Green Monster Epic

Fierce war raged on the western border of the Dwarf Kingdom. Having suffered two consecutive major defeats, the Dwarf army had no choice but to continue to retreat and consolidate their positions.

News of the defeat suffered by their northern Elven colleagues had already reached the ears of the Elven front-line generals. Each Elven general and commander, upon suddenly hearing this news, was initially incredulous. After repeatedly confirming the information's veracity, they couldn't help but feel a bit of schadenfreude, and couldn't resist complaining and mocking their southern colleagues.

At least the army attacking the Dwarf Kingdom, under their command, was making smooth progress, having advanced more than five hundred miles according to the original plan. Especially their southern army of five hundred thousand, due to its proximity to the Mansha Wilderness, had fewer treacherous terrains like towering mountains. Although there were still many rolling hills along the way, they were much happier compared to their colleagues on the central and northern lines, who faced terrains with towering mountains thousands of meters high.

In ancient times, the Dwarves chose to multiply and live in the eastern half of the Taren Continent because they were attracted to the continuous high mountains, as well as the many mineral veins and underground volcanic lava and other geographical environments symbiotic with the mountains.

Although the environment of towering mountains also has its disadvantages, such as the scarcity of arable and grazing land, which makes food supply twice as difficult, the Dwarves prefer to deal with stones and metals, and they enjoy it.

However, for the Elves invading the Dwarf Kingdom, crossing mountains and ridges all the way was not only troublesome for supplies, but also a very physically and mentally exhausting task for daily marching.

Moreover, after years of operation by the Dwarves, many steep mountain peaks have been hollowed out by the Dwarves, and fortresses hidden inside the mountains have been built, which really made the Elven soldiers fighting against them very uncomfortable.

Such fortresses are like copper-edged turtle shells, often leaving the Elves with no way to attack. In the end, they can only confront the opponent head-on, forcefully pushing in from the fortress entrance or simply splitting a mountain in half!

Only their southern hilly area has relatively flat terrain, and the Dwarves have built fewer fortresses, making it relatively easier to attack. When the other two routes only advanced more than five hundred miles, their route had already advanced more than eight hundred miles eastward.

If it weren't for considering the coordination of the entire Elven military plan and avoiding the detachment of their own forces, the army led by Mario on the southern line might have been able to advance at least a hundred miles or more.

Since being persuaded by the demigod mage Garros last time to mobilize the garrison of Thornsburg to invade the Green Field Plains and suffered a small defeat, Mario was punished by the kingdom and removed from the powerful position of commander of Thornsburg.

This time, he also spent a lot of money to get back into the position, and Garros also felt indebted to Mario, so he interceded, which allowed him to sit on the position of commander of the southern line again.

It's just that the difficulty of the southern line is lower than that of the central and northern lines, so the size of his army is far inferior to the other two powerful armies, and naturally the merits gained are not as great as the other side.

In addition, the slow progress of the other two lines forced him to slow down his offensive to cooperate with them, which made Mario unable to fully display his enthusiasm.

Of course, the advance of the southern line was only relatively fast. The deeper they went into the heart of the Dwarf Kingdom, the more firm their resistance and defense became.

When the news that Besim led the remnants of the army invading the wilderness and died reached the southern line, Mario also thought it was a joke. After confirming this fact, he was sad for the death of his colleague Besim, but he couldn't help but be angry at the losses he caused to the kingdom.

It was just a small group of Drow soldiers, and a group of wilderness barbarians who couldn't even get on the stage. Why did the kingdom's excellent elite army suffer a defeat, and why were more than 200,000 brave Elven warriors killed! !

"Besim really deserves to die! !"

"Let him die on the battlefield, that's a bargain for him! !"

Among the Elven army invading the northern border, some of the troops were transferred from Thornsburg. Mario had been guarding Thornsburg for many years. Although he retired a few years ago, many of the soldiers inside were trained by him. Among the many soldiers who died, there were naturally some children he knew.

Even though the news had been circulating for several days, Mario still felt angry and cursed through gritted teeth whenever he thought of this matter.

"Bastard!"

The more Mario thought about it, the angrier he became. The anger in his heart couldn't be stopped. In the end, the Elven legendary general, who couldn't sit still, simply clapped his hands and called his commanders to find the Dwarves to vent his anger.

"It's been so long with that group of Dwarves, it's time to show them some color!"

"Pass down my order, the entire army will complete the assembly before sunrise tomorrow and launch a general attack on Laifuton Ferry! !"

"Yes! !"

Laifuton Ferry was built on the eastern section of Laocang River, the largest river in the Dwarf Kingdom. The river is wide and the water flow is turbulent. Except for the relatively flat terrain near the ferry, the surrounding area is mostly cliffs of twenty to thirty meters.

Before the Elves arrived, the Dwarves had destroyed the ships on the western section of the ferry, using this geographical environment as an obstacle to block the Elves on the western section.

The Elven army repeatedly tried to cross the ferry to attack the Dwarf stronghold on the eastern section, but failed. The turbulent river water brought more trouble to the Elves than imagined. The Elven soldiers, who thought they were good at swimming and had great physical strength, often returned without success and suffered heavy losses under the interception of countless arrows and magic.

After several unsuccessful attempts, the Elves had no choice but to give up the idea of rapid advancement and began to build ships on the spot, preparing for the preliminary work of crossing the river.

The Elves' execution ability is beyond doubt. When the sky over the undulating hills in the east turned fish-belly white, the Elven camp stationed by the river was like a giant beast waking up. Countless warriors, dressed neatly, stepped out and headed straight for the various ships and boats of all sizes built in the wide river channel these days.

The Dwarf monitoring post on the opposite side also issued a warning in time, and the construction site behind the ferry was also full of figures. A fleet of ships that were more exquisite and larger than the ships built by the Elves began to assemble on the river.

Woo woo～～ Woo woo～～

Hundreds of boats raced to cross the river, and ships shot out like arrows. Patches of arrows and magic shot from the Dwarf formation when the Elven ships entered the middle of the several-hundred-meter-wide river.

Some Elves held shields, some cast spells, and built solid defenses in front of the ships. There were also those paddling, and the unskilled part-time sailors also tried their best to move irregularly on the turbulent river, sometimes turning sharply and sometimes drifting with the current.

Many ships capsized under the Dwarves' offensive or even their own misoperation before they even approached the river beach on the east side. The Elven warriors on board fell into the river one after another, shaking their arms and legs, and began to swim towards their target direction.

The overturned ships did not sink to the bottom of the river. A long rope was dragged behind it. The warriors on the west bank would drag them back after these ships completed their mission, and then transport the second batch of warriors over.

Although doing so would have a considerable impact on the rowers and consume more energy, each Elven warrior was at least level 8 or higher, so this loss would not have a significant impact on the next battle.

The first batch of elven warriors, charging onto the beachhead and docks, fought desperately, attempting to establish a buffer defense line along the riverbank. Various scrolls and magical items were thrown forward as if they were free. Stone walls, earthen mounds, and thorny giant deer rose up, but were quickly met with the dwarves' purification or dispelling divine magic, and powerful spells. Simultaneously, dwarven warriors, clad in iron like walking barrels, crashed into the elven lines.

Elven warriors swept downstream on the river's surface exerted every ounce of strength, striving to gain even a single second, so they could reinforce their comrades on the riverbank who were risking their lives to create a relatively safe environment for everyone.

The dwarves were also fighting for their lives, knowing full well the threat the elves posed if they gained a foothold on the shore. Furthermore, their innate aversion and hatred towards invaders fueled the dwarves to exert themselves to 120% of their capacity.

After three waves of elves were sent to the opposite bank, they finally secured a foothold on a section of the beach on the eastern front. These few words, however, concealed the loss of over twenty thousand elven warriors.

The battle on the river's surface never ceased. Vines, driftwood, or solid ice conjured by magic provided support for the elven warriors to advance, but the dwarves continuously hurled divine spells and their unique rune-based magical items onto the wide river, creating massive waves.

From the moment the ground troops engaged, the powerhouses on both sides clashed fiercely. They consciously kept the battlefield away from the crossing point, as the warriors from both sides were packed on the narrow ends of the crossing. If a legendary powerhouse suddenly intervened, neither side would be comfortable.

The sun rose from the east and climbed overhead, then slowly descended towards the west. As the day drew to a close, the elven army's offensive progress remained sluggish.

"After nightfall, organize a general offensive!"

In Mario's eyes, the casualties of the battlefield were merely cold numbers. His years of experience as a general had taught him the cruelty of war; victory could never be achieved without sacrifice.

The seemingly intense river crossing during the day was actually a smokescreen released by Mario to deceive the dwarves. In reality, he had only mobilized 100,000 troops that day, but he rotated them at a high frequency, creating the illusion of a constant stream of reinforcements. The remaining 300,000 elite troops were resting and recuperating, awaiting the arrival of the true battle.

When night truly fell, the dwarven defenders suddenly launched a fierce counterattack, attempting to drive the elves who had gained a foothold on the shore back into the water.

The elven forces on the western bank promptly provided support, with various spells, arrows, and even catapults and siege crossbows flying across the hundreds of meters of river, slamming into the charging dwarven army.

The elven troops, numbering just over ten thousand, were cornered. Seeing tens of thousands of dwarven soldiers approaching, they cautiously contracted their lines and fortified their positions. However, the enemy's ranged weaponry was more powerful, and their troops were stronger. Despite the elves' efforts to defend, they were ultimately driven back into the river by the dwarves.

All the progress made during the day was lost. The two sides seemed to have returned to the starting line. After this setback, the elven forces gradually quieted down, and the dwarves took the opportunity to repair their river defenses and clear the corpses.

Only the more energetic and physically robust powerhouses from both sides continued their fierce battle in the distant sky, with occasional thunderous roars that sent shivers down the spine.

In the deep of night, a thin mist, condensed by the sudden drop in temperature, slowly drifted between the river channels and, under the influence of weak magic, enveloped a section of the river.

The intense fighting during the day had left the dwarves somewhat fatigued, while the 300,000 elven soldiers, who had been resting and recuperating all day, began to slip silently into the river under the cover of darkness.

"Enemy attack! !"

Woo ~ ~

Woo woo ~ ~

Although the elven army's movements were stealthy, it was difficult for such a massive force to remain completely undetected. When the majority of their troops had entered the water, the vigilant dwarven sentries on the opposite bank finally noticed the anomaly and blew their melodious horns.

At this moment, the vanguard of the elven army was only a step away from the eastern bank. Hearing the dwarves' warning from the eastern bank, they no longer hesitated and immediately mustered all their strength, darting towards the shore like arrows.

The sudden attack caught the dwarves somewhat off guard. By the time their army launched a counterattack, the elven forces on the riverbank had already surpassed the size of the isolated force that had been holding out during the day.

Shoo! !

A bright tracer floated overhead, piercing the deep night and reflecting the rippling water in the wide river, creating an exceptionally beautiful scene.

However, for the dwarves, this beautiful sight was their worst nightmare. The spellcasters in the army urgently hurled spells into the river, creating towering waves, only to have them neutralized by the spells and divine magic of the elven spellcasters on the opposite bank.

The spectacle of spellcasting from the day replayed in the night. Watching the increasing number of wet elven soldiers on the opposite bank, Commander Mario's cold expression gradually relaxed.

The dwarven army stationed at this crossing was somewhat smaller than the elven army under his command. The day's feigned exhaustion tactic had made tonight's surprise attack proceed smoothly. Now that the elven troops who had landed had gained momentum, Mario was confident that they would achieve victory.

Just as he was feeling pleased with himself, the elven scouts stationed on the outskirts of the western bank suddenly issued an urgent warning. At the same time, a crimson flare soared into the sky, but before this magical flare could reach its peak, a powerful and fierce gust of wind accurately destroyed it.

Several miles south, over a dozen unfamiliar and powerful auras suddenly appeared, alarming not only the soldiers from both sides fighting on the battlefield, but also the elven powerhouses who had been battling in the sky all day. They unleashed their ultimate moves to carve out a path and quickly flew towards their army's base.

Whoosh! !

Several ghostly figures directly swept over Mario's camp, heading straight for the elven powerhouses rushing from afar. Before they even arrived, they unleashed powerful ultimate techniques, directly blocking the elves' path of retreat.

"Courting death! !"

An elven powerhouse's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Although he hadn't guessed the identity of the powerhouses who had suddenly appeared, he had confidence in his own strength. The pair of curved blades in his hands transformed into a curtain of swords, scattering towards the front like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

The elven powerhouse only felt a blur before his eyes, and the figure rushing in the lead had already arrived in front of him, a comically large greatsword falling straight down.

In haste, the elven powerhouse slashed horizontally with both blades over a dozen times, merging the dozen or so energy waves into the final strike of his blade.

Dong! !

A raging storm instantly erupted, and a shockwave quickly spread out. A few weaker powerhouses nearby were affected by the shockwave and couldn't help but retreat a few steps.

However, the confident elven figure directly disappeared before everyone's eyes, until a heavy and huge sound came from the ground, and a small mushroom cloud rose up.