Green Monster Epic

"Don't mess up the formation!!"

"Keep up with the pace of your teammates to the left and right, don't look around!!!"

A group of goblins with varying heights, mixed with a dozen tall ogres, formed a wedge-shaped formation, slowly advancing through the bush-filled, unknown wilderness.

Great Goblin Leo constantly used his Swords Dancer speed talent, patrolling around the team, occasionally issuing warnings to a few dawdling guys in the team, reminding them of the problems with their gradually deforming battle formation.

After passing through the teleportation array to this magical and unfamiliar plane, a group of wilderness wanderers was immediately given a rude awakening.

During this century-long window, a pack of jackal-like beasts, which had migrated from some unknown place, used the beacon location established by the Mansha Alliance as their nest. When Leo and his team were teleported here, before they could even stand firm and see the scene in front of them, the pack of snarling beasts had already roared and charged into the Green Field Tribe's ranks.

The formation was torn apart, and the scene became chaotic, but only for a brief moment. Fortunately, after the Green Field Tribe warriors had undergone rigorous combat training by the dragon Figglas, they only experienced a brief period of chaos for a dozen breaths. Then, with the shouts of Spark, Leo, Amansha, and other squad leaders, the team quickly regained control of the situation.

Fortunately, the overall strength of this group of wolf-beasts was not too strong. Although their individual strength was at the level of high-level combatants, their total number was still far less than the Green Field Tribe's force of 200.

After paying the price of a dozen minor injuries and one serious injury, Leo and his team finally spent more than one magic hour eliminating this pack of more than one hundred wolf-beasts.

The Great Goblin Swords Dancer who was seriously injured had more than half of the muscles torn off his left thigh at the root, and his tendons were also broken. Although he received timely treatment from his teammates, as well as the assistance of advanced healing potions and scrolls prepared by the tribe for them, it only prevented the Swords Dancer's injury from worsening. However, he was basically useless in the following battles, and whether he would become disabled in the future was still unknown.

However, clearing out this nest of more than one hundred wolf-beasts also gave the Green Field team three Dream Crystals, as well as materials extracted from the wolf-beast leader and several guard wolf-beasts as spoils of war, which could be considered a good start for the goblins of Green Field??

Learning from the lessons of the initial encounter, Leo and Spark slowed down their pace of exploration. Five days passed, and their range of activity was only within a two-hundred-mile diameter centered on the beacon.

From the initial novelty and curiosity about everything, as if they were in a dream world, to the current difficulty in arousing everyone's interest in the colorful and diverse strange creatures, it could be said that after being fooled countless times and suffering many losses, a group of goblins had finally become smarter and understood some of the rules of this world.

The more colorful and eye-catching a creature is, the more dangerous it tends to be. Otherwise, such a creature would have been ruined by other predators long ago because it was too dazzling.

"Shhh!!!"

The thief sent to the front suddenly blocked Spark's path. As he raised his hand and made a silent gesture with a clenched fist, the group of goblins immediately stopped and vigilantly surveyed their surroundings, acting very systematically.

"What's the situation?"

After the team stopped, Leo, Amansha, and other professional captains gathered at the front of the team where Spark was, and asked in a low voice.

"There's a bit of trouble ahead."

"About ten miles ahead, there will be a canyon. On the cliffs at the edge of the canyon, there is a group of over three hundred Flying Swordfish."

The dwarven assassin Sonia is the scout captain of the team, leading the assassins, thieves, and shadow walkers in the team, constantly patrolling around the team. As the most outstanding scout, she is specifically responsible for scouting the direction the team is heading.

Sonia drew the dagger from her waist and carved a simple pattern on the soft, messy ground, telling Leo and the others about the various situations she had scouted.

"Three hundred?"

The captains had different expressions. Some were excited, while others were solemn. This should be the largest group of prey they had encountered along the way.

"Did you see the leader-level Flying Fish in the school?"

Amansha asked in a deep voice.

"I didn't dare to get too close. Their senses are too sharp. I only sneaked within a hundred meters of their nest, and some Flying Swordfish had already noticed something. There was a small commotion in the nest, and then I retreated."

Sonia shook her head and explained in a low voice.

"…"

There was a moment of silence as the captains absorbed the existing information and began to calculate the team's next move in their minds.

"What do we do next?"

Sonia spoke first. Her team had the smallest number, and their task was only scouting and guarding, so they didn't need to make choices about actions like Spark and Leo. At most, they would have one vote when there was a disagreement.

"Detour in other directions, or directly annihilate this group of Flying Swordfish?"

"There's no need to detour, right? It's not easy to encounter a challenging target. I think we can take it down!!"

Leo looked up and said confidently.

"I think it's feasible, but we need to formulate a proper plan. It's best to disperse some of the Flying Fish's forces first, weaken their strength, and then attack their nest."

Amansha nodded, agreeing with Leo's opinion, but making it more complete in detail.

"Okay, I agree."

Spark said in a muffled voice from behind his shield.

"If we really want to deal with this group of Flying Swordfish, I think it's best to prepare some tools in advance, such as nets and throwing spears."

Seeing that most of the captains had expressed their opinions, Sonia put forward her own views. When she came back, she was already thinking about ways to target this group of Flying Swordfish.

"Yeah, indeed!!"

"Our biggest weakness is the lack of flying ability. Except for a few mages who can cast Fly and druids who can transform into giant eagles, our other team members don't have the ability to fly."

"Our spellcaster squad will cast Storm and Lightning Strike during the battle, which should be able to delay the Flying Swordfish's flying ability…"

"Then our divine spells will prepare Slow, Gravity…"

The captains discussed and came up with various ideas, and soon had a preliminary battle plan.

As the battle plan was completed, one instruction after another was passed into the ears of the members, and then two hundred goblins and ogre warriors began to gather materials on the spot and make simple tools and traps.

The spellcasters and divine spellcasters were relatively idle. They gathered together and began to communicate with each other, conducting a brief rehearsal for the upcoming joint chanting and construction of spell models.

The captains wandered around the surrounding area, looking for a suitable battlefield. Whenever they were in a place with a unique environment and geography, they would stay for a while, discussing and analyzing whether the characteristics had an impact on the team's battle, and whether the impact was beneficial or harmful.

Once the final battlefield was determined and the team members were notified, those responsible for setting traps and installing combat equipment would move the prepared tools over. After considering the terrain and concealment factors, these traps and devices were quickly completed. Then, using various methods of Druids, scouts, and thieves, the original appearance of the area was restored, so that at least at a rough glance, no one would notice the murderous intent within.

So many steps and arrangements did not delay the Green Field Brigade much time. When Sonia, who had gone to continue scouting for more detailed information, returned, the battlefield and personnel set up by the team were already in place, waiting for Leo and the others' next instructions.

"Next, it's up to you guys."

Several captains met, and two more goblin members appeared beside them. Together with Sonia, the three of them were important figures in luring the enemy.

"Don't worry, when I was scouting just now, I already planned a suitable route. Based on the flight speed of the Swordfish that we observed, we are confident that we can bring the Swordfish swarm over without injury."

Sonia responded in a deep voice, but there was still some worry on her face: "What I'm most afraid of is that this group of Swordfish will move out in full force. When that time comes, will we directly shake them off, or will we still follow the plan and bring them back here?"

"… …"

"… …"

The other captains were silent, deep in thought.

In this unfamiliar world, and with various unfamiliar creatures, the Green Field Brigade had actually suffered a lot of hidden losses in the past few days due to unfamiliarity with understanding the characteristics of the creatures: Some people were confused by psychic spells, directly hacking and killing randomly in the team, not only destroying the formation, but also injuring unsuspecting partners around them; Some people were suddenly entangled by a mutated creature transformed from a seemingly harmless bush when passing by it, and quickly pulled into the depths of the jungle, almost disappearing from everyone's sight… …

Because of the unfamiliarity with the biological characteristics of this plane, even if everyone is full of confidence in their team at this time, they still inevitably worry that some strange ability of this group of Swordfish will put the team in danger. Influenced too deeply by Allen, the commanders and tribal members of the Green Field Brigade have become accustomed to a steady and cautious style. When facing battles with too many uncertain factors, they still need to be more cautious.

The cost of cultivating a high-level combatant for a tribe is not small. In a wilderness tribe where legends are still a luxury combat power, high-level combatants are the mainstay of each tribe. Therefore, if a battle has too many risks and causes too many combat losses to the members of the team, it is itself a losing proposition.

"Bring them back!!"

"I think we can eat this group of Swordfish!!"

Soon, the captains of the team raised their heads, looked at each other, and smiled knowingly, already having an answer in their hearts.

"Okay, then I'll go."

Since the other captains had already stated their positions, Sonia had no more worries. She got up, patted the shoulders of her two subordinates, and turned into a gust of breeze, rushing towards the distance. The two goblin team members following behind were equally fast, quickly chasing after her.

"Everyone conceal yourselves. Spellcaster squad, you have fifteen minutes to cast blessing spells on the other members, giving priority to the front row shield warriors, berserkers, and strongmen."

"… …"

The goblins skillfully used the terrain to quickly hide their figures, and the spellcaster team also slowly chanted after the order was issued, casting divine spells and spells on themselves and their surrounding partners.

For Sonia and the others, who are known for their speed, a ten-mile distance, at their fastest speed, actually takes less than ten minutes for a round trip. When Sonia and the two members, dozens of meters away, used flying axes and javelins tied with magic scrolls, smashed into the Swordfish's nest, one after another gorgeous magic fireworks bloomed directly in the caves built by the fish swarm on the cliffs.

"Jiji Jiji!!!!"

"Squeak ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"

The fish swarm issued urgent warning sounds, and in a very short time locked onto the culprits of all this chaos, the three unfamiliar figures who began to step away and flee.

Swish Swish Swish!!!!!

Swish Swish Swish!!

Almost half of the Swordfish, led by a huge Swordfish leader more than five meters long, turned into flying arrows, using the sharp thorns extending from the top of their heads, almost equal to the length of their bodies, to cut through the air and roar towards the three fleeing figures.

Sonia turned her head from time to time to check the information of the pursuers behind her, and at the same time did not forget to throw simple javelins behind her, provocatively choosing the leading huge Swordfish.

How could the enraged Swordfish be willing to give up? The pair of huge wings extending from below the fish's head vibrated violently again and again, making its movements faster and faster, bringing the distance between the two sides closer and closer, and it was about to be able to stab the three figures with the sharp thorns in its front mouth.

It was just that this group of Swordfish was busy chasing the figures in front, but ignored the observation of the surrounding environment. The somewhat sloppy traces in front, where many creatures had existed, naturally did not attract the attention of the Swordfish.

"Do it!!"

Swish Swish Swish!!!

With an order, countless giant nets woven from local materials suddenly flew out from all directions. Dozens of ogres at this time fully demonstrated their powerful arm strength, spreading out 6-7 wide nets and covering the swarm of more than one hundred fish flying 3-4 meters high.

"Jiji!!"

The fish swarm made bird-like sounds, one after another. Most of the fish were covered by dozens of large nets, struggling and falling to the ground. There were also a few lucky ones who fortunately dodged the first batch of large nets, but the javelins that followed closely with a shrill sound of breaking through the air, with great force and fairly accurate strength, pierced into the randomly flying fish swarm.

Puchi! Puchi!!

"Hiss!!!!"

"Jiji!!!!"

… … Cries of sorrow sounded, 7-8 Swordfish twisted and fell from the sky, with at least 3 simple spears embedded in their bodies.

However, after a brief period of chaos, the Swordfish that were still flying freely did not retreat. Instead, they flapped their wings more powerfully, swooping down and launching their counterattack, aiming their sharp thorns at a target below, stabbing down without hesitation.

Dong!! Dong!!

Puchi! … …

Dozens of shield warriors raised their shields in time, using shield protection, shield charge and other tactical skills to firmly protect their attacked companions behind them. The remaining few melee warriors simply used weapons and body techniques to avoid or block the Swordfish's attacks.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

Countless vines suddenly grew out of the ground, sweeping towards the Swordfish that were already less than one meter above the ground and whose attacks were frustrated, like pythons preying on prey. As long as a vine caught a Swordfish, it would quickly wrap around the Swordfish's body, limiting its ability to continue flying.

The Swordfish that were constantly struggling in the net opened their mouths and bit at the not-so-strong woven net. Some lucky guys broke free from the net, but more Swordfish had not had time to escape when they were blocked by the goblin warriors who rushed up with sharp or heavy weapons, piercing and hammering at their vital points, turning them into dead fish on the ground.