Green Monster Epic

Chapter 440: Fierce Battle

The moment the magical beam of light shot into the sky in the distance, Eric, who had been waiting for a long time, widened his hawk-like eyes. The obscure, mystical power within him spread out towards the ground and the air, and the power of the anti-air domain was directly unleashed, immediately causing chaos among the Drow legends and spellcasters who were casting flight spells.

"What's going on?!"

"Damn it!!"

In the midst of the chaos, several airborne Drow legends crashed to the ground, creating a series of indentations. Dozens of Drow spellcasters tumbled awkwardly on the ground, trying to dissipate the impact on their bodies from the high-altitude fall.

Allen ignored the others and unleashed a Sky Cleaving Strike that had been charging for a long time, directly towards the front left, where a group of Drow spellcasters had fallen. He wanted to help his teammates clear out the small fries before the battle began.

Even spellcasters who had not reached the legendary realm were far more troublesome than ordinary warriors. The various magical spells they cast could greatly hinder even legends in battle, even affecting the outcome of a legendary battle.

Therefore, the rebellion of the followers of the Dark Maiden in Coldwind Hold was significant in that it tied down hundreds of Drow spellcasters stationed in Coldwind Hold, as well as a large number of well-trained troops, in various corners of the city, thereby creating a relatively fair environment for Allen and his group.

Moreover, the magic circle they had set up in advance on the battlefield was also to clear out the surrounding Drow, giving Allen and his group more time.

Otherwise, in the Drow's lair, it would be too presumptuous for Kirill and his dozen or so people to dare to challenge the combined power of the Drow clans.

War and small-scale team skirmishes were never the same thing. Even a demigod like Kirill would not dare to easily challenge an organized army of tens of thousands.

"Boom!!"

The earth shook and the mountains trembled, as if a major earthquake of magnitude ten or higher had occurred. The protective shield formed by the magic circle rippled in the air. On the six-pointed star magic array tools controlled by several temple spellcasters, a gem shattered directly and was completely destroyed, only then blocking the aftermath of Allen's sword strike.

More than a dozen Drow mages emerged from the surrounding corners and buildings, covered in dust, looking at the devastated area with lingering fear. With one move, the forty-odd Drow mages and warlocks who had been standing together before were now only a dozen of them left.

Before this group of Drow could calm down, Allen had already transformed into a ghost, using the Misty Steps at full strength to create a long, illusory afterimage, constantly shuttling between these surviving Drow.

Without any sense of shame in using his strength against the weak, and without the slightest mercy, Allen repeatedly slashed and swept with the Bone Cleaver in his hand, either killing or sweeping away the enemies he encountered. The silver-gray light of the magic-breaking runes covered the blade of the Bone Cleaver, and any magical shields or effects encountered were like bubbles, hardly playing any role, before being broken open, and then the heavy blade tore the spellcasters under magical protection apart.

Occasionally, the magical tools or spell shields cast by the spellcasters were not weak, blocking the blade of the Bone Cleaver, but apart from the damage of the blade itself, the Bone Cleaver, weighing more than 400 pounds, under the blessing of Allen's powerful strength, made the slender Drow spellcasters even more miserable than being split in two by the Bone Cleaver, directly being sent flying dozens of meters away, dragging out a series of deep and shallow ravines along the way.

There were actually quite a few Drow legends in Coldwind Hold. According to the information obtained by Kirill and the others, there should be ten of them. However, apart from Ted and another legendary follower of the Dark Maiden, plus the priestess Vicki who was eliminated at the beginning, the Drow were now at a disadvantage in numbers when facing Allen and his group of legends.

Therefore, even though some Drow had noticed Allen's wanton slaughter of their subordinates, no other Drow could spare their hands to help the surrounding Drow elites intercept Allen's killing.

This allowed Allen to experience a long-lost sense of pleasure. Almost no one could escape his pursuit. In the past, spellcasters relied on their slippery spells. Even if they could not fight against a strongman like Allen, they could teleport hundreds of meters away, causing great trouble for Allen's pursuit. But now, being trapped in a narrow space of only one or two thousand meters, and unable to use flight spells, how could they escape the pursuit of Allen, a mid-level legend with extremely fast speed!

If Allen hadn't been slightly distracted and occasionally checked on Eric, who was maintaining the anti-air domain, I'm afraid there would have been no other humanoids besides them in the entire dilapidated battlefield.

Allen's relationship with Eric was much closer than with other companions, and Eric himself also had an important role to play in the future of the Green Field tribe. If it weren't for this mission, Allen really wouldn't want to put him in danger.

In addition, Eric's outstanding feature was his two powerful domain powers, which had an extremely strong limiting effect, especially in this kind of battle between legendary powerhouses. In comparison, his own combat power among the many legends present could only be considered the bottom of the barrel, so Allen was always prepared to help Eric out during the battle.

Various evil auras and dark divine spells were cast from the whips and mallets of the Spider Queen's priestesses. Perhaps influenced by the Spider Queen, the Drow matriarchs and priestesses mostly used the long whips, with only two Drow male instructors using their usual rapiers and scimitars.

Whip shadows were everywhere, constantly transforming into shadowy snakes, sweeping towards the Drow's enemies under the cover of the dark night. Hammer forces and blade storms flew wildly, shattering the whip shadows. Clusters of magical brilliance collided with the divine spells and auras coming from the rear, either annihilating each other or stirring up dazzling rays of light.

Kirill made full use of his agility advantage, acting more unpredictably than a ghost. One moment he was attacking a Drow instructor, the next he suddenly appeared dozens of meters away behind a Drow priestess, a backstab piercing through the priestess's protective divine spell shield.

Without waiting for the priestess to react, Kirill didn't covet any advantage at all, and disappeared again, appearing once more in a distant place, pointing the sharp blade in his hand directly at the vital point of another Drow legend.

The silver shield in the hands of Kozmoll, the Kobold legend of 'Roaring Tooth,' flashed with light, and countless lightning bolts surged out from the shield, covering the dozens of meters of uneven ground. The oncoming Drow were stimulated by the powerful electric current, and before the short-term paralysis effect could dissipate, Kozmoll's one-handed hammer in his right hand had already smashed into the opponent's face, and the powerful force instantly caused a large dent in the delicate cheek of this Drow female.

The long whip in the hands of the Drow matriarch Maeve had been turning around and around. At the same time, a charm spell she had been preparing for a long time, under the cover of countless whip shadows, landed squarely on the head of the Lizardman opponent she had been entangled with, and the opponent's eyes suddenly became dazed.

The long whip snapped out a whip flower, and then wrapped around the Lizardman's slender neck, which was protecting him. Just as she was about to succeed, a spear shaft just blocked the barbed whip. It was the Lizardman who had regained his clarity at a critical moment.

Seeing that the spell had failed, Maeve was not discouraged. The long whip simply wrapped around the spear shaft that the opponent was protecting his neck with, coiling around it like a snake, and then a fierce pull sent the Lizardman spinning out in the air like a top, raising a cloud of dust on the ground.

"You should be Allen, the patriarch of the Green Field tribe. I advise you, there is still time to turn back now. If you really ruin the plans of my Church of Nature, your tribe's future days will not be easy!!"

Gino, the goblin envoy, was covered in several magical shields with different auras. A codex in his left hand turned pages automatically without wind, and magical models were about to jump out of it. He solemnly blocked Allen's path.

Allen frowned slightly, feeling a little embarrassed. Thoughts clashed in his mind, but in the blink of an eye, he had made a decision. The Bone Cleaver in his hand directly unleashed an Earth Shattering Strike, heading ruthlessly towards Gino.

"Get out of the way!!"

After careful consideration, he still felt that the power of the envoy of the Church of Nature was too weak. Although it was necessary to cover people's eyes, if the person negotiating with the Drow matriarchs was too weak, it would inevitably appear stingy and weak.

At any rate, the Church of Nature was also the core sect of the newly promoted Nature God system. It was impossible that they couldn't even produce a legendary envoy!

I can't change the previous chapter. Everyone, just know it in this chapter. In fact, it doesn't have much impact on the overall war.