Green Monster Epic

Drow Matron Deborah's threat carried no weight whatsoever. To this group of powerhouses, who were accustomed to grand scenes, it didn't evoke any fear. Their actions remained merciless.

The so-called ceasefire agreement might have given a steady leader like Alan some hesitation before the initial attack. However, once he decided to act and put it into motion, there was no turning back. He would either achieve his goal or require an even greater benefit to change his mind.

Sword Dancer D'Jor had just escaped a calamity, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Alan was already upon him. The heavy Bonecleaver descended from above in a vertical chop. The condensed sword wind alone made D'Jor feel as if he were carrying hundreds of pounds, making every movement exceptionally difficult.

Two slender swords stabbed out rapidly. D'Jor's arms moved so fast that they created a low-pitched sonic boom. Relying on his more agile movements, D'Jor reversed his previous dodging strategy. He now moved swiftly within a small area, constantly evading Bonecleaver's changing attacks while simultaneously thrusting his slender swords at Alan's vitals, seemingly aiming for a trade of injuries.

Several magical fluctuations from afar further amplified D'Jor's movements and strength. These were magical enhancements from Matron Deborah. Although Deborah was currently dealing with the dragon Figglas's entanglement and dragon-type magical attacks, the support she could provide to D'Jor was not significant.

Archer Auburn faced relatively less pressure. The heavy and swift arrows in his hand constantly emitted eerie whooshing sounds, helping D'Jor break free from the encirclement. However, D'Jor's opponents were simply too numerous and powerful. Even if Auburn focused on just one, he would still feel somewhat powerless, let alone facing four at once.

The battle was intense, especially with the wilderness powerhouses, who were on the offensive and firmly adhered to their merciless style. They relentlessly pursued the Sword Dancer D'Jor.

D'Jor pushed his speed to the limit, constantly dancing on the edge of a blade. His counterattacks became fewer and fewer, and his defense became even more strained.

During the coordinated siege, D'Jor was finally forced to directly withstand a blow from Alan. He and his slender swords were smashed to the ground, creating a sizable pit. D'Jor didn't even dare to stay on the ground for long, and he forcibly supported his injured body to quickly dart out of the pit, narrowly avoiding Zorf's spiked mace's head-on strike.

The ground trembled violently. D'Jor's figure dashed through the air, with Alan, Arielle, and Kozmoll close behind. While fleeing, D'Jor kept coughing up blood and bits of flesh.

Relying on his thick skin and tough flesh, Figglas basically ignored the arrows fired at him, unless they were aimed directly at his vital points. He focused more of his energy on the constantly disappearing and reappearing mage Deborah in front of him. The fire-type dragon's innate magical abilities were used to delay and block Deborah's position, but the real focus of the attack was still the dragon's own tough and powerful physical body. Given the chance to get close, his nimble and swift front claws, his sharp and strong hind claws, and even his tail, which dragged a huge bone hammer, would all be enough to make the Drow Matron suffer.

Deborah's magical power was flowing away. If she encountered this dragon alone under normal circumstances, Deborah had absolute confidence that she could steadily suppress this big guy with her powerful caster abilities. However, this was not a one-on-one fight, and the dragon was also very experienced. He immediately used his stamina and energy without reservation, determined to hold her back in a short period of time and prevent her from freeing up her hands to help her companions.

Weakness Ray, Slow, Wither Bloom... various negative and dark energy corrosion spells were greatly discounted in front of the dragon with excellent spell resistance. However, Deborah couldn't be stingy. After all, the dragon's talent for both magic and martial arts was truly powerful. To deal with this guy, Deborah had to show some real skills.

While fighting, Deborah also weighed the situation. The two legendary figures she brought out this time were relatively trustworthy subordinates in her city-state. Losing any one of them would greatly affect her control over the city-state and her secret rivalry with the other five matrons.

Deborah's actions this time were just a whim. After hearing that this hobgoblin Alan had appeared in their territory, she came to join in the fun. Therefore, she never thought that she would encounter the current situation. No matter how you look at it, Deborah had enough security this time, bringing two legendary subordinates and a team of dozens of elite Drow warriors behind her.

But Deborah never expected that in such a remote place, five legendary figures would suddenly emerge. Each legendary figure already had the strength of a high-level peak. Although the dragon looked the weakest, it was only at the intermediate level, but relying on the dragon's talent, it was far more difficult to deal with than ordinary legendary high-level humanoid powerhouses.

When her subordinate D'Jor was severely injured, Deborah's heart also became conflicted. Although she could guess that this group of wilderness legendary figures gathered here must have some plot, and the more intense the other party's actions, the greater the plot must be, this aroused the greedy Drow Matron's curiosity. But in the face of reality, she had to make a decision and consider the matter of retreat.

Deborah prepared a Void Severance, annihilating the flames in front of her. She activated a pigeon-blood gemstone inlaid on her scantily clad robe. A blast of air immediately pushed herself and the approaching dragon in opposite directions.

Just after creating some distance, Deborah waved the long whip in her hand, drawing mysterious patterns. Before the spell in her hand could take shape, clusters of black clouds surged in from all directions, enveloping the vast battlefield.

The Nightfall spell instantly pulled the space within a kilometer range from day to night. No light from the outside could penetrate, all being blocked by the Nightfall or simply absorbed by it. Alan, who had the innate ability of dark vision, was also greatly affected at this time. Looking into the distance, the Sword Dancer's target had now become a blurry black shadow. Coupled with the already dark skin, Alan couldn't even see the other party's face and expression clearly.

If Alan was like this, Arielle and Kozmoll were even worse. The previously clearly tracked target would disappear from their sight if they were not careful. Often, a great opportunity would have been wasted when they re-locked on, which immediately made the barely holding on D'Jor much easier.

The Bonecleaver's blade suddenly turned into a ball of flame. Alan finally activated the Frenzy skill. He was becoming more and more accustomed to the massive rage surging through his blood vessels. Now, gathering a huge amount of energy and pouring it into the Bonecleaver only took a breath or two.

Sky Split!!

The sword stance was like the expectations that Alan himself contained. With one slash, it was unstoppable. The air in front was directly torn apart, and the energy fluctuations brought by the spatial rift instantly triggered the model of the Nightfall spell. The entire Nightfall, spanning a kilometer, was instantly split into two by the sword stance, as if the space had been split into two halves by Alan's sword.

The black gas slowly dissipated, and with it, the figures of the three drow, Deborah, Djor, and Aubin, also vanished. By the time Allen and the others' matriarchs searched the surroundings and located their tracks, they had already fled over a thousand meters into the jungle on the ground.

Rage flew from the Bone Cleaver with tenacity, and the orange-red energy wind blade cleaved through the trees and sand along the way, but it only brought a little trouble to the drow fleeing in the distance. Kozmo struck his shield with his warhammer, and a lightning bolt as thick as a bucket suddenly appeared on the shield's surface, crackling and hissing as it shot forward. Deborah wrapped her whip around it, diverting the current into the ground, and a patch of scorched earth rose up with countless sparks.

There was also Ariel, who threw flying axes as he chased, Zorf's long spear, and Figglas's next Dragon Breath spell...

This chase continued for dozens of miles. Although Allen and the others were not shaken off by their opponents, they were also unable to close the distance, and a stalemate ensued.

"We can't let them get away!! Otherwise, we'll have even more trouble later!!"

Kozmo was unwilling to give up and roared, still wanting to continue the chase, but as he turned around, he discovered that Allen and the dragon Figglas had stopped and were standing together, maintaining a safe distance from Kozmo and the others.

"..."

"If you want to chase, go chase them yourself. I only took action for the sake of Ariel and Zorf. As for you, Kozmo, we haven't forgotten so easily about your attack on my companions last time!!"

At this moment, Allen finally had time to give Figglas an apologetic look. After all, his previous actions had indeed been a bit abrupt, acting before discussing it with Figglas, which was somewhat disrespectful to an equal companion.

Therefore, after the battle ended, Allen immediately expressed his apology, at least to let his teammate feel his sincerity. The longer one lives, the more one understands about people's hearts and intentions. Although Allen's personality isn't the type to overly pursue methods and schemes, as a promising leader, his ability to consider problems and handle affairs is unquestionable.

"Allen, I think there might have been some misunderstanding before. Let's not hurt our harmony!!"

Ariel, seeing this scene, stepped forward to mediate. Allen's actions earlier had at least pleased him greatly. Ariel could roughly guess what had happened between Kozmo and the dragon. After all, Ariel had secretly sent someone to inform Kozmo about the dragon's existence.

"That's no misunderstanding!!!"

Figglas's eyes were fierce, not concealing anything. Although they were outnumbered at this time, Figglas, who understood his and Allen's strength, was not worried at all about being unable to defeat the three legends before him.

"Allen, since you made a choice before, you can't just drive away the drow and then immediately turn against us, right? That shouldn't be your style!!"

Zorf also came over, offering friendly comfort.

"Chieftain Allen, I know the purpose of your visit this time. I've been secretly observing you for a long time. I've been watching since you two arrived at Crescent Lake!!"

Kozmo stopped, his face softening a bit, and he looked sincerely into Allen and Figglas's eyes.

"I can guess that Chieftain Allen and Figglas, the two of you, probably don't know the location of the ruins passage, but I happen to have a piece of parchment with information about the ruins passage. How about we cooperate!!"

"As long as you're willing to cooperate, I'll cancel the mission to hunt you down, and the problems between you and our tribe will stop there!!"

"Heh heh heh, you want to cooperate with us with just a piece of parchment? Do you have the key to open the ruins?"

Figglas looked at Kozmo with mockery. The old and new grudges couldn't be dismissed with just a few light words from Kozmo.

At this time, Allen remained silent, taking the initiative to hand over the initiative to Figglas, as a way to make up for his previous actions. Anyway, he had no bargaining chips in his hand. How things would develop next depended on the attitude and choices of the two beings facing each other, and all he could do was fulfill what a trustworthy companion should do and act with Figglas.

"Figglas, don't forget that the key in your hand originally belonged to our Thunder Tribe!!"

Kozmo suppressed the anger in his heart and continued calmly: "Moreover, the drow have only temporarily retreated. No one knows when they will kill their way back. The drow team that comes over then will only be stronger. Can you be sure you can resist them? You've come all this way, are you planning to go back empty-handed?"

"If you miss this opportunity, it won't be easy for you to come and explore the ruins next time. Anyway, if we can't cooperate this time, I'll definitely release this news after I go back, and Ariel and Zorf here will probably not be idle either."

"After all, this is the ruins left by the ancient god Mansa's descendants. The opportunities hidden inside will be full of attraction for any legendary powerhouse in the wilderness!!"

When they heard the six words 'ancient god Mansa', the light in the eyes of Ariel and Zorf, who were standing with Kozmo, flickered. Obviously, they were shocked by this news, and then came undisguised joy. When they looked at Allen and Figglas, their emotions became more intense and gradually became a little dangerous.

Zorf should be the oldest of the several wilderness powerhouses present. Compared to Kozmo, his fear of the lifespan limit is also the greatest, and his desire to gain strength is probably only stronger than Kozmo.

As for Ariel, although he is relatively less urgent, don't forget that the new generation legend in his tribe is only at the initial stage of legend. If he can't improve before his lifespan arrives, then the future of the tribe is very worrying.

However, it is not that simple for a legend to advance one rank. Many powerhouses are only at the initial stage of legend until death. Ariel cannot guarantee how high his descendants can eventually improve to. Rather than pinning his hopes on his descendants, when there is an opportunity to go further, Ariel is naturally more willing to let himself go one step further, gain a longer lifespan, and more powerful strength.

"Are you threatening me?"

Figglas kept flapping his wings, stirring up gusts of wind. His restless heart and fierce eyes seemed ready to explode at any moment.

Allen frowned and couldn't help but tighten his grip on the Bone Cleaver, which he hadn't put away, preparing to support Figglas's next move.

"Heh heh heh, I'm just stating a fact. As for how things will develop in the end, doesn't it all depend on your choice?"

"However, I hope you can calm down and think about it carefully..."