Green Monster Epic

Chapter 733: The Favored Clan

The demigod elf mage, Garros, was in the wilderness, but his heart had already drifted to a distant place. The beautiful and enchanting figure that surfaced in his mind made him unable to resist the slight upturn of his lips, as if he were thinking of a warm and tender scene.

Elves have always been proud and self-respecting, and few even among their own kind could catch their eye. As a demigod mage, Garros considered himself outstanding in both strength and knowledge, possessing an unparalleled position within the Elven Kingdom.

However, even such an excellent elf had been constantly troubled by not being accepted by the female elf he loved. Even when Garros took time out of his precious schedule to cater to her preferences, he still couldn't win her heart.

This time, Garros, in his capacity as a demigod, personally led a team to the wilderness to spearhead the operation, all for the sake of avenging his beloved and winning a smile from her. The beauty he sought was none other than Alicia, the demigod magic archer who, years ago, had unsuccessfully assassinated the hobgoblin leader Allen, and was instead ambushed by him, losing several companions.

Alicia returned to the Elven Kingdom after the failed mission and was immediately severely punished by His Majesty Iliya, being confined for ten years and stripped of her Duchess title, demoted to Marchioness. Such a severe punishment made the demigod mage Garros feel indignant for her, but the royal authority of the kingdom was extremely profound, and Alicia was willing to accept this punishment, so Garros could only feel helpless.

However, the resentment in Garros's heart did not diminish. In the end, unable to find an outlet for his anger, he directly blamed the hobgoblin Allen for causing this situation. Although he had never dealt with Allen before, Garros already wished he could devour his flesh.

Consumed by resentment, Garros simply went north to the frontier fortress of the Thornsburg Kingdom, visiting his old friend, General Mario, the current commander of the fortress.

Since the elves launched a war against the Dwarf Kingdom more than a hundred years ago and achieved brilliant results, the kingdom's military power is now at its peak. Because of the merits earned in the last war, some stood out from the army and were promoted to gain higher power, or broke the shackles of their origins and were promoted to nobility. Such elves are active in the current power class of the kingdom, becoming the talk of ordinary elves after dinner, and also becoming the goal pursued by many elves.

You must know that in the Elven Kingdom, which has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, its class has long been solidified. The difficulty for any ordinary elf to break through the limitations of his origin and reach a higher position is no less than advancing from an ordinary combat profession to a legend. It can even be said that in the Elven Kingdom, striving to hone one's own strength and improve oneself to reach the legend is the easiest way for ordinary elves to complete their identity leap.

Therefore, under the influence of the glorious stories of predecessors, there is no shortage of ambitious people in the Elven Kingdom's army who hope that war will break out again to earn outstanding merits and complete the promotion path for themselves and their families.

Legendary General Mario was also a beneficiary of the last war. Originally, he was just from an ordinary family in the kingdom, but because he made great achievements on the battlefield, he was finally knighted as a general after the war. However, his title was suppressed by the inherent noble forces, and now he is only a mere Baron, which is completely disproportionate to his merits.

This made Mario quite dissatisfied, but the upper echelons of the kingdom are almost all controlled by the old noble class. The new nobles who were promoted due to military exploits now only have some power in the local area, so if they want to break the deadlock, they must use powerful means and undeniable merits to make these old nobles speechless.

Garros approached him and proposed a revenge plan, which immediately received Mario's support. In particular, Garros took the initiative to provide two sets of Crystal Gate teleportation tools and bear the resources required to activate the teleportation gate, which made the experienced Mario judge that the probability of success of this operation was extremely high and the cost was extremely low.

As for the punishment brought about by unauthorized action, and the risks to be borne, compared with the merits and benefits obtained, they are what Mario is willing to bear.

At Mario's level, although he is far from the central hub and cannot access the most core secrets, he is still very clear about the purpose and reason why Alicia and her party gathered in his territory and the fortress provided resources and intelligence.

It was because he was clear about the purpose and reason of Alicia and her legendary team that, after learning that they had returned in defeat, Mario felt dissatisfied and contemptuous of their failed mission. At the same time, as a loyal member of the Elven Kingdom, he felt angry and offended by Allen's joint attack with the Drow.

The noble, elegant, and powerful elven team was actually counter-killed by a barbaric native, suffering heavy losses. This was unacceptable to the elves, who considered themselves the most powerful empire on the Taren Continent.

Even the vast Dwarf Kingdom could only passively defend against the Elven Kingdom's army. However, the barbaric and uncivilized beast-like race that the elves had never taken seriously dared to retaliate against the empire's legend. This was simply a slap in the face to the elven general who was stationed on the empire's border and maintained the empire's prestige.

Since the other party had provoked the empire, if the empire could not retaliate with equal measure and give the other party a more painful revenge, then when the matter spread, it would probably become a laughing stock for the dwarves who had been defeated by the empire.

Moreover, this hobgoblin is said to be very likely the heir to the legacy of the Father of the Oak, and is His hope of awakening from slumber. Then, for the sake of the empire and the race, Mario strongly agrees with the empire's previous plan to obliterate his existence when he is weak.

Although the obliteration plan ultimately failed, there are still other ways to slow down the god's awakening and buy more time for the empire.

For example, cutting off the source of the huge power of faith that the god needs most to awaken from the root, so that he cannot accumulate enough power of faith. From this solution, the Green Field tribe, adjacent to the goblin border and with a population of hundreds of thousands, is the largest and most suitable target.

Most of the Green Field tribe believe in the Father of the Oak. This is an indisputable fact, and it is also a consideration factor for the elves and humans to believe that Allen may be a backhand left by the Father of the Oak.

Although the belief in the Father of the Oak is spread throughout the Mansa Wilderness, if it is really as everyone guessed, the source of faith of a mere Green Field tribe may not slow down his awakening much. However, Mario also has to consider the legendary deeds of Allen, the hobgoblin leading his tribe to rise, which means that if he announces the fact that he inherited the will of the god and decides to accumulate the power of faith to ascend to the throne of the god, the hundreds of thousands of followers he created may have considerable members who become his most devout believers and loyal warriors.

As the self-proclaimed wisest profession, the demigod archmage Garros also thought of what Mario could think of. Although he approached Mario this time more for his beloved elf, as an elf, he also felt dissatisfied and worried about the kingdom's lack of action after punishing Alicia, thinking about what he could do to help the empire suppress its opponents and regain face.

Imagining in his heart the beautiful scene of returning to the royal capital with the banner of victory after this operation and confessing to his beloved Alicia again, Garros, who considered himself very romantic, couldn't help but smile happily again.

However, Garros immediately woke up from his beautiful fantasy, because within the range of his mental power, he found that a small bird contained a trace of magical aura, and it was already less than a kilometer away from their camp.

A few wrinkles furrowed slightly between his eyebrows, Garros pointed his hand into the distance, and a bolt of lightning suddenly formed and pierced forward, the surrounding guards couldn't help but be startled, but soon calmed down again.

Electric sparks shot up into the firmament. Hundreds of meters in the air, a black dot, so tiny it seemed like dust to everyone else, screamed, its wings flapping frantically, desperately circling in the vast sky, trying to evade the pursuit of the electric sparks.

However, a mere little bird, no matter how agile its flight or how swift its speed, was struggling in vain against the methods of a demigod.

Zzz~ ~

The electric sparks bloomed into a dazzling light in the sky. The Lihua hummingbird, the designated target, was reduced to ashes by the surging energy of the electric current, disappearing into this desolate Gobi Desert.

… … … …

"Ah! ! !"

In the distant wilderness, Bill let out a piercing scream. Uncontrollably, tears streamed down from the corners of his eyes, the lingering sorrow of the hummingbird turned to black ash by the electric sparks, and the deep mourning in Bill's heart.

But Bill didn't have more time to mourn the loss of his animal companion, because the last scene the Lihua hummingbird saw before its demise gave Bill a deep sense of threat.

His hands danced in front of him, sketching out complex patterns, his lips beginning to chant a divine spell. Enduring the pain of losing a wisp of pure mental power, his brain feeling as if it were being cut by needles and knives, a ball of dense green light emanated from Bill's body, enveloping him.

Whirr ~ ~

A peregrine falcon emerged from the green light, then quickly flew into the sky, heading straight for the town of Rapids Bay, less than twenty miles from this wilderness.

Screech ~ ~ ~ Screech ~ ~ ~

While flapping its wings and flying rapidly, Bill, transformed into a peregrine falcon, emitted rapid cries, both to vent the sorrow in his heart and the piercing pain in his mind, and to warn his fellow goblins who were working diligently on the ground.

Some goblins heard the peregrine falcon's cries, sometimes long, sometimes short, and raised their heads to look up at the sky. Their pointed ears immediately perked up, listening to the cries of the peregrine falcon overhead, trying to discern the meaning contained within.

"Run! ! Run quickly! ! Enemies are coming! !"

"Quickly, back to town! !"

As a satellite city guarding Green Lake Town, although Rapids Bay's more important responsibility was to produce grain, the goblins in the town had not received any less training on weekdays. They had to memorize various warning signals from a young age.

Bill's cries as a peregrine falcon did not seem particularly unusual, at most a little flustered and mournful, but he kept shouting in cries of two long and three short, pausing every nine times and repeating the cycle, drifting into the ears of the Greenfield tribe's goblins, which was the most urgent warning sound. Any goblin who heard this signal needed to put down their work and return to the nearest town to prepare to meet the enemy.

Groups of two or three goblins began to pack up their farm tools and sprinted towards Rapids Bay, while Bill, the peregrine falcon who was faster in the sky, was already about to reach the town area backed by the half-section of the mine.

The whistling sound spread to the goblin warriors in the town, and soon the alarm bell, which had been idle for many years, was rung on the watchtower. By the time the melodious and continuous bell sound spread to the ears of the entire town's residents, the town was thrown into chaos for a while, but soon the commotion gradually calmed down under the shouts and commands, and the goblins began to act in an orderly manner.

The settled population of Rapids Bay had grown steadily in these years, although not as much as major hubs like Green Lake and Namur Fortress, the number of goblins living there still exceeded thirty thousand, but half of them were short goblins who existed as farmers and craftsmen, their individual strength relatively weak. However, when faced with a strong enemy invasion, the entire town could still muster at least about ten thousand warriors.

When it really came to a matter of life and death, even farmers could pick up weapons. After all, the tribe had invested a lot of resources in education over the years, and even short goblins had received solid basic tactical training.

And it was precisely because Rapids Bay's population was not as large as Green Lake Town, and its expansion scale was not as large, that the old city wall defense system built according to the mine could now accommodate all the members of the town without any problems.

Of course, this was under the condition of abandoning the residences of thousands of goblin families outside the city defense facilities.

"… … Mayor, deep, deep into the Tagan Desert Gobi, more than a hundred, miles to the north, there is an elven army, gathering."

Bill, who had transformed from a peregrine falcon back into his goblin form, skillfully entered the castle where the mayor of Rapids Town had his office through an open window, just in time to run into the goblin mayor, Hegemo, who was about to get off work but was alarmed by the alarm bell.

Hegemo was completely confused about the sudden ringing of the alarm bell. When he saw Bill, this younger generation of earth goblin, he immediately stopped the goblin warriors who rushed in from outside to protect his safety and stared intently at Bill.

"Elven army?"

Hegemo's expression immediately became serious when he heard Bill's statement, and he quickly questioned him in a solemn tone: "How many of them are there specifically?"

"Sorry, Mayor, my partner couldn't get close to the center of their camp at all, but based on the last image fed back by my own mental power, their numbers are at least in the hundreds."

Bill was still apprehensive. At that time, he glanced at the spellcasting blond elf from afar through the eyes of the hummingbird he was controlling, and his will seemed to have been hit hard, and he almost fainted. He had never seen this kind of feeling in Bill's limited sixteen years of life. Even the legendary pressure he had felt when he had the good fortune to witness the competition between legendary powerhouses seemed far less than the pressure he had just experienced.

"Also, I found that they are building a huge crystal arch, which seems to be somewhat similar to the teleportation gate recorded in the academy and library."

The Greenfield tribe of today was no longer the ignorant bumpkin tribe of the past. Most of the various inherited knowledge and books were open to the students of the academy, and some common sense things needed to be kept in mind by the students, such as the teleportation tools invented by the civilizations of the two continents, the flesh and blood altar of another world, the gate of bones, and so on.

Therefore, even if Bill's eyes as a hummingbird were blurred, it was impossible for him to ignore the existence of the crystal arch that shone brightly in the setting sun.

"Teleportation gate? ?"

Hegemo was once the personal guard captain of Fakado, the city lord of Namur Fortress in the previous term, and had learned a lot by his side for a long time. He had come into contact with many secrets and strategies, and his personal ability and knowledge were considered good, which was why he was placed in Rapids Bay as the mayor to preside over the overall situation.

When he heard the possible information about the teleportation gate, his sense of crisis suddenly rose to the highest level, and at the same time, he glanced at the young earth goblin druid in front of him with gratitude.

"Go to Shepherd's Slope quickly, tell them the news of the elves, let them gather all their people and livestock, and prepare to meet the enemy. After telling the goblins of Shepherd's Slope, don't stay, continue south, and go to Green Lake Town to tell Mayor Orenzi and the others this important information, and ask them to be prepared."

"Yes!"

Receiving the mayor's instructions, although Bill's mental sea was still turbulent, he did not dare to delay and immediately began to cast spells in front of Hegemo, preparing to transform into a peregrine falcon again and go to the southern stronghold to warn.

At the same time, Hegemo also began to nervously summon his subordinates and issue an emergency call-up order to prepare for the upcoming fierce battle.

"Send the most outstanding scouts and shadow walkers to the northern Gobi Desert to investigate… …"