Green Monster Epic

Everyone thought Allen was planning to retreat, but in reality, Allen's initial intention was to use escape as bait to lower the guard of Kozmer and the other two.

Just when he exchanged glances with Figlas earlier, he had already subtly hinted at his intentions to Figlas. As for whether Figlas could fully understand his intentions, Allen wasn't very confident, but it didn't matter.

In any case, with Figlas' current physical condition, helping Allen restrain one opponent would be the greatest help he could offer.

Moving like a startled rabbit, Allen's sudden counterattack was within the expectations of the three legendary powerhouses, but they never expected Allen's counterattack to be so powerful that the first to bear the brunt, Arier, was caught off guard. In the instant after the sword and axe collided, his body was ejected like a cannonball.

Zolv was intent on returning to support, but Figlas didn't give him the chance. Although the two-handed warhammer attacked the shield warrior Kozmer, the dragon's powerful spellcasting ability, even in the form of a hobgoblin, could quickly unleash a series of fiery screens in this fire-element-rich place.

By the time Zolv broke through the wall of fire and rushed back to the central part of the palace, Allen had already exchanged several head-on blows with Arier.

The berserker's powerful explosiveness was undoubtedly revealed. Arier was like a ball, and every time his superb combat skills blocked the cleaving and hacking of the Bone Reaver, the power transmitted from the heavy blade could only be borne by him and transferred to the stone wall and ground behind him.

Fresh blood spurted from his mouth, and occasionally, fragments of internal organs could be seen. Arier's powerful aura visibly weakened, and only a pair of eyes revealed a strong will to struggle for survival, still desperately blocking Allen's every killing blow.

It wasn't until Zolv arrived, blocking Allen's another devastating heavy blow for Arier and halting Allen's pursuit, that Arier breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression relaxed slightly.

Only a dozen or so breaths had passed, but for Arier, it felt like years. It wasn't that he hadn't fought with Allen before, and he had been mentally prepared for a hard fight, but when he truly faced Allen's full-strength attack, Arier always had a strange feeling.

For other legendary powerhouses, it was normal for their strength to stagnate for decades, but the hobgoblin in front of Arier could truly feel the other party's strength improving with every exchange. This made Arier feel both jealous and terrified and awed.

If this hobgoblin was given a little more time to continue improving his strength, would he really break through to the realm that legendary high-level powerhouses dreamed of?

No one knew the answer, but for Arier, this was something he absolutely did not want to see. If this hobgoblin really advanced to demigod, then the thousand-year inheritance of their Snowme ogre clan would probably become history, and the best outcome might be to become a vassal and follower of the greenskins.

"Ptooey!!!"

Spitting out a mouthful of saliva that was almost entirely blood and minced meat, and wiping the corner of his mouth, Arier had no intention of resting and recuperating. Shaking his arms, he charged up again with his double axes.

The berserker's burst was certainly powerful, but when his Fury skill entered its weakening period, the opponent's strength would inevitably plummet by several levels. Then would be a great opportunity to deal with the hobgoblin. It was rare to have such a great opportunity, and if he could kill the hobgoblin in this underground palace, then for Arier and his tribe, no matter how great the price, it would be worth it, even his own life!!

Zolv shook his numb arms, and his feet didn't stop, using nimble footwork and superb skills to dodge and deflect the heavy power on the greatsword as much as possible. Fighting a berserker who had activated the Fury skill was a very painful thing, especially for a berserker like Allen, a leader among berserkers. Every confrontation would cause a considerable burden on his body, and the tremor in his internal organs would often trigger blood spurts, bringing various additional damage.

However, as Arier returned to the battle, the two legendary figures cooperated with each other to deal with the hobgoblin Allen's offensive, which made them relatively more comfortable.

Allen's expression was equally serious. The effect of the Fury skill was slowly disappearing. His body, due to the long-term high-intensity burst, had blood vessels that were faintly painful, a heart that was beginning to twitch, and bones that were creaking… All of these were telling Allen that his body was gradually collapsing, and if he continued to fight like this, it was likely to trigger an avalanche-like backlash.

In the dream, he could fight without restraint after advancing to demigod, but back in reality, he was still bound by the strength of his physical body. The fragility of his internal organs and blood vessels meant that even if Allen instinctively erupted with stronger combat power, he still had to restrain himself somewhat because he was worried about the backlash.

His left hand moved away from the sword hilt, and he reached behind him, a bottle of bright red potion suddenly appearing in Allen's hand. He raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

Vigorous energy and vitality escaped from the potion and were quickly absorbed by Allen's thirsty body, as if countless powerful BUFFs were stacked in his body, and all the hidden dangers in his internal organs, blood vessels, and bones disappeared.

The dragon blood potion, which had been treasured as a trump card, was used, which showed Allen's firm will for the battle ahead. Kozmer and the other two regarded the current environment and situation as an opportunity they could take advantage of, but for Allen, wasn't this also his opportunity!!

According to Allen's long-term plan, whether or not Arier, the ogre leader, survived would not have much impact on the future of the three tribes in the Catoer Canyon. As long as the Snowme tribe was reluctant to give up the foundation of Nasir Fortress, and as long as Allen controlled the Green Field tribe, then the outcome of the three major tribes at the north and south ends of Catoer Canyon was likely to have become a foregone conclusion.

But if he could find an opportunity to kill Arier, this shrewd ogre, it would be tantamount to advancing the tribe's plan by decades for Allen, and the possible changes during that time would naturally be reduced, and the success rate would naturally increase greatly.

Don't think that the Green Field tribe's layout in the dream was Allen's self-fabricated. In fact, this was originally a huge plan that the Green Field tribe had been laying out for decades. Even within the tribe, there were very few goblins who could come into contact with this plan, only high-level figures like Cole and Facardo could know roughly.

Other goblins had more or less complaints and didn't understand the tribe's behavior of constantly giving benefits to the two alien races in the north, but everyone did a good job of carrying out the tasks assigned to them by the tribe.

In fact, the relationship between the three tribes in the dream was the real situation in Allen's memory when he left that Muir Fortress to venture out. The vast majority of the middle level and more than half of the high level of the two tribes in Nasir Fortress had inextricably linked relationships with the Green Field tribe. Everyone relied on cooperation with the Joint Chamber of Commerce to exchange for a better life.

By using trade and benefits to subtly control the mid-to-high-level leaders of a tribe, the foundation of that tribe would be shaken, effectively becoming a vassal of another tribe. Allen's long-term plan was precisely this, and its implementation was proceeding very smoothly.

The Bonecleaver roared with raging flames, and with a single swing, the surrounding air rippled, countless spatial cracks swirling around the blade.

Zolfe's expression changed drastically as he desperately raised his spiked hammer, veins bulging on his neck, eyes wide with fury. The two weapons collided, then swung outward under the immense force of the impact. Allen struggled to steady himself against the backlash, using his right leg as a pivot to spin, dragging the Bonecleaver in another sweeping arc, this time targeting Arielle on the other side.

As for his previous opponent, the Kobold Zolfe was dragged backward and to the right by his spiked hammer, leaving a deep furrow in the scorching ground.

Arielle's composure also faltered. He had assumed that Allen, the Hobgoblin, would be significantly weakened as the Fury skill neared its end, but to his surprise, the opponent had downed a potion and was now as lively as a dragon, his strength even surpassing its previous level.

A syllable escaped from his throat, and a faint glow emanated from Arielle's aged chainmail. A shield of earth immediately rose from the ground, blocking Allen's path. The earth shield rapidly transformed, changing from dark brown lava to crystalline quartz, all in a fleeting moment.

The Bonecleaver, unstoppable, slammed heavily into the thick crystal shield. With a resounding crash, crystalline fragments scattered everywhere, but the momentum of the greatsword remained undiminished, continuing forward to clash with two single-handed battleaxes.

Clang!

Allen's figure finally halted, but Arielle in front of him couldn't help but sway, ultimately withstanding the blow with the aid of magic.

Retracting his right hand, he delivered a punch onto the greatsword. The Troll Arielle, already struggling to resist the Hobgoblin's unmatched strength, could no longer hold on under the added force and staggered backward several steps.

Allen followed closely, the Bonecleaver falling freely downward. Before it even touched the ground, his arms jerked it upward in a sweeping motion, aiming directly for Arielle's groin.

Arielle pressed his arms downward while leaping upward, using his axes to gain leverage from the Bonecleaver's blade, propelling himself toward the ceiling.

Whirr! Whirr! Whirr!

Fury Slash slammed into the area around Arielle. With a gash on his left cheek, Arielle landed on the ceiling, and in a crouching position, exerted force once more. As countless pebbles fell, the Troll's body charged back down.

Allen was retracting his sword, gathering strength, and didn't expect Arielle to attack again. The Hobgoblin, far from being surprised, grinned and unleashed a swift Three-Wave Strike.

From the right, a spiked hammer hurtled toward him. Zolfe, who had suffered a minor loss earlier, regrouped and attacked, only to be met by a giant wave of flame. Allen had tossed out a Wall of Fire scroll at some point, and in the fire-element-rich environment of the underground palace, the resulting wall bought Allen at least a moment's respite.

The Wall of Fire erupted with a boom, transforming into a rain of fire. The Kobold Zolfe's spiked hammer struck the space he intended to attack without hindrance, but the intended target was not there.

Under the cover of the Wall of Fire, Allen accelerated with the Ripple Steps in the cramped space, brushing past the spiked hammer and charging directly toward Arielle ahead.

Boom!!!

Thud!!!

The storm of energy directly dispersed the air in the central area, creating a brief vacuum, and countless spatial cracks rose and vanished in an instant. The Troll Arielle couldn't withstand the immense power and flew backward into the ceiling, creating a pit more than two meters deep. As rubble fell, the Troll embedded within showed no sign of movement.

Allen's arms were also numb, but the dragonic essence flowing through his body quickly negated these negative effects. Raising his head again, Allen blocked with a backhand, the broad blade of the sword parrying the spiked hammer coming from behind. However, Allen, unable to gather his strength, was also sent flying.

Mid-air, he twisted, dragging the Bonecleaver from below in an upward flip, meeting Zolfe, who was pursuing from behind, head-on. The two heavy weapons sparked countless times as they collided.

Allen continued to fly several meters forward, then crouched in mid-air, turning to stab at Zolfe behind him.

Clang!

The spiked hammer struck the side of the blade from left to right, deflecting Allen's straight thrust, but the Fury Blade, launched a moment earlier, had already struck Zolfe deeply.

Pfft!!!

The armbands on Zolfe's arms glowed, and a protective magic appeared and vanished, simultaneously dissipating the massive wind blade produced by Allen's Fury Slash.

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In the distance, Figolas, heavily injured, was engaged in a back-and-forth battle with a Shield Warrior who excelled at defense but had relatively weak offensive capabilities. Figolas was at his limit, having instinctively consumed too much stamina and mana earlier, yet he was still severely injured by the three Legends.

His mana and mental strength were now nearly exhausted, and a sense of powerlessness radiated from within his body. To keep the Shield Warrior Kozmer occupied was Figolas's way of repaying Allen for his assistance.

Had he been traveling alone, Figolas, suffering such injuries, would probably have already prepared to flee rather than risk helping Allen hold off a powerful opponent.

Kozmer, on the other hand, had reserves of strength and was slowly moving the battlefield closer to his companions. However, while the dragon's other attacks were weak, its various spells were endless, especially in this fire-element-rich home ground. The lava tentacles that seemed to have a life of their own on the ground, and the fire elemental summons that appeared and disappeared in the lava, forced Kozmer to expend even more energy.

The fierce battle was in full swing, and the two sides gradually reached a brief stalemate. Although Allen had the upper hand and wanted to eliminate the Troll Arielle in one fell swoop, it was extremely difficult for one person to face two high-level Legendaries and achieve a kill.

Arielle seemed to sense Allen's killing intent, and coupled with the fact that he had indeed suffered considerable injuries, the cunning Troll decisively abandoned his unrealistic ideas and focused on defense. Various spell scrolls, high-level potions, and magical items were thrown out without regard for cost, stubbornly holding on in front of Allen, who had drunk the dragon blood potion.

Mouthfuls of bloody froth spurted from Arielle's mouth, and both Zolfe and Allen had traces of blood on their lips. After another exchange of attacks, the three temporarily stopped, each watching the other with wary eyes.