Green Monster Epic

Chapter 614: Group Portrait

With explosions, both muffled and loud, constantly erupting beneath his feet, and Allen enveloped in a layer of orange-red energy flames in the sky, his gaze was exceptionally solemn.

The Bone Cleaver in his hand slashed powerfully, but it was tightly wrapped by the viper-like, troublesome long whip. Allen's arms exerted force, pulling directly backward, relying on the powerful explosive force of his body, forcibly dragging the demigod before him, uncontrollably sliding towards his location.

Pennile, holding the long whip, flicked her right hand gently. The long whip coiling around the Bone Cleaver swiftly released the blade, and at the same time, a cluster of dim light flickered at the whip's end, sweeping towards Allen's face.

Allen tilted his head back slightly, calmly avoiding the whip's end sweep. The Flames of Fury covering his body emitted a sizzling sound, colliding fiercely with the evil spiritual light energy on the whip's end, but a small amount of cold, negative energy still penetrated Allen's body, bringing about effects such as weakening his strength.

The Bone Cleaver, freed from the long whip's blockade, abruptly halted its momentum. Before Allen's head could return to its original position, he had already swung a heavy chop towards Pennile's previous location.

The long whip recoiled behind Pennile, emitting a crisp sound. A mass of dark magical shield materialized from nothingness in the blink of an eye, blocking the Bone Cleaver's blade.

A soft sensation transmitted from the blade. Before this magic shield, as soft as cotton, the immense power could only unleash five or six tenths of its explosive force. The heavy chop's momentum was not exhausted, and Allen's blood surged within his body. The Flames of Fury poured wildly into the blade, and the energy wind blade of the Fury Slash burst out with the remaining momentum of the heavy chop, sinking deeply into the magic shield.

Pfft!

The black cloud and the Fury wind blade exploded almost simultaneously. Allen's arms exerted force again, pushing forward. The originally exhausted Bone Cleaver, strengthened by the new force, chopped forward even more fiercely.

Bang! Bang, bang!

Dense impacts fed back from the blade, constantly consuming the violent power on the blade. Allen only saw a large net formed by whip shadows compressing his space.

Clusters of black flames appeared in the traces left by the whip net, falling densely towards Allen's orange-red figure. Allen twisted his bear-like waist, and the Bone Cleaver, which had been chopping straight, suddenly changed direction, sweeping horizontally along with Allen's twisting body, stirring up a whirlwind around him. The Sword of Storms quickly transformed into a hurricane, colliding with the oncoming whip net.

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On the city walls of Nasir Fortress, the side that had occupied the advantage in numbers and terrain was now in a passive state. Although the Drow had not dispatched a large army this time, the advantage in the number of legendary experts allowed them to continuously launch powerful attacks, bringing great trouble to the army on the city walls, even though they could not capture the city.

Maggot Eye, Tim, and Bobill were in an even more difficult situation. The three legendary figures had to face the coordinated attacks of five Drow legendary figures. Regardless of the numerical or individual strength differences, the three of them could only fight and retreat, but they could not leave the battlefield too far. They desperately tried to restrain these five Drow legends.

The powerful city defense equipment caused great trouble to the Drow legendary figures and spellcaster teams in the sky, but they also became the primary targets of the Drow legends. Bird-wing ballistae and catapults had barely launched a few heavy arrows and boulders when they were pierced by various powerful spells and javelins from the sky. The equipment, having lost its vital components, quickly lost its combat power, and the operators abandoned them to rush to other usable equipment squads.

Legendary experts can serve as an important deterrent force for a faction. Naturally, they have their own extraordinary qualities. Although in actual battlefield combat against armies formed into battle formations, legendary experts often cannot harm the core of the army, they can use their agility and ability to fly to harass and disrupt the army's battle formation. Without other legendary figures to restrain them, they can still pose a great threat to the army.

The current situation of the three-race allied forces is like this. Nasir Fortress, guarded by only four legendary experts, including Allen, faces the harassment of a team of more than ten Drow legends. Although there is no need to worry about the city and fortress being occupied by the opponent, it is almost impossible to drive them away.

The protection range of a Mythallar-like magic array is, at most, the size of a temple, and in Nasir-like fortresses, it is only equivalent to the inner city area of the fortress. With the foundation of the Snow Elves and Raven Claw tribes, their Mythallar-like magic arrays are mostly arranged around the tribal treasury area, and it is certainly impossible to protect the city walls.

Therefore, the protection of the city walls still depends on the strength and scale of the spellcaster allied team guarding the city, as well as the materials used to build the city, and so on.

Allen had no time to care about the situation of the city and his companions below. He himself was dancing on the edge of a knife. As the duration of the Fury skill gradually approached its end, he reached his left hand behind him towards the opening of his dimensional bag, preparing to take another bottle of precious Dragon Blood Potion to drink at a critical moment.

After all, he was facing a demigod, and a demigod of the spellcasting profession. Even with all his means of full-force eruption, he could only barely contend with the opponent. On the other hand, Pennile was at ease, not letting Allen get close to her at all, showing that Allen's desperate struggle did not pose much of a threat in her eyes.

Allen was not discouraged at all. The difference in strength between the two sides was originally great. If he could contend with a demigod in a short period of time, this matter would inevitably win the envious and admiring gaze of a group of legendary experts.

The eyes of the demigod Matron Pennile became brighter and brighter, and she was very interested in fighting with the opponent in front of her. Although she herself had many trump cards that she had not used, she also believed that the opponent in front of her must also have life-saving stunts.

However, in addition to appreciation, Pennile's attacks became more and more fierce, and various powerful magics that she could use easily smashed towards Allen, forcing him to be more careful, and his stamina and Fury were being consumed crazily. As a neighbor, Pennile did not want a powerful core figure to appear around her federation's sphere of influence, which would bring unpredictable variables to their federation's influence in the northern wilderness.

If she could take this opportunity to seriously injure or even cripple the hobgoblin in front of her, it would be very important for the Drow's future layout. Because of the worries that arose in her heart, Pennile gradually developed a strong killing intent, and the offensive in her hands naturally became more and more fierce and vicious.

Relying on the 'Dragon Power' special effect of the black dragon scale armor on his body, Allen took a long breath after surviving the weakening period of the Fury skill. At least he could last a long time. But Allen also understood that if they did not have reinforcements to break the current stalemate, then when he and Maggot Eye could not hold on and were forced back to the city walls, the situation would probably be one-sided.

On the city walls, the members of the three-race spellcaster allied team, who were mostly in a passive defensive state, had sweat on their faces. Some people frowned constantly, their eyes sparkling, and the overdraft of mental power made many of them feel as if countless sharp thorns were repeatedly stabbing them, and they could faint at any time.

On the ground, even the obsidian pillars, crafted with great expense and imbued with magical power, began to show slight cracks. If they continued to be used so frequently, these tools would likely be damaged. Furthermore, the splendid jewels originally embedded in the even more sturdy and precious mithril totems had now dimmed, their energy clearly depleted. Any further overdraft would render them useless, turning them into mere transparent glass beads.

No one paid attention to any of this. Everyone was working hard at their tasks. Spells raining down from the sky were effectively intercepted by the spellcasting alliance. Spears and javelins whistling through the air were also defended against by shield warriors and strongmen, who coordinated their sprints and jumps. Individual strength might not be able to contend with legendary powerhouses, but the advantage of numbers could be used to repeatedly exhaust the legendary attacks, preventing them from causing too much damage to the walls defended by the three tribes' warriors.

Raging flames enveloped four giant meteorites, which hurtled towards the ground with piercing shrieks. The Fire Meteor Shower spell took shape in Matriarch Deborah's hands with a deafening roar.

A massive ice shield suddenly rose from the city wall, blocking three of the fire meteors. Scalding steam billowed from the thick ice shield, which disintegrated into shards of ice and slowly fell to the ground as soon as it appeared in this plane.

However, one fire meteor, deviating from its original trajectory, broke through the ice shield's interception and, carrying heavy wind pressure, was about to fall on the walls of Nasir Fortress, causing significant damage.

"Break!!!"

A beam of white light suddenly shot out from within the city, and after the seemingly small ray struck the massive fire meteor, it suddenly erupted with dazzling light. The magical effect of the Greater Disintegration Spell transformed into a shockwave, penetrating the core of the fire meteor.

Fragments of the meteor, carrying lava, splashed in all directions. The enormous meteor was visibly disintegrated and dissipated before everyone's eyes. Only a few unlucky individuals on the city wall were injured by the splattering lava, scurrying away while clutching their heads.

"Drow, do you really want to declare war on my wilderness?!"

Several figures slowly rose beneath the city. Yvonne, the high priestess of the Oak Council in charge of Nasir Fortress, who had been inactive all along, shouted loudly with an icy expression.

Although the Church was declining, its intelligence system was still intact. Coupled with the dark elf intelligence support from the Veiled Maiden, who had already formed an alliance with the Church, Yvonne actually knew about Ariel's encounter earlier and in more detail than Allen.

Upon receiving the news, Yvonne immediately sent someone to send the information back to the main church in Mansa City. However, the round trip took time, and the internal discussions and concerns of the Church delayed their plans, leaving them behind. Until now, the southern headquarters had not given any orders.

Yvonne was only a high priestess. The total number of Church and allied members in Nasir and Namur Fortresses was less than fifty. The strongest was only high-level, far inferior to any of the three tribes. Even if she wanted to help, Yvonne had no way.

Of course, she had done something. Allen was able to meet the dark elf guardian Theodore in Green Field Town and easily obtain information about Ariel from him because Yvonne had asked him to do so, in order to buy Allen time to prepare.

As for not telling Maggot Eye and Tim the reason, it was very simple. These two lacked leadership and planning skills. Rather than letting them panic and act blindly after hearing the news, it was better to let Allen take control with the news and lead the three tribes to prepare together.

"It's a misunderstanding, Priestess Yvonne. Matriarch Pennyrile and the others are just itching for a fight and want to spar with Chieftain Allen and the others."

Philemon, who was worried about not having anything to do, took the initiative to greet Yvonne and the clergy members of the Oak Council, explaining to them with an awkward smile, but even he himself could not believe this explanation.

Looking at the many legends in mid-air, he was too lazy to even glance at Yvonne and the others, obviously disdainful of this small team that posed little threat.

"High Priest Philemon, don't forget the relationship between our church and the wilderness. It's one thing not to help the three tribes of Green Field, but you actually colluded with the drow to deal with them. After this matter is over, I will definitely report everything I saw today to our two churches and let them judge your actions today."

Although Yvonne was weak, she was very tough. Two flames burned brightly in her phoenix eyes, staring at Philemon.

"I have my reasons for doing this, and there is no need to explain it to you!!"

Philemon was also the Northern High Priest of the Church of Nature, after all. Seeing Yvonne's rudeness, his expression turned cold and he replied in an icy tone.

Pa!!!

Allen inadvertently revealed a flaw and was sent flying hundreds of meters away by Pennyrile's whip.

Having some free time, Pennyrile, who heard the conversation below, snorted lightly: "Noisy!!"

Immediately, a whip fell towards where Yvonne and the others were standing, not only with countless whip shadows, but also with a Divine Spell of Evil Radiance forming at the end of the whip, coiling towards Yvonne and the others.

Seeing the whip shadows attacking, Yvonne and her companions tightened their expressions and quickly waved the staffs and warhammers in their hands, chanting prayers with cadence and inflection.

"No!!"

Yvonne and the others knew that it would be extremely difficult for them to block the countless whip shadows above their heads with their strength. Just as they were about to desperately resist, Philemon, who was standing opposite them, exclaimed, and at the same time, a codex appeared in his left hand, with pages automatically flipping, and a grand golden shield enveloped Yvonne and the others in time.

Pa! Pa pa…

The divine light of the Holy Protection completely withstood the demi-god Matriarch's whip shadows. The seemingly thin shield was extremely resilient, and it stood firm above Yvonne's head until the energy of the whip shadows and the Evil Radiance was exhausted.

"Matriarch Pennyrile, you've gone too far!!"

Philemon turned his head and looked at Pennyrile seriously.

"Hehe, sorry, I accidentally mistook them for annoying flies!!"

Pennyrile apologized, but in fact, her face was full of smiles, without the slightest hint of apology.

Allen stabilized his body, took a deep breath, and then rushed back, just in time to cut open the Bloom of Doom that was sprouting in mid-air, dispelling the spell that Pennyrile was preparing to attack Maggot Eye with.

"Hehe, Chieftain Allen, if we continue to fight like this, we won't hold back anymore!!"

A cold light flashed in Pennyrile's eyes, and she pointed to the persistent warriors of the three tribes on the city, threatening them with a mocking smile.

"Do you really think that there is no one in my Northern Territory??"

A roar came from the direction of the canyon to the south, and before the sound fell, several figures had already flown into the sky above Nasir Fortress.