original plan to invade the wilderness had actually been almost achieved after successively capturing and occupying the vast territories of Cold Wind Ridge and Bonn City.

Going further south was actually somewhat difficult for the Drow to take care of.

After all, among the Drow city-state alliance, only 4-5 city-states decided to stay in the surface world, while the remaining dozen city-states either wanted to continue to settle near the passage between the underground and the surface, or wanted to return to the underground to develop and live.

Without bringing the residents and slaves from the underground city-states to settle in the wilderness, the allied forces of these 4-5 city-states were only a few hundred thousand in number.

The Northern Territory, which was thousands of miles in circumference, was enough to accommodate their population.

Even if millions of compatriots and slaves from the underground were brought up together, the land from Cold Wind Ridge to Bonn City would be enough for the Drow to live on.

Therefore, on the question of whether to continue south, the matrons of several city-states had great differences.

Among them, two matrons, facing the land that had already been occupied and divided, had completely lost their previous ambitions and only wanted to quickly move their people over while the elves of the Elven Kingdom were still quiet.

The remaining three matrons hoped to at least occupy the strategic pass of Nasir Fortress, so that they could not only calmly face the possible counterattacks of the wilderness, but also inflict a heavy blow on the armies of the tribal alliances in the Northern Territory.

If they could take the opportunity to wipe out their main force, wouldn't that also eliminate many future threats?

Finally, after several discussions, the matrons finally reached an agreement and led their hundred thousand legions south to Nasir Fortress, preparing to give Bile and his group of wilderness natives a show of force.

At this time, it had been a full two months since Allen brought his people to join the battle, and sometimes Allen and the others had even begun to fantasize that these Drow might not dare to go south again.

In fact, even if the Drow did not come, after the Aman Shah, Argon, and Urok tribes arrived to support them, Bile and Arrell were also preparing to go north and retake their lost land.

Nasir Fortress, as well as the dozens of miles of canyon area behind the fortress, and the Muer Fortress at the southern exit of the canyon, were already densely covered with flags, and nearly two hundred thousand wilderness troops had gathered, waiting for Bile, Arrell, and several other commanders to give the order to begin the operation.

“Finally, it's here! I've been waiting impatiently!”

Several legendary-level powerhouses were floating high in the air, several miles above the Nasir Fortress, gazing at the long, wriggling snake-like formation in the north, and the yellowish-brown dust slowly rising above the formation.

Maggot Eye had always been irritable, and his eyes often revealed a strong bloodthirsty aura. Coldwind Hold, which he and his ancestors had managed for countless years, was now occupied by the filthy and shameless Drow in his hands. Anyone in Maggot Eye's position would feel bad.

Especially as the forefront of the Drow invasion from the Underworld, when the Drow sent troops south, Maggot Eye had not yet had time to complete the clan's defensive mobilization, nor had he transported the wealth he had scavenged and accumulated to a safe place. When the war really broke out, and the entire Coldwind Hold was surrounded by the Drow, it was as difficult as ascending to heaven for Maggot Eye to transport his dozens of carts of wealth out in front of a group of clansmen.

Finally, seeing that the war was failing and Coldwind Hold was about to fall, Maggot Eye decided to lead the clansmen to break through. However, the huge amount of property could not be given to the Drow outside for nothing. Suffering from the inability to take away these goods, Maggot Eye endured the piercing pain and waved his hand to distribute the countless wealth to the clansmen.

The gnoll's character is really stubborn and crazy. If everyone really thought that Maggot Eye, the leader, only cared about himself and not the life and death of everyone, even if Maggot Eye was a legendary powerhouse, these crazy and simple-minded guys would definitely ignore the current crisis and would inevitably create countless troubles and riots for Maggot Eye.

Familiar with the character of these clansmen, Maggot Eye could only wrong himself to benefit the clansmen. Only then could he lead this group of guys to break through the Drow's encirclement and head south to join the trolls of Snowmeade. At least, the wealth he had collected was still in the hands of the clansmen. After settling down, he would still have time to slowly recover them.

However, the pain of losing wealth and the grief of losing his inherent territory were all projected by Maggot Eye onto the Drow. Now that he had finally waited for the arrival of the Drow, his enemy, how could Maggot Eye not be excited and look forward to immediately counterattacking these guys?

“Yes, I really hope they can attack the city soon!”

How could Arier not be uncomfortable? The encounter of his tribe was far more difficult than Maggot Eye's Raven's Claw. Even if everyone defeated the Drow in front of them and drove them out of the wilderness, the decline of his Snowmeade tribe was already a foregone conclusion. It only depended on whether his descendants could fight for it and rise again in the future.

Privately, Arier even hoped that the Drow from afar could give their coalition a heavy blow, especially the few legendary-level powerhouses present. It would be even better if one or two of them could fall.

The other leaders and representatives around him all revealed a bit of fighting spirit in their eyes. Facing the upcoming war, they were more or less full of confidence. After all, with the strength of the legions they had gathered, they were much stronger than the Drow from afar.

Alan still had no expression on his face, just staring at the long snake in the distance, silently observing the other party's movements. It was a pity that the distance was a bit far, and the other party's military formation was a bit blurry, making Alan's peeping a bit difficult.

The longer Alan spent time with this group of leaders who had decision-making power, the more he disliked the despicable and vile behavior in these guys' hearts. Although he also knew that these leaders' starting points were always for the benefit of their respective tribes, their attitude of treating the other wilderness natives as livestock completely lacked the concept of equality and balance that the Temple of Nature had always promoted.

Perhaps Alan had spent too much time interacting with the Oak Church and Eric and the others, and he had unknowingly been influenced by the other party a lot. Although he also believed that the interests of the tribe were above all else, he never felt that the lives of the group of wilderness native cannon fodder who were placed on the front line of the city defense and were not willing to fight were really worthless.

Even if it was for the benefit of each other's tribes, and they had to sacrifice the helpless and easy-to-bully natives as cannon fodder, at least they couldn't be as shameless as Byler and Arier in front of them. Not only did they collect tolls by taking advantage of passing through the fortress, but after kidnapping them to become cannon fodder, the daily meals were just a large pot of light and thin porridge, completely not giving people a full meal.

Such companions and such actions inevitably made Alan feel a bit disgusted in his heart, but his reason told him that he could not fall out with the other party, at least he had to maintain the current relationship, otherwise it would be himself and his clansmen who would suffer.

Perhaps only a great leader like Alan, who led his group to climb up step by step from the bottom and grow stronger, would understand the hardships of the wilderness natives at the bottom. Because guys like Byler and Arier, from the moment they were born, had never really lived like a weakling in the wilderness.

Next to his ear, several leaders were still discussing how to let the cannon fodder on the front line of the city defense die and consume the Drow's fighting will and supplies. Alan was a little annoyed and suddenly soared into the sky, leaving the city defense range of Nasir Fortress and slowly approaching the Drow army ahead.

“Alan, don't get too close, be careful of being targeted by the Drow's powerhouses…”

Behind him, Byler shouted loudly, but did not receive any response. Since that was the case, Byler was too lazy to say anything more.

Alan, this hobgoblin compatriot's strength, can now be said to be steadily surpassing Byler, who is also in the mid-stage of legend, plus the suddenly emerging human legend Eric. Byler, who originally wanted to win over Alan with all his heart, gradually began to alienate Alan at some point.

There was no way. Who told Alan's tribe and the Ajina tribe to also be mainly composed of goblins? In the case of an absolute difference in strength between each other, it was a good link. However, when the weaker party showed a threat to the stronger party, the affinity link brought about by bloodline became a major factor in guarding against each other.

The distance between the two tribes seemed far away, but in fact, the range of influence had a considerable coverage. If both sides wanted to continue to strengthen their own tribe, then whether they were attracting surrounding compatriots or collecting inheritances and resources that were beneficial to their tribe's warriors, they would become an invisible competitor, which was an indisputable fact.