Green Monster Epic

" Your Highness, the Ceres Fortress has fallen! "

" The 200,000 soldiers in the city were almost completely wiped out, and Lord Pierre, Lord Modi, and Lord Andrew also died in battle! "

" Useless! Bastards! "

" Didn't you say that with the city defenses and troops of Ceres Fortress, there would be no problem holding out for at least three months? Why did it fall in just over a month? "

" What should we do now? Have you come up with a solution? "

King Johnson of the Rose Principality was consumed by impotent rage, turning his fear and worry into anger, venting it on these so-called important ministers.

Even now, these guys are still arguing about whether to abandon the three northern provinces, and they haven't come up with a feasible plan. The only thing that can comfort Johnson a little is that the armies recruited by the nobles of the other provinces are now building a line of defense north of the capital, at least ensuring the safety of the capital for the time being.

At the same time, the news of the fall of Ceres Fortress also meant that the issue that the ministers of the two major factions in the court, North and South, had been arguing about had lost its foundation, and the complete fall of the three northern provinces had become an indisputable fact.

" Your Highness, the most important thing now is to settle the people who have been evacuated from the three northern provinces. If the barbarians in the wilderness continue to move south, the capital may also become a battlefield! "

" Once the war starts here, these millions of refugees will inevitably become a hidden danger and a burden. We should make plans in advance before that happens. "

Minister of Military Affairs Humphrey stepped forward, taking the opportunity to express his opinion.

" Humphrey, you are taking advantage of the fire! "

Minister of Commerce Gary stood up again after hearing the other party's suggestion. Judging from his attitude, it seemed that he was going to argue with the other party again.

These refugees who have been dismissed from the north are all the wealth of the northern nobles. Although there is no fief for them to live in temporarily, they will still need to return to their homes after the north is restored, to cultivate land and pay taxes for the nobles!

But now, Humphrey's proposal, supposedly for the sake of the safety of the capital, is just to take the opportunity to send these refugees to the southern manor, so that the southern nobles can seize the benefits first, so that even after the war ends, their southern nobles will have ways to shirk responsibility.

" These refugees are all subjects of our northern nobles. How to settle them is our business, and you don't need to worry about it. "

" What if they cause trouble? "

" There will be no problems. We have already sent people to deal with these matters. As long as the principality provides a little more support, these people will not only not cause trouble, but can also provide support when the wilderness army comes over! "

Gary's face was very tough, but his heart was bleeding.

The resettlement of millions of refugees, there is no problem for a day or two, but I don’t know how long this war will last. Judging from the situation, it must be calculated in months at least. Even if the nobles in the northern provinces are rich and powerful, they can’t stand such a huge loss!

However, now is not the time to feel sorry for the property. If they show weakness to Humphrey and these guys, then they will rush up like hyenas and tear off pieces of flesh from their northern nobles.

Several other officials from northern noble backgrounds also spoke out at this time, expressing their support for Gary.

" You can handle these matters yourself, but there is one thing I want to make clear to you. The national treasury cannot provide extra money or food. You must solve the problem of how to settle the people yourself! "

Johnson waved his hand irritably. At the same time, the last few words made Gary and several colleagues look even more miserable, but they could only bite the bullet and agree.

King Johnson is not completely昏庸. He can roughly guess the reason why these ministers are doing these things, but he has no intention or ability to deal with it. The property owned by the royal family itself is not enough for him to bear such a big burden.

The only thing Johnson can do is to support the relatively weak side of the ministers, and not give the strong side a chance to grow bigger, so as to maintain the balance of the court and facilitate his dominance of the kingship.

" The most urgent task now is to find a way to ask the Dawn Empire and the Alliance to send troops to support us. Do you ministers have any good suggestions? "

Although Johnson felt sorry for the fall of the three northern provinces, the safety of the capital was more important at this time, as this was the foundation of their royal family.

" Your Highness, I am willing to go to the Dawn Empire in person to plead for help and state the critical situation of our country. "

Finally, after the loss of benefits became unbearable, Minister of Commerce Gary took the initiative to ask for an envoy.

" Then what is the chance of success for your mission this time? What preparations have you made? "

Johnson was not very happy because Gary took the initiative to request to be an envoy. He hoped that the other party could come up with a practical plan.

If the Dawn Empire and the Alliance could be persuaded with just words, then the Rose Principality would still have a few eloquent talents even if its talents were withering.

Even Johnson himself took the initiative to lower his stance and begged Bishop Maccaro of the Dawn Church to mediate, but after more than ten days, he did not receive any reply, which made him feel a little chilled and frustrated after all.

" I believe "

It's just a few old-fashioned and unoriginal methods. After all, the principality's capital is not as large as other kingdoms. If it weren't for the fact that it is adjacent to the Mansa Wilderness, and the human kingdoms need a place to serve as a buffer zone to reduce their troubles and burdens, this Rose Principality would have been annexed by other kingdoms long ago.

The fruitless court meeting ended, and the only thing that was determined was that Gary would be sent to the Dawn Empire as an envoy of the principality, which was a little help that was better than nothing.

Carrying heavy pressure back to the cold harem, King Johnson, who was about to find a few singers to relax, had his mood disrupted by a letter handed over by his royal chief.

" Your Highness, this is a letter sent by Bishop Maccaro just now. "

" Bishop Maccaro? Hurry up and show it to me! ! "

A hint of surprise was brewing in Johnson's eyes, and he quickly summoned the chief to hand over the letter.

Holding the document in his hand, Johnson first skimmed through it quickly, a look of joy flashing in his eyes, and then carefully checked it again before letting out a long breath.

" Great! ! The empire has finally not forgotten us! ! "

" Come on, summon Baron Gary and Baron Humphrey to the palace! "

" Yes! ! "

The Human Alliance finally sent troops to support the Rose Principality, and this support was 300,000 troops, entering the Rose Principality from the border of the Dawn Empire in the Central Plains.

The Wilderness Allied Forces, who finally learned of this information, had now turned the Ceres Fortress into a ruin, and completely cleared the three northern provinces. All the towns marked on the map have now become ruins. A huge army escorted a large number of human prisoners slowly south, arriving in front of the first barrier of the Rose Principality's capital defense line.

In front of the Wilderness Allied Forces is a range of hills that are not too high. On the left and right sides, more than 50 miles apart, there are castles built on the mountains, forming horns to each other, blocking the Allied Forces from continuing to move south.

Another batch of supplementary soldiers arrived late. The Wilderness Allied Forces now have less than 200,000 combat-capable soldiers, which is not as large as the Centaur Legion.

And they have penetrated more than 500 miles into the Rose Principality. It is extremely difficult to obtain personnel and material supplements from the wilderness. Fortunately, the materials looted along the way not only made up for the consumption of the previous month, but also provided enough for the next two or three months.

Because they had never considered occupying this land, the Northern Three Provinces had virtually no stationed troops. The human survivors in Cerise Fortress and the destroyed cities along the way, except for a small number of artisans and alchemists with professional skills who were sent to the Centaur Plains, were mostly slaughtered by the Wasteland Warriors and Centaurs!

It wasn't that they were cruel, but the deeply penetrating Wasteland Allied Forces simply didn't have the energy to settle this burden. At the same time, the already hostile sides couldn't possibly drive them south to the Rose Duchy, making them potential future enemies.

The supply line from the rear was cut off north of Cerise Fortress. From then on, as they continued to advance south, the Allied Forces and Centaurs consumed the materials they carried or simply scavenged along the way. How could they have extra food to feed hundreds of thousands of prisoners?

Of course, not all prisoners were killed. A small portion was kept as cannon fodder for the Allied Forces' next siege, to see how the human garrison troops would treat their compatriots.

These human prisoners who were fortunate enough to live a little longer weren't necessarily lucky. Almost all of them were women, and they also bore another role: a vessel for the Wasteland Warriors to vent their negative emotions, becoming the object of their abuse.

Allen had no intention of doing such sordid things, but he also didn't think about changing the situation. Things that seemed cruel in peacetime were common in war. The Wasteland Warriors who survived high-pressure, high-intensity battles needed a channel to release their inner beast, so they could continue to fight without retreat, without collapsing or going mad.

For example, after the fall of Cerise City, Allen and the others allowed the Wasteland Warriors to run amok in the city for three days and three nights. Except for important facilities in the city, anything else the Wasteland Warriors seized belonged to them.

Although Allen and Ao were very clear that among the warriors who had penetrated deep into human territory, those who had the chance to return to the Wasteland could be counted as one in a hundred, it didn't prevent them from giving these warriors a beautiful hope, so that they could show stronger fighting spirit and more frenzied bestiality in subsequent battles.

The army was stationed more than thirty miles north of the Twin Castles for rest and reorganization. After nightfall, they heard the painful and desperate wails of human females and the excited moans of Wasteland Warriors. Allen frowned slightly, took out a Silence Scroll from his Dimensional Bag, tore it apart, and created a peaceful space in his yurt.

On this journey south, Allen's focus had been on exploring divine power. After countless attempts, Allen finally succeeded in resonating with the Nova again several times, stimulating the power of faith.

Also in these explorations of divine power, Allen figured out something. For example, divine power is composed of three forces. Unless Allen uses Divine Grace to bestow it upon believers, his own mental power and rage will not disappear when consumed; they will recover after meditation.

The only thing that disappears should be the power of faith generated by believers. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why gods value their believers so much. After all, if they leave the power of faith, gods are actually no more than beings comparable to Saints, and not invincible.

After understanding this, Allen's worries were greatly reduced. Although he still didn't know how much power of faith the Nova, which was closely related to him in the distant starry sky, had accumulated, it was completely no problem to support his current intensity of combat consumption.

As for the consumption of Divine Grace and the like, because it permanently depletes his rage and mental power, it also means slowing down his progress towards becoming a Saint. Therefore, Allen rationally believes that he should try to minimize the attempts of Divine Grace at present.

It's a pity that he hasn't mastered the way to enter resonance proficiently. Otherwise, the battle with the human demigod mage Soza Yi on the battlefield at that time might have had a different result, instead of being held back by the other party to pursue and kill him and others, covering the retreat of other human powerhouses.

Allen certainly regretted that he couldn't add a thick stroke to his book of merits, but as long as he thought about the beautiful prospects in the future, he was relieved.

Continue to hone his rage and mental power, constantly familiarizing himself with controlling the Seed of Belief and the illusion of the Flame Planet, changing the frequency of mental power under the blessing of the mental power model, just to be able to apply this method to the battlefield as soon as possible, so that he can truly be regarded as the top powerhouse in the Forgotten Realms.

Only at that time would Allen barely have the confidence to let the Food God Society act bigger, absorb more believers, and not have to worry too much about the encroachment of various church forces caused by exposure.

Currently, the attitudes of the various churches of the Natural God Temple towards the Food God Society have always been ambiguous, making Allen unable to judge to what extent they can tolerate his evangelistic behavior to his believers.

As the scale of the Food God Society grows larger and larger, even if the believers developed are all carefully selected, it is impossible to guarantee that there are no hypocritical and unpredictable guys among them.

This also means that the secrets of the Food God Society can no longer be hidden in the dark, and continue to slowly develop and grow. Sooner or later, its existence will be exposed to the light.

Now, in Green Lake Town, there are already signs of this. For example, in front of the life-size statue of Allen erected in the mountaintop square, there have been goblins who have been coming to worship and salute for a long time, with specifications not much different from the Maple Leaf Chapel at the foot of the mountain.

These goblins have all heard some news about the Food God Society, but they don't know the way of the Food God Society. Therefore, they use the image of the Allen patriarch as an introduction, trying to attract the attention of other believers.

However, these goblins don't know that the statue of Allen himself as the patriarch is quite different from the image of the Food God established by the Food God Society. Their worship and prayer are inadvertently seeing Allen himself and the Food God as one.

Although the original owner between the two is the same bear goblin, different statues actually mean different objects of prayer, and it is very likely that no great power of faith will be generated.

Of course, the biggest trouble is that the probability of the Food God being exposed increases. After all, if anyone sees a group of people praying to Allen's big statue on the top of the mountain, I am afraid they will not think it is just pure worship.

If Allen can improve his strength to the Saint as soon as possible, with the domain power that the Saint already has in its embryonic form, coupled with the divine power system he has mastered, I am afraid that in this material world of the Forgotten Realms, perhaps only those divine incarnations can truly challenge Allen.

However, the constraints faced by divine incarnations in the material world are extremely large. As long as they are discovered and noticed by the will of the Forgotten Realms, they will inevitably mobilize the power of the entire world to expel this existence that endangers the Forgotten Realms.

On the contrary, Allen, this native bear goblin, because he has not yet ascended to the throne of God, is still considered a member of the local world, and will never be suppressed by the will of the Forgotten Realms.