Green Monster Epic

Just as Hai Ye raised her arrow, a whistling sound came from above. Without a second thought, she rolled to the ground, dodging behind a nearby stone wall. Several javelins landed in a one-meter radius around where she had been standing.

Raising her left arm towards the sky, she nocked three fletched arrows with her right hand, drawing the bowstring fully. Using her peripheral vision, she aimed at a rapidly moving black shadow in the sky. With three soft twangs, the three arrows shot towards the sky like shooting stars chasing the moon.

Without paying attention to the results of her shots, Hai Ye somersaulted again, moving through the chaotic defensive works. As she jumped up, she heard several muffled thuds, and a sharp pain struck her cheek. It turned out that as she was shooting, the flying knight above had also aimed at her position, launching another attack.

The defensive works were in ruins, having lost most of their defensive capabilities. The Elf Shield Warrior phalanx had already charged into the town, engaging in a fierce battle with the defending Goblin warriors. On their flanks, the Elf Sword Dancers and the Strongmen phalanxes acted like pincers, constantly compressing the Goblins' maneuvering space, forcing them to retreat further into the town.

Flames rose everywhere in the town, and terrified livestock in the distance howled with all their might, seemingly sensing the threat to their lives.

The Goblins in the town who could still move picked up various weapons and tools, hiding in dark corners, staring ahead with trepidation, waiting for the main force of Elves to rush into the town and fight them.

Of course, there were also Goblins who were scared out of their wits, secretly slipping away from inconspicuous places in the town, or simply jumping into the muddy water of the Turbid River, swimming away to the wilderness to escape.

Garros, as a demigod, maintained his dignity and did not take action. The five Elven Legendary Generals standing beside him originally wanted to step forward and join the battle, but Garros stopped them.

This was just a town on the periphery of the Greenwild Tribe, and the number of soldiers wasn't even comparable to the Elven army, let alone Legendary powerhouses. If the Elven Generals were to take action, wouldn't that be a disgrace to the Elves' noble and proud demeanor?

The five battle-hardened Legendary Generals exchanged glances, with some helplessness in their eyes. After all, this demigod in front of them had not experienced the battlefield and did not understand the principle of a lion using its full strength even when hunting a rabbit. Being able to end the battle as quickly as possible and reduce the losses of soldiers was worthwhile for the army.

However, at this time, the Elven army held an absolute advantage, and their target was not far from the battlefield. Although the enemy's army could not suddenly appear under the control of their scouts, it was still possible for their experts to do so. It wasn't a waste for them to sit in the rear.

Thinking of this, the Elven Generals didn't say anything, and watched from the sidelines with Garros, waiting for victory to arrive.

In just over half a magic hour, the Goblin-constructed defense line was basically breached. Seeing the Goblins being forced to retreat continuously into the town, it seemed to the Elven powerhouses who overlooked the battlefield that victory was only a matter of time.

"Woo! ! ! !"

Just then, a series of urgent warning sounds suddenly came from the distance. At the same time, several Elven powerhouses sensed several unfamiliar auras rapidly approaching.

"Finally, they can't sit still anymore?"

Garros was not surprised but delighted. His eyes shone brightly as he looked into the distance, and a bolt of lightning had already begun to brew in his palm.

The five Legendary Elven Generals behind him almost simultaneously took out their weapons from their dimensional equipment, staring intently at the approaching enemies.

"Reptiles, you are seeking death! !"

A deep and majestic voice roared from afar. A blue light flashed thousands of meters away, instantly covering most of the sky, turning the entire dim sky as bright as day.

"Hmph! !"

Garros's eyes were cold. With a flicker, his figure appeared hundreds of meters away. At the same time, an electric net spread out, covering the sky towards the rising flames, helping the flying knights blocking the enemy in the sky to withstand the fatal burning dragon breath.

Olenzi finally used the Dragon Scale, summoning Figglas, the red dragon at the peak of Legend, to Green Lake Town, joining the battle as the town's current strongest combat force.

With Figglas's addition, Green Lake Town finally had the confidence to face the might of a demigod and compete with him.

Of course, the reason why Olenzi was willing to use the Dragon Scale to summon Figglas was also because, in the meeting hall of Green Lake Town, more than a dozen Goblin executives reached a decision to take the initiative to attack out of the town through a majority vote.

"You red-skinned lizard, instead of hiding in your cave, you dare to appear in front of me. I might as well peel off your skin, flesh, and blood as materials for my next magic experiment! !"

The electric net continued to shrink, and the dragon breath, so hot that it could almost melt space, was constantly compressed in the electric net, as if a rampaging beast was being shackled.

The flying knights riding advanced unicorns scattered, creating enough space for the upcoming battle between Garros and the Legendary Dragon.

"You are just a group of self-righteous pointed-ear monkeys. In ancient times, didn't you beg for survival in the shadows between us dragons and the giant clans! !"

Figglas's mouth continued to spew dragon breath, but a resentful voice came from his throat.

At the same time, a figure suddenly leaped high from behind the giant dragon, dragging out a phantom image and shooting straight over. Before the person arrived, a surging energy wind blade had already been slashed out. The violent wind pressure blew the smoke around the Shepherd's Slope to both sides. Alan's self-created "Opening the Sky" was now performed by the gnome student Cole, and it was no less impressive.

Garros's figure flashed again, and his figure reappeared in the space where a bolt of lightning flashed in the sky. He grabbed the tail of the lightning and flicked his wrist, and the electric light shot like an arrow towards Cole, who was readjusting his body.

"Drink!"

Cole had no intention of dodging at all. She knew very well that she was not as agile as her teacher, so she simply used her powerful strength and burst, a slash with the Legendary feat of Superb Smash directly劈向了lightning.

The five Legendary Elves also rushed up at this time. Just as they were preparing to intercept, several attacks suddenly went towards them from afar. Ted, Oscar, and other Wilderness Legends, who were only a few breaths behind the giant dragon Figglas, also arrived, tacitly choosing an opponent and starting their respective battles.

Lightning flashed on Cole's black dragon scale armor. The Blackfire Greatsword exuded a deep aura, attracting the bruise blood spilling from Cole's mouth, turning it into wisps of energy, and feeding it back to its master.

"Go! !"

The heavy slash split the lightning, and then Cole made a big turn in the air, and the heavy sword directly pierced forward after drawing an arc. An invisible sword light crossed the distance between them and suddenly appeared in front of Garros.

Buzz buzz buzz! ! !

A nimble lightning shield suddenly appeared in front of Garros, blossoming with fine electric webs, mutually extinguishing the raging anger. The air pressure cleaved by the sword's edge formed a ripple, forcing Garros, whose strength was lacking, to drift into the distance.

Whoosh!

A serpentine tail, carrying a heavy bone tumor, swept in from the side. Garros pointed his staff at the sky, and a bolt of lightning fell from the distant, cloud-covered horizon. In an instant, the figure of the golden-haired elven demigod exchanged positions with the distant lightning. Figlas' tail slammed into the lightning in mid-air.

"Reptile, you can't escape!!"

Figlas suffered a slight setback. His massive wings suddenly flapped violently, and his enormous body soared upwards, directly piercing through the clouds overhead, flying towards the higher firmament.

Cole strode swiftly, his Smoke Wave Steps unfolding in the void, resolutely pursuing Garros's retreating figure.

On the ground battlefield, the stubbornly resisting goblin warriors, seeing the legendary figures appearing in the sky, had their flagging morale immediately checked. New strength surged within them, and they once again erupted with overwhelming combat power, briefly halting the elves who had been pressing them back.

"Warriors of Greenwild, look! The tribe has not abandoned us! Reinforcements are at our backs! If you want to live, if you want to protect your families, when will you fight if not now!!!"

Haye also stepped forward at the opportune moment, finding the rooftop of a ruined building, and shouted loudly. Although she herself was injured, her originally complete chainmail was now covered with various scars. Gurgling blood soaked the lining, leaving streaks of dark green on the chainmail.

"Roar!!"

Thump!! Thump thump!!!

The goblin warriors who could still fight rose up one after another. Those who could spare a hand raised their left arm, made a fist, and fiercely beat their right chest, creating a sound on their protective armor like war drums.

Thump!! Thump thump!!

Just as the goblins were rousing themselves and boosting their morale, a responding drumbeat actually came from the distance, echoing the sound of the surviving goblins in the town beating their chests, filling the goblins in the town with unexpected joy.

"Kill!!"

An even more ferocious counterattack unfolded in the narrow, cramped town. Goblin warriors darted through every alley and corner, using their familiarity with the terrain to begin dividing and dissolving the coordinated elven formations.

The ground began to tremble rhythmically, as if an ancient behemoth were galloping. The elven unicorn cavalry, which had not participated in the battle due to the unfavorable terrain and had been stationed outside the town as a reserve force, also felt this tremor. Omar, the commanding officer at the head, reacted in time and immediately let out a high-pitched whistle.

A unicorn knight quickly descended from the sky in response, landing beside Omar to report.

"Commander, a large goblin army has appeared to the south, numbering over fifteen thousand. Leading the charge is a heavy cavalry force of about two thousand. They are only five miles away from this town and have already begun charging towards the battle site!!"

Flying knights not only provide aerial support in battle, but also serve as the eyes and ears of the elven army. Any changes on the battlefield are promptly shared with the commanding officers.

Upon receiving the latest intelligence, a hint of solemnity appeared in Omar's eyes, but he did not panic: "Send this message to Commander Sid at the front line and let them decide on their next actions. We'll take care of that goblin heavy cavalry force. Tell them to rest assured."

"Yes!!"

The flying knight gently nudged the unicorn's flanks. The telepathic unicorn flapped its wings and ascended again, nimbly weaving through the air filled with flying arrows and javelins, heading towards the elven formations.

Behind the clouds in the sky, a pale blue light surged and then quickly spread, immediately dissipating the layers of dark clouds that had enveloped the Mustang Hill town for so long.

When the clouds dispersed, the light in the sky revealed its true form. It was Figlas once again spewing his scorching dragon breath, burning the water vapor above the sky into steam once more, and dissipating it into the higher stratosphere.

Having done all this, Figlas retracted his dragon breath. His vertical pupils scanned the area and quickly located Garros and Cole pursuing him. His wings contracted again, and the dragon's enormous body plunged down from the sky thousands of meters high, heading straight for Garros.

The other five pairs of legendary powerhouses also tacitly moved the battlefield into the distance. The elven legends were afraid that the aftermath of the legendary powerhouses' battle would accidentally injure the elven legions who had gained the upper hand on the battlefield, while the wilderness legends cooperated with them for another reason.

Eric, a legendary mid-level human powerhouse and the nominal elder of the Greenwild tribe, looked at the dozen or so black dots in the sky with a calm heart. He reached behind him, drew his hand across the hilt of his sword, and a simple greatsword appeared in his hand.

Ding!!

Pfft!!

Before the light ringing of the greatsword could cease, Eric gripped the sword in reverse and thrust it directly into the ground. Then, a subtle, dense energy emanated rapidly from the ground where the greatsword was inserted, spreading outwards.

"Here it comes!!"

The legendary powerhouses who had been flying nimbly in the sky suddenly discovered that the natural energy they controlled outside their bodies was out of control. Their ability to stay airborne seemed to have lost its effect, and their heavy bodies could not help but crash to the ground.

The wilderness powerhouses had been prepared. At this moment, they seized the great opportunity of their opponents' flustered state, each quickly displaying their prepared means, either casting scrolls to summon ice shields and thrusting spikes, or taking advantage of their height advantage and pouncing down from the sky, launching fatal attacks on their opponents.

The legendary dragon Figlas, who was diving down, seized the opportunity, constantly adjusting his posture with his slightly open wings, locking onto the demigod who was preparing to cast a teleportation spell, and delivering a heavy blow.

The unique domain ability originating from the Faithless profession, after countless years of dormancy, once again revealed its magical power to this world. Eric looked up at the sky, his sharp eyes like a predator secretly spying on its prey, looking for the right opportunity to reveal his ferocious, deadly claws.

Hundreds of years of constant honing and exploration had allowed Eric's anti-air domain to encompass a wider range. Now, under full deployment, it had rendered it impossible for anyone within a fifteen-mile radius centered on him to fly through any means.

Even the few flying knights on the periphery were greatly affected. Even though the advanced unicorns under their crotches tried their best to flap their wings, the weight of the knights' bodies plus the armor caused the unicorns to crash to the ground.