Green Monster Epic

After a great battle, although nearly ten thousand people died or were wounded in Green Lake Town, there was not much sadness or desolation in the town. Instead, there was a sense of joy and excitement on the faces of the goblin tribesmen in the town.

The wilderness has never been peaceful. Even though the Green Field Tribe has been peaceful for many years and rarely suffered such great casualties, the blood of warriors still flows in the goblin bloodline, and they take life and death very lightly and calmly.

Those goblin families who lost their loved ones would be immersed in grief for the two days after learning that their family members had died in battle. However, after this period of emotional release, everyone returned to their daily lives. At least the tribe's compensation for the fallen warriors was enough to ensure that a goblin family would not have to worry about life for several years, and their children would be taken care of by the tribe.

The monument by Green Lake and the cemetery behind the monument have undergone great changes. The stone wall of the monument, which originally had many blank spaces, is now filled with the names of fallen goblin warriors. The cemetery's periphery has been expanded several times to accommodate the ashes of these fallen goblins.

"…Today, we are here to commemorate these comrades and compatriots who fought bravely and died on the battlefield for our tribe's foothold in the Green Field Plain. It is thanks to their sacrifice that we have the peaceful life we have in Green Lake Town today. Therefore, my compatriots, you must cherish this hard-won life!"

"Everyone has seen that there are still shameless people outside who are coveting the lives of our people and trying to destroy our hard-won happiness. If you cannot inherit the fighting spirit of these warriors and do not work hard to improve yourselves, one day in the future, there will inevitably be more powerful enemies who will burn everything you cherish in the flames of war!"

"The sons of Green Field have risen from this land for three hundred years. Under the leadership of our great leader, we have overcome obstacles and worked hard…"

"…Although the dead are gone, we survivors must not forget them. We will inherit their legacy, continue to promote the might of Green Field, and build a bright future for Green Field!!!"

"Salute!!! Open the way for the souls of the fallen Green Field soldiers to return to the kingdom of God!!!!"

"Kill!!! Kill!! Kill!!!!"

Standing on the high platform, Oren Z, as the town mayor, delivered a passionate speech, taking advantage of this war to give the tribe's people a lesson, adding a bit of motivation to the town's somewhat lax and scattered atmosphere.

Tens of thousands of goblins came to the memorial service, densely surrounding Green Lake. Listening to the mayor's slightly tragic speech, the expressions on everyone's faces were complex, and the emotions in their hearts were mixed.

The most conspicuous were naturally the teams of goblin warriors who had fought on the battlefield and returned in triumph. Their uniform armor was neatly worn, arranged into steel walls, and the steel spears and battle axes stood like a forest, creating a chilling atmosphere.

Having just experienced the baptism of war, both their killing intent and fighting spirit were at their peak. Standing at the forefront of the memorial ceremony, the soldiers in each phalanx were burying their comrades who had fought side by side. Although there was some sadness in their eyes, there was more pride and honor for their partners and comrades.

The young descendants of the town's several academies were moved by Oren Z's speech. The gazes they cast on the steel walls in front of them were full of longing, and their faces were full of high-spirited fighting spirit and determination, with a hint of carrying on the past and opening up the future.

Albard stood below Oren Z's lectern, his eyes slightly narrowed and seemingly solemn, but in reality, his consciousness was connected to a magic eye in the sky, observing the expressions on the faces of the town's people and guests through magic.

Holding a collective memorial service for the fallen soldiers was Albard's suggestion. Although the tribe had only won a pyrrhic victory against the elven detachment, it seemed that in the wilderness for thousands of years, apart from the centaur grassland three kingdoms in the south, which formed its own faction, only their Green Field tribe could contend against the army of a great civilization with the strength of a single tribe.

As the saying goes, the winner is king, and the loser is the bandit. Victory is victory. What if it is a pyrrhic victory?

This event to commemorate the fallen soldiers was not only intended to motivate the tribe and unite the people, but also a great opportunity to demonstrate the Green Field tribe's power to the outside world.

Not to mention the Corima, Oak Church and other forces who personally participated in the war and witnessed the brave fighting spirit of the Green Field tribe's warriors, just the latecomers Snowmi and Raven's Claw, two close allies, and those few members of the Thorns Ring organization who were somewhat unwilling and even harbored schadenfreude, when they came and saw the Green Field tribe defeat the elven army and drive them out of the Green Field territory, leaving the ground covered with elven corpses, the shock in their hearts was naturally indescribable.

Although the scale of the elven invasion was only ten thousand troops, the representatives and leaders of each family in the field also knew very well that if it were their own tribe, they would probably only be able to shrink within their own main city, passively resisting the enemy, and waiting for the support of other tribal allies.

To say that the Green Field tribe, with the force of one city, took the initiative to attack, confronted the army led by the demigod mage, and defeated it, just this courage alone was enough to make the surrounding tribal leaders take notice.

The scene of a large number of goblins gathered around was also reflected in the eyes of the representatives of each tribe. The representatives, who usually rarely saw the real situation of Green Field, saw the goblin army that had just come down from the battlefield, exuding a murderous aura, and looked at the group of goblin women, children, and old people who were silent and sad but also united and of one mind, as well as the group of young goblin generations who were full of vigor and high-spirited fighting spirit. Everyone had a new perception of the Green Field tribe.

Unlike the people under their own tribes, the goblins of the Green Field tribe could often fully feel their heartfelt recognition and loyalty to the tribe from their expressions and their undisguised actions and conversations.

When they first arrived two days ago, the representatives of each family and the warriors of each tribe who came to support saw a very unforgettable scene: a group of nearly a hundred goblins of various types knelt in front of the Green Lake Town Hall, banging their heads loudly on the solid limestone bricks, begging the powerful people in the town who entered and exited the hall.

Beside them, large and small packages were placed in a mess. Some of the smaller bags were opened and placed in front of them, filled with various materials, gold coins, etc., presumably the wealth accumulated by these goblins over the years.

Outsiders regarded this as a spectacle, but the passing goblins left with a look of contempt, as if smelling some kind of filth, covering their mouths and noses. Some even spat at the kneeling goblins and blew their noses as they passed by.

After a little inquiry, it turned out that these hundred or so goblins kneeling in front of the town hall were deserters who had slipped away from the battlefield during the fierce battle at Shepherd's Slope. Now that they saw that the tribe was safe, they wanted to return to the tribe.

This kind of thing is actually commonplace in the wilderness. Almost every tribe has such guys. Not to mention the crisis brought about by this kind of pre-war situation, even when the tribe is stable, there are always people from various tribes who secretly do something and then slip away.

Faced with this kind of thing, each tribe does not have too many solutions. The livelihood problem of the lowest-level people has always been a big problem. At the same time, the tribal leaders, as vested interests, have never really cared about these guys, and they let them escape or return.

However, these goblins of the Greenwild Tribe were different. Although they were also just ordinary, low-level goblins, when these deserters returned, it wasn't the tribe's managers who first attacked them, but rather their family members. They not only reported their behavior on the spot but also actively severed ties with these cowards.

The managers of the Greenwild Tribe were also magnanimous and kind. Since they had deserted when the tribe needed them, they would no longer be part of Greenwild. As for the life they lived in the tribe in their early years and the contributions they made to the tribe, the tribe would not treat them unfairly. They were allowed to take away some of their wealth, and from then on, they should never appear on the Greenwild Plains again.

To say nothing else, just the way that Orenzi, the town chief of Green Lake Town, and his subordinates handled things was unique among the wasteland tribes!

Which tribal manager would be so womanly and kind, not only sparing the lives of these guys who betrayed the tribe, but also giving them wealth to support themselves?

If it were any of the representatives present, the lightest punishment for the actions of these hundred or so goblins would be to demote them to slaves, working to death in harsh and dangerous places such as mines and breeding grounds for the rest of their lives. As for the stricter ones, these guys probably wouldn't even have a chance to breathe, and would all become food for the tribe's hounds!

And these goblins who had escaped with their lives were also hilarious. Not only did they not hurry up and slip away, but they were still begging bitterly here, willing to give up all the wealth on their bodies and even actively requesting to do hard labor in Greenwild's mines and quarries, accepting the tribe's punishment.

This one thing alone was enough to prove many things, such as the goblins' loyalty to the tribe, such as Greenwild's affluence…

"I'm sorry, the tribe has had a lot of affairs these past few days, and I'm afraid there have been some inadequacies in the hospitality. Please forgive us."

The ceremony came to an end, and Albard also withdrew his consciousness projected into the Eye of Magic, warmly greeting a group of foreign guests around him, and welcoming them into the revitalized Green Lake Town in advance.

Not long after the envoys sent by the Greenwild Tribe went to the territories of the various Northern Border tribes to ask for help, a support force arrived one after another. The first to arrive at Green Lake Town were several legendary powerhouses from the Snow-Mane and Raven's Claw tribes, such as Cole and Tim.

Soon after, there was the professional army subordinate to the Three Tribes Council. Although they didn't catch up with the tail end of the war, they marched urgently for more than a thousand miles, disregarding their physical strength, which also showed the increasingly integrated scene of the three tribes in recent years.

Following them were several tribal legends under the Thorns Ring organization, as well as subordinate elite squads. Among them, there were naturally tribes who were slacking off and perfunctory, but with Allen not in the tribe to oversee things, the fact that each tribe sent people to help after receiving the request for assistance showed that this Northern Border group was gradually taking shape.

Unexpectedly, the Hothia Drow Federation also had the demi-god Matron Mother Penny Lei personally lead several legendary experts from the Federation, as well as a team of more than a hundred elite spellcasters, rushing over quickly, which surprised Albard and the others.

Although the elves and the Drow were mortal enemies, and they basically had to fight each other when they met, the relationship between Greenwild and the Hothia Federation had not reached the point of actively supporting them. Moreover, there were Dark Elves in the Greenwild Plains who had betrayed the Drow and formed their own faction, and the relationship between them was also somewhat delicate. This time, the sudden encounter between the two sides also startled Albard and the others, fearing that one of them would not be able to resist and start fighting.

Later, Albard quickly found Cole and asked her to leave with Tristan and return to Corima Town, which was considered to have resolved this embarrassment.

"Elder Albard, you don't need to greet us. Knowing that you are now busy with things, we can't help you much here, so we are all preparing to leave."

"Yes, if there is anything you need us to help with, Elder Albard, just tell us, and don't be so polite."

Tim and Cole spoke understandingly on behalf of their respective tribes. They were the first to arrive this time, and they also organized and mobilized a lot of manpower at Nasir Fortress. If this war hadn't ended so quickly, this joint army would probably have arrived at Green Lake Town by now.

"However, the matter of the elves' invasion this time must be reported to Lord Allen as soon as possible and submitted to the Alliance Council for discussion. Although not many of them came this time, and they were driven out, no one knows whether they will have other actions in the future."

"Indeed, at least we must step up our defensive actions in the north…"

The representatives of the other tribes could not hide their worries at this time, and they all made suggestions to Albard, after all, Greenwild was not the only one in the Northern Border. If the scale of the elves' army this time was larger, and they had a smooth journey, then they would have bypassed the natural chasm of the Cartor Canyon and directly threatened the territories of the other tribes.

The reason why everyone still stayed in Green Lake Town for a few days after the war was to hope that they could pass their attitude to Lord Allen, who was guarding Mansa City in the south, through the management of Green Lake Town.

Now that Allen was on duty guarding Mansa City, it also meant that the Northern Border could influence the Alliance Council through Allen's privileges in the next fifty years, and let the Alliance's resources tilt towards the Northern Border. This was also an important factor why everyone was willing to follow Allen's lead and unite around this newly promoted demigod in the past few years.

In addition, with the occurrence of the elves' invasion, it was a good excuse to shift the Alliance's attention from the humans in the south to the elves, making up for the Alliance's neglect of the Northern Border tribes in recent years.

"Everyone, please rest assured that our clan chief already knows about the invasion of our tribe by the elves. He will definitely report this matter to the Alliance Council and let the Alliance come up with a definite solution."

Albard's expression was calm, and he explained to the representatives of the various tribes in a calm tone.

"Only a few days have passed since the invasion of your tribe, and Lord Allen is thousands of miles away, how could he…"

Jerome, the legendary leader of the Aman Shah tribe, still didn't believe it, thinking that Albard was perfunctorily dealing with them, and opened his mouth to question him.

"Regarding this point, Chief Jerome, there is no need to doubt it. Our tribe naturally has its own means."

Albard put on a profound expression and replied confidently, "Originally, our clan chief was already preparing to go north, but on the way, he encountered an assassination specifically targeting him. Although our clan chief is unparalleled in martial prowess and killed the opponent's assassination team led by a demigod in one fell swoop, he was also severely injured by the opponent at the same time."

"In order to avoid other means of the elves, Clan Chief Allen finally gave up his plan to go north and returned to Mansa City to recuperate."

"These elves!!! What great courage!!!"

"It's really damn it!!! We must seriously discuss this matter at the council, and we must come up with a plan for the elves!!!"

"That's right!!!"

Except for the Drow Matron Mother Penny Lei, whose eyes were deep and calm, the other tribal representatives and leaders immediately felt a sense of shared hatred and indignation after hearing this heavy news, and angrily denounced the elves.