Green Monster Epic

The brass dragon tumbled continuously in the sky, electric snakes transforming into chains that tightly bound it. A scent of burning emanated from its scales and muscles, indicating the severe damage the dragon was sustaining.

Heavy breaths escaped from the dragon's massive nostrils. The paralysis coursing through its body made its movements in the sky resemble those of a drunken sot, swaying left and right, as if on the verge of plummeting.

“Roar!!!!!!!!!”

Suddenly, a surge of intense green light erupted from within the dragon's body. The enormous dragon shrank abruptly, transforming in a flash into a gigantic thunderhawk.

The electric chains that had restrained the dragon now encountered the thunderhawk, equally adept at manipulating electricity. The shackles instantly lost their effectiveness, merging directly into the thunderhawk's body.

“Hmph!!”

Far away, the lithe demigod archmage Garros scoffed coldly. He raised his right hand above his head, flinging it backward, chanting mysterious incantations. Subsequently, an electric snake at his hand transformed into a spear, continuously expanding. On both sides, at the head and tail, arcs of electricity crackled wildly, roaring with destructive energy.

“Go!!”

The ninth-tier spell—Spear of Judgment—was cast effortlessly by the demigod. However, its power was such that even the gigantic thunderhawk couldn't help but contract its massive pupils rapidly upon seeing it.

“Scree~~~”

The thunderhawk spread its wings, its pair of metal-rending claws reaching directly for the lightning spear that had appeared in front of it in an instant.

Crackling sounds erupted as electric snakes surged, creating countless spatial fissures. The intense, dazzling white light illuminated the night sky, as if it were daytime. When the blinding light gradually faded, looking up at the sky, a faint white electric shadow was carrying the thunderhawk's immense body, hurtling away into the distance.

“Coward!!”

Garros stared at the departing thunderhawk's back, uttering the two words with disdain. The words reached the ears of the assembled elves on the ground, causing countless elves to look up at the golden-haired elf above, their eyes filled with pride and admiration.

If he wasn't worried that the thunderhawk was bait, luring him to pursue while other legendary-level powerhouses were secretly watching, ready to sabotage the Crystal Gate, Garros would never have allowed this legendary-level druid to escape so easily, even though the druid had indeed suffered serious injuries.

Under the distant night sky, a murderous aura also permeated the air. Goblin scouts, seemingly heedless of their lives, continuously attempted to penetrate the elven lines, trying to reach the central area for reconnaissance. To this end, goblin rogue class-holders didn't hesitate to waste their life-saving Shadow Jump skill, just to get a little closer.

Such fearless actions eventually stirred the hearts of the elves on the periphery: these uncivilized hillbillies didn't seem as undisciplined and afraid of death as rumored!

More elven warriors formed into formations, embarking on their journey, slowly approaching the southern wilderness. The subtle magical fluctuations of the Crystal Gate continued, with elven warriors emerging from it every second, integrating into the new formations.

… … … …

The thunderhawk, with its beautiful plumage, was fortunate to still have some intact feathers. Most of its skin had been scorched into a blackish-grey state by the massive energy contained within the electric snakes, exposing the flesh beneath.

Even with feathers protecting it from the burning effects of the electric spells, the thunderhawk's skin had mostly turned to charcoal, with only a few patches of flesh still retaining their original color. This was only because the thunderhawk was also an electric-type magical beast, possessing a stronger resistance to electric spells.

The thunderhawk flying in the sky at this moment looked extremely comical, like a turkey that hadn't been properly cleaned before being put on the grill. Its flapping wings lacked a single feather, relying entirely on the legendary being's own ability to levitate, rather than the thunderhawk's innate flying ability.

It wasn't until the distant horizon revealed a bustling town composed of scattered starlight that the thunderhawk slowed its flight speed, plummeting headfirst from the sky. At the same time, two figures flew out from Green Lake Town, heading straight for the falling thunderhawk. As a green halo flashed across the thunderhawk's body, Druid Master Oscar staggered, almost failing to stand steady on the ground. He managed to brace himself with his oak staff, supporting his heavy body.

“Puh!”

Upon landing, Oscar first spat out a mouthful of dark, foul-smelling blood. At the same time, his strong willpower controlled his body, struggling to cast a high-level divine spell of healing serious injuries on himself. As the cool and gentle healing energy began to circulate in his body, Oscar's pained expression finally eased somewhat.

“Master, are you alright!!”

Chloe rushed anxiously to Oscar's side, attempting to help him up, but Oscar politely declined.

Drizzt, the dark elf who was inseparable from Chloe, also looked concerned, but with a hint of gloom in the depths of his eyes. An opponent who could inflict such damage on a legendary high-tier druid with the ability to transform into a dragon had a strength that exceeded Drizzt's imagination.

“I won't die, but in the upcoming battle, we probably need to be more careful. The elven team has a demigod-level mage, as well as no fewer than four legendary-level powerhouses.”

Oscar forced a smile, telling Chloe about his findings this time, so they could be mentally prepared.

“A demigod???”

Drizzt had a look of relief. Only a being like a demigod could make Oscar so embarrassed. Then, thinking about the demigod they were about to face, Drizzt couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but soon the vigorous fighting spirit in his heart turned into flames, gradually erupting in his blood.

“Let's go, let's go meet Mayor Orencia and the others first, and tell them the information.”

Once the pain in his body subsided slightly and no longer affected his movements, Oscar walked towards the town with his cane.

Back at the mountaintop castle, Orencia, Tris, and the others, who hadn't closed their eyes all night, were shocked to see Oscar's embarrassed and weak appearance.

“Master, are you alright?”

Orencia and the others didn't directly ask about the reconnaissance results at this time, but expressed their concerns.

“It's not a big problem, I'll be fine after a rest.”

Oscar raised his head, gave a comforting smile, and took the initiative to report what he had learned: “This time I went to reconnaissance and encountered an elven kingdom demigod caster. Based on the electric spells he cast and his appearance, it should be Garros Bentley, the president of the Elven Kingdom Mage Guild, known as the 'Golden Lightning'.”

“In addition to Garros, the demigod, there should be more than four legendary-level powerhouses in the elven army, but because the other powerhouses didn't take action when I fought Garros, I couldn't determine who the legendary-level powerhouses were.”

“As for the invading army of the Elven Kingdom, I roughly estimated that there should be about nine thousand, but the Crystal Gate installed by the elves is still running, and the final number will definitely be more…”

“Thank you for your hard work, Master.”

Orencia and the others listened intently to Oscar's first-hand information, and then someone sent the compiled information to the study on the second floor, where Pablo and the members of the tribal staff were working hard.

“…The transmission efficiency of the Crystal Gate is roughly two thousand people per magic hour, and there are still three magic hours before dawn.”

“… The enemy's closest point to my Greenwild tribe, Rushing Rapids Bay, even with sustained combat readiness and magically enhanced rapid marching, would still take at least two magic hours. If their initial target was indeed my Green Lake Town, then the travel time would be at least three magic hours…”

“… The optimal time for a night raid would most likely be during the guard members' most exhausted state, which also coincides with the deepest sleep of ordinary people, around dawn…”

“… Converted, the probability of the main invading force of the elven army being around ten thousand is the highest, at least 78.5%; while the probability of an invading army exceeding ten thousand is only 21.5%…”

“… The enemy's primary target for attack has a 61.7% probability of being my Green Lake Town, with a remaining 31.5% probability of being Rushing Rapids Bay, while the possibility of Horse Pasture Slope being attacked exceeds 78%…”

After compiling various pieces of intelligence, the fog before Pablo and his staff members' eyes gradually dissipated. Combining various analyses and judgments, the response plans in Pablo's hands became more detailed and more feasible.

After listening to Oscar's relatively detailed intelligence report, Orenzi and the others' expressions did not relax. After all, the sudden appearance of a demigod-level spellcaster would be quite a headache for anyone facing them.

“If the tribal chief were here, we wouldn't have to be so… ”

A goblin muttered to himself, beginning to miss the tribal chief.

“If it really comes down to it, I'll be the main force and hold back that demigod mage!!”

Kou'er's phoenix eyes narrowed, and she stood out with a firm gaze.

“Don't be impulsive, okay? With your speed, you don't even have a chance to get close to him, let alone hold him back!!”

Trist quickly comforted his impulsive partner: “We have so many people here; at least in terms of the number of legends, we are not at a disadvantage at all. There is always a way to deal with this demigod.”

Currently, there are four demigods in the field: Kou'er, Trist, Ted, and Oscar. Adding Eric, who went to the east to report the news, and either Albad or Svara, who will definitely come to support, they certainly won't have fewer legendary powerhouses than the elves.

However, in terms of quality, the demigod mage Garros alone is enough to give everyone a headache.

“I also have a dragon scale that the tribal chief gave me before leaving, saying that if we encounter a situation that we cannot handle, we can summon Mr. Figglas, the 'Devouring Flame Dragon,' to help us fight.”

Allen, the old father who has been worrying about the tribe, still made several preparations before leaving. The three reverse scales that Figglas gave Allen to repay his life-saving grace are now in the hands of Orenzi and Brennan, the city lord of Moore Fortress, one each, to prevent a crisis from occurring in their respective territories without a strong person to guard them.

As he spoke, Orenzi reached into his arms and carefully took out a small black wooden box. After opening the box, a piece of scarlet dragon scale, emitting a crystal-clear luster, was quietly lying inside.

“That's great! With Figglas, this peak legendary dragon, at least we have the ability to contend with Garros!!”

Ted was very relieved after seeing the scarlet dragon scale and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If there was no other main force to help hold back Garros, this demigod, then he might really have to call Lydia, the legendary priest companion stationed in Colima Town.

However, as dark elves, sacrificing the safety of their own people for the benefit of the Greenwild goblins is not in Ted's interests. Even the two thousand elves who came to support this time are all ranged archers because Ted does not want his own people to be in danger and can retreat at any time.

The act of actively supporting Greenwild is enough to prove to the Greenwild goblins that they, the dark elves, have done their best and have not stood idly by.

“How could we be missing from such a thing!!”

A gust of wind suddenly rose from the window against the wall of the castle, and several figures passed straight through the window. Before the people landed, their deep voices had already spread.

“Elder Albad, Commander Svara, why are you both here? Doesn't that mean there are no strong people guarding Moore Fortress?”

When the figures stabilized and revealed their true faces, it was Eric, who had gone to report the news, and the last two legendary powerhouses of the Greenwild tribe, all gathered in Green Lake Town.

“There is still a golden giant statue in the fortress. Even without the two of us, there shouldn't be any major problems!!”

Albad's appearance seemed to be frozen in old age, especially his pure white hair was very eye-catching. However, the most noticeable thing about him was the increasingly intellectual and gentle aura on his body, which could easily infect the people around him and calm everyone's hearts.

“Moore Fortress has urgently mobilized the joint army of the three tribes and the wolf cavalry brigade, which should arrive in Green Lake Town in three days at the latest.”

“At the same time, we have also notified the Three Tribes Council and the Thorns Ring organization. Subsequent reinforcements may be slower, but we should be able to get a response within a week.”

“What's the situation here in Green Lake?”

Albad's appearance actually gave Orenzi and the others a little more peace of mind. After all, the short goblin mage in front of them was not only a legendary powerhouse in the tribe but also one of the most intelligent beings in the tribe. Albad had basically participated in the compilation of the knowledge and books learned by the tribe's talents in military strategy and war layout, and many goblins were Albad's students.

“The total number of the tribe's inherent armed defense forces has always been maintained at a scale of four thousand, but counting the veterans who have retired due to injuries, illnesses, age, and other factors, the existing number of people who have received professional military training should be roughly around eight thousand.”

“At the same time, according to the registration and census of the town's civil affairs department, the number of adventurers of all levels in this town is more than 57,000. After eliminating factors such as those who are no longer active in the town, those who have died or disappeared without being deregistered, and those who are disabled, the number of available native adventurers in the town should be more than 30,000.”

“Although adventurers have not received training in military formations and other aspects, they have experience in small group combat and are accustomed to life and death, at least more combat-effective than ordinary goblin warriors.”

“Therefore, this time, our temporary conscription of 20,000 warriors is mainly based on the town's defense army and veterans, and then these skilled soldiers are used as the backbone, interspersed with adventurers as a supplement, at least ensuring that the combat effectiveness will not be too weak, and at the same time, there will be a certain degree of battle formation coordination.”

“Moreover, we have already sent envoys to Ivan, Astong, and several other nearby vassal tribes. More than 10,000 cannon fodder vassals should arrive outside the town after dawn.”

“In addition, our tribe's most powerful heavy cavalry brigade is in the military camp outside the town, temporarily replenishing new recruits and old riders, expanding the number by at least double. It just so happens that there is still a large number of warhorses and mounts sent back from Horse Pasture Slope…”

Orenzi explained the preparations in the town to Albad in detail. Albad silently memorized these numbers in his heart, and at the same time, he quickly began to outline the next plan in his mind: “Then you guys talk first, I'll go talk to the goblins in the staff department and see their plan…”

“Pablo and the staff department are in the study on the second floor…”

“Okay!”