Green Monster Epic

Two days ago, the earth goblin Freddy was still a handyman in a tavern in Green Lake Town, but now he was wearing the battle armor passed down from his family for generations, tightly holding the standard heavy axe issued by the tribe, and walking to the front line.

Not far in front of him was a short wall made of steel shields, which was the target that Freddy and thousands of his companions were about to destroy.

Because their team was composed of tribal adventurers and ordinary residents, they were not immediately sent to support their compatriots in the town when they first arrived at Mustang Slope, but were placed in the rear as a support force.

Now, as the elves withdrew from Mustang Slope Town, and most of the goblins were still blocked in the chaotic ruins in the town, Freddy and others finally had the opportunity to go to the battlefield.

It must be false to say that he wasn't nervous. Although Freddy had the strength of a Tier 10 Berserker, he only had basic tactical knowledge learned in the academy in his early years, and the few days of militia training organized by the tribe every year. At other times, he rarely picked up weapons to practice his combat skills.

Even his mid-level combat profession was due to his work in the tavern. Usually, the chefs in the tavern made some leftovers of magical dishes, or new formulas needed test subjects. In the process of eating magical dishes time after time, he and several older guys in the tavern naturally got promoted.

This can be regarded as a benefit for these goblins working in the taverns of their own gourmet city.

It was precisely because he possessed the strength of a mid-level combat profession that he inevitably became one of the members of the tribe's temporary recruitment of warriors, and was forced to the front line.

His heart was pounding wildly, and his palms were constantly sweating. If he encountered this kind of thing in normal times, Freddy would definitely try every means to shirk responsibility and sneak away. But this time was different. Although he was infinitely panicked and uneasy, and although his legs were constantly shaking, Freddy and most of his companions never thought of running away.

Just like what was written on the town's mobilization order, behind them were their kind and lovely families, and the homeland they had struggled for a lifetime. If they fled because of cowardice, then their families would be the ones who would be hurt in the end, and they would only lose themselves.

His family has lived in Green Lake Town for six or seven generations of goblins. It is said that their ancestors were slaves under the slave hunting group in their early years. Later, they were redeemed by the Green Field Tribe, and after several generations of efforts and the tribe's grace, they have the life they have today.

Freddy, who had received tribal education and understood a little bit of the world's principles, had never really left the tribe's territory to travel, but the information he obtained from books and surrounding adventurers all pointed to one fact: the goblin race is actually in a very difficult situation in the great world of Fayman, and more goblin species are still the prey of others and the cannon fodder at the bottom.

At the same time, Freddy was also very clear that the tribe has the obligation to take care of its people, and as an individual, he also has the obligation to stand up and contribute his strength when the tribe is in distress. Leaving the tribe, it would be a luxury for an earth goblin like Freddy to want to obtain his current life again.

"Kill!!!"

"Kill!! Kill kill!!"

The goblins around him roared deafeningly, cheering themselves up, while their feet moved frequently, rushing towards the elves' unfinished positions like a wave. Freddy himself was also swept into it. The heavy axe on his shoulder was a little unfamiliar, but in this high-spirited environment, the fighting instinct from the goblin lineage was also activated. Seeing the complex emotions in his pair of dark green eyes gradually become simple, and a crazy fighting spirit also appeared on his face.

In the rear of the Green Field Tribe's spellcaster team, the shamans silently waved a mass of scarlet light, enveloping the goblin compatriots who were charging in front. This red magical halo was the Bloodlust Technique, which originated from the ancestral totem and stimulated the bloodline power of the wilderness natives. Although it would cause the goblins in front to temporarily lose some of their sanity, it could also dispel the negative emotions such as fear and cowardice in the goblins' hearts, and at the same time stimulate the potential of the goblin warriors themselves.

The Berserkers began to activate their Fury skills, and with the blessing of Bloodlust and Bear's Endurance, they waved their weapons into a whirlwind, and fearlessly crashed into the steel short wall in front; the shield warriors, after receiving the blessing, aimed at a certain shield wall, and buried their heads and launched a charge while holding up their shields…

In front of Freddy, several companions had already fallen behind the short wall, but more companions jumped up and directly crossed the iron wall and killed into the enemy's position. He released the axe handle with his left hand, and with a big jump, he landed on the edge above the opponent's shield wall. At the same time, he stepped on the shield wall with his right leg, and Freddy easily flipped over the high wall.

When he landed on the ground, he was greeted by a pair of thin swords stabbing straight at his chest. Freddy, who was already prepared, swept the right-hand battle axe forward fiercely, relying on the longer attack range of the heavy axe, and slashed back at the waist of the elf sword dancer in front of him, with an aura of wanting to cut the opponent in half.

The elf's twin swords were about to stab into his chest, and his battle axe was also approaching the opponent's slender waist. In the end, a trace of timidity appeared in the elf warrior's eyes, and he twisted his body and took two steps back, while also retracting the twin swords that were stabbing at Freddy.

Pa ta!!

Freddy, who landed steadily on his feet, did not retract the battle axe he swept out, and slashed it from one side to the back, where several elf shield warriors were still trying to maintain the shield wall formation they had built.

Although deep in his mind there was more desire for killing and blood, Freddy at least remembered the orders given by the leaders before the charge, asking them to first destroy the shield mountain built by the enemy and open a passage for the comrades behind.

An elf shield warrior took the initiative to abandon the shield in his hand, and bent over and charged, wanting to crash into Freddy's arms. And the elf sword dancer who had been forced back by Freddy just now, stepped back on the ground and killed back at the same time, the twin swords turned into stars, heading straight for Freddy's broad back.

"Ha!!"

The heavy axe slammed heavily on a shield, causing a ripple to appear in the shield wall formed by several shields connected to each other. The powerful counter-shock force caused the battle axe to retreat back with greater force and speed.

Freddy's arms were slightly numb and he had no time to adjust his movements. His waist tightened and he was knocked away by the elf shield warrior, but he happened to avoid the elf sword dancer's killing move, leaving only a few scars on his back and shoulders.

Freddy still held the heavy axe tightly in his hand, thinking of the movements he usually used to help in the kitchen when stir-frying large pots of vegetables, he raised his hands and held the battle axe in reverse grip. Before he could stand still, the axe tip of the battle axe had already pierced into the back of the bent-over shield warrior.

Shua~~

This was the first time Freddy had felt blood splatter on his face. The warm liquid slowly trickled down his rough skin. His nostrils were filled with a hot, fishy smell, and the sensation on the corner of his mouth made Freddy couldn't help but stick out his tongue to lick it. A salty taste rushed from his taste buds to his forehead, feeling both unfamiliar and strangely familiar.

Before he could savor the pleasure or fear of hurting someone, the Sword Dancer attacked again. Freddy, dragging the Elf Shield Warrior who was holding him tightly, gripped his battle-axe with both arms and twisted his body, spinning in place. This was a rare tactical skill he had mastered—Whirlwind Slash.

The battle-axe transformed into a blur, constantly changing positions, enveloping Freddy within. The reason he had chosen to learn this tactical skill was because he saw it as both a ranged attack and a defensive skill, allowing Freddy to protect himself in times of crisis.

Another Elf Sword Warrior joined in, a spear aiming precisely at the trajectory of the battle-axe, instantly piercing through. Although the spear was deflected with a crisp clang, the battle-axe was slowed down due to the obstruction, and the Sword Dancer, who had been waiting nearby, immediately twisted his sword into it.

Clang!

Suddenly, a dark shadow soared over Freddy and his opponents, and then several gusts of wind rushed towards the Sword Dancer, helping Freddy out of the encirclement. It was his Goblin companion who had overcome the obstacles and joined him.

“Roar!”

The Bear Goblin, whose face was somewhat familiar, let out an angry roar as soon as he stood firm. The bloodstains left on his body did not affect his movements. He swung his heavy hammer and charged towards a target, not even leaving time to greet Freddy.

With the help of his companion, Freddy finally escaped danger. The Elf Shield Warrior at his waist had been thrown off not long after the Whirlwind Slash was activated. Now, free from restraint, Freddy once again raised his battle-axe and, with simple cooperation from his companion, charged and killed on the Elves' battlefield.

More and more Goblin warriors charged into the Elves' battle formation. After all, they were outnumbered. Although the Elven army was far more coordinated than the Goblin troops, and the buffs brought by the knights and spellcasters in the battle formation were also stronger, under the excellent command of the opposing leader, Duthie and the Elven army found it difficult to fully utilize their army's strength.

Of course, the Goblins, fighting on their home turf, had high morale and were brave and fearless of casualties. Although their strength was slightly inferior to the Elven army, under the influence of many factors, the gap between them was not necessarily as large as imagined.

… … … …

Although Galos was not a general in the army and was not very familiar with the rules of the military, he was still aware of the meaning of the Deer Horn's retreat call.

The faint sound of the horn coming from afar made Galos feel a sense of unease in his heart.

Originally, the fact that he and Mario, the commander of Thorn Fort, had privately mobilized the border garrison to invade the wilderness was already a violation of the kingdom's laws. If this invasion could achieve the planned goals, then the two of them could still be spared from punishment based on their merits; but if their plan failed and the garrison that followed the operation suffered excessive losses, even a demigod like Galos would probably be punished and demoted upon his return.

However, he couldn't spare the energy to escape from these two powerful and extremely resilient opponents. He even had to be careful to deal with their attacks, lest he capsize in the gutter and find himself in danger.

He didn't know what mysterious force had restricted his ability to fly, causing Galos to spend a lot of effort to readjust. However, compared to the ease of flying, moving and dodging opponents' attacks on the ground while casting spells was ultimately more laborious than flying in the sky.

Moreover, his speed on the ground was far less agile than in the sky, giving the dragon and the other female Goblin legend a great advantage, allowing them to more easily break into his safe range, forcing him to convert more magic power and spell slots to protection and teleportation spells, reducing the opportunity to attack head-on and contain his opponents.

Boom!!!

Figulas swept his tail, and the bone spur slammed fiercely towards the space where Galos was. However, just five meters away from Galos, an energy shield suddenly appeared, blocking the tail sweep and pushing Galos, who was casting Lightness and Grease spells, further away.

Galos steadied his body, his staff waving rapidly, and a stable spell model was about to take shape. When the slash from Cord behind him was about to fall on his head, Galos raised his head, calmly curled his lips, and took a step to the side. A teleportation gate swallowed his body.

When he reappeared, Galos was already a thousand meters away. As he cast a third-tier magic spell—Air Cannon—at the ground with his staff, the roaring wind slammed into the ground, instantly pushing him further and higher.

With his eyes enhanced by Eagle Eye, he took advantage of being high in the sky to quickly scan the ground below, searching for the source of the mysterious domain, and also checking the battle situation of the other Elven legendary powerhouses.

The source of the domain had not yet been found, but the situation of the few legendary Elven powerhouses alone added a touch of frost to Galos's already serious face.

The number of legendary powerhouses dispatched by the Greenwild tribe also exceeded Galos and the others' expectations. They even overwhelmed the Elven legends in terms of quality. Not to mention the dragon and the Goblin female, two legendary peak existences who were holding him back, among the other powerhouses who were besieging and chasing the Elven legends, there were also two or three legendary peak existences. This really made the five Elven legends very棘手, and unknowingly, the five Elven powerhouses had gathered together, relying on each other to confront and kill the enemy.

“Huh?”

Just as Galos was slowly descending, he suddenly noticed that between his battlefield and the Elven legends, there was an inconspicuous human standing calmly. Although he was holding a long sword and seemed ready to fight, he was still some distance away from both the battlefield where he was fighting and the other battlefield. At least, standing where the human was, it would be difficult to have too much influence on the battle on both sides.

Ordinary warriors would definitely not get involved in the fighting of legendary powerhouses, but if he was a legendary powerhouse, then why didn't he join the battle and give his companions support, but instead stood there blankly?

His thoughts raced through his mind, and soon a glint of light appeared in Galos's eyes, obviously having gained something: “Got you!!”

Buzz!!!!!

Electricity flew everywhere, and Figulas's pounce was on the dense electric net in front of Galos. When two powerful energies激荡each other, Cord seized the opportunity to kill from the flank, raising his hand and performing an Open Sky, and a crack suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him, quickly spreading towards Galos's feet.