Green Monster Epic

"They deserve to die!!"

"Those bastards from the south!! They deserve to die!!"

Mario, who had always appeared calm and steady, was now personally guarding the front lines of the battlefield, fiercely wielding his sword and shield while loudly cursing.

A powerful army suddenly emerged from the south, taking advantage of the fact that most of the Elven main force had already crossed to the other side, leaving their headquarters empty, and was now frantically attacking the last remaining central army, which was originally intended as a reserve force.

However, upon clearly seeing the Drow faces that made up the majority of the attacking army, Mario immediately understood the true identity of this force.

According to the daily intelligence provided by Countess Alicia and the others in the southwest, the main forces of the Drow and the Wildlings had already retreated to their homeland south of Bonn, with only a detachment stationed at the Coldwind Ridge ruins to guard and defend.

Furthermore, weren't their two major leaders supposed to be stationed at the Coldwind Ridge outpost? Why were they appearing here?

A series of shocking questions arose in Mario's mind, transforming into boundless anger and fear. The sudden appearance of this enemy force made him feel the imminent approach of defeat.

While desperately constructing a defense line, Mario sent a retreat signal to the Elven main force that had already gained a foothold on the eastern bank. If they could retreat before their own central army was breached and defeated, they would face a perilous situation of being unable to advance or retreat, caught in a pincer attack.

The Elven army commanders on the opposite bank had also noticed the unusual movements when they sensed the aura of unknown power appearing behind them, but they trusted their companions and commander Mario in the rear, and therefore continued to push forward.

The total number of Dwarven troops stationed at the crossing was only about 300,000. Now, nearly 200,000 Elven troops had stormed onto the eastern bank. Although there was a numerical difference, the Elves were not at a disadvantage in terms of overall strength.

As long as the Elven companions who were still crossing could keep up, then this river-crossing battle would basically be settled.

However, the urgent horn sounds that quickly drifted from the western bank conveyed a warning signal to their comrades on the eastern bank. Turning their heads to look southwest, the intense fighting that rivaled the intensity of the eastern bank battlefield already explained everything.

"Retreat!!"

The Elven commanders were very unwilling, but they were also helpless. Good military obedience and judgment of the future of the battle made them understand the necessity of withdrawing their troops.

The Elves wanted to retreat, but the Dwarves on the other side did not agree. The warships that had been cruising far upstream and downstream of the river finally advanced at full speed. Although the rapid river currents required the Dwarven warriors on board to spend some effort controlling their ships, their advantage in stabbing, slashing, and hacking the Elves in the water with their feet firmly planted on the water surface was too great.

In addition, the Dwarven heavy infantry launched a full-scale charge from the shore, crashing into the rear of the Elven formation. The powerful siege weapons also unleashed their full firepower, with an attack frequency and intensity that even exceeded the daytime battle.

The crystal-clear river water in the Lao Cang River gradually turned red. The animals living in the river were particularly active at night. They had already enjoyed a hearty feast during the day, and they did not expect that someone would send them a rich late-night snack in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, the central army defense line under the command of Mario was as solid as a rock. Facing the surprise attack of nearly 300,000 uninvited guests, they stubbornly held on until their comrades in the river climbed ashore and joined them.

When the vast majority of Elven soldiers had gathered, the rational commander Mario immediately issued an order to break through, leading this remnant army of less than 300,000 to retreat westward.

A dozen Elven powerhouses in the sky were now also struggling to cope. Half a day ago, they were still in an advantageous position, calmly suppressing the Dwarven powerhouses. They did not expect that they would now become the suppressed party.

The overall strength of the newly arrived Wildling powerhouses was astonishing, especially the Bear Goblin demigod, whose figure resembled an ordinary Elf but whose strength was comparable to that of a giant dragon. He was unmatched wherever he went. Wherever his heavy sword struck, a gap would be created, and anyone whose weapon clashed with his would inevitably be knocked away or even injured.

Already at a disadvantage, and with the presence of an unmatched being, now that they saw the Elven army retreating, this group of powerhouses also began to break through using their own methods.

Allen was increasingly fond of internalizing all his power into the blade. Unless necessary, he rarely used attacks like Wrathful Slash, which seemed powerful but were actually too dispersed.

When weapons clashed, the internalized power would explode like dynamite, and every bit of power would not be wasted, which was in line with the Berserker's powerful explosiveness.

This fighting style had actually been brewing in Allen's mind for a long time, but in the past, his physical strength was not enough, and even his mental strength could not fully control himself, so it was difficult to do all this in actual combat.

However, after breaking through the resonance bottleneck, it seemed that every time he entered the Divine Power state, it was a tempering and washing of his own mental power. Although the total amount of mental power threads did not change much, their toughness and strength had invisibly increased a lot.

It was like a pool of originally turbid lake water full of impurities, after flowing through a riverbed covered with fine sand and aquatic plants, the water quality became clear and clean.

Although the lake water was still the same pool of lake water, its essence had already changed, and it also had more possibilities.

Allen's current feeling about his own mental power was like this. The extreme and subtle manipulations that were usually difficult to achieve, he could now use with ease in actual combat, which also allowed his strength to improve invisibly.

In fact, Allen had not thought about it from another perspective. The Divine Power that he had finally mastered, although it was a higher-level power system than his own liquid Wrath Energy, it was essentially a product of the fusion of his Wrath Energy, mental power, and faith power.

Each time he used Divine Power, it was also a tempering and transformation of Allen's body. It was like a person suddenly mastering a huge sum of money that did not yet belong to him, but it did not prevent him from using this huge sum of money to deposit in the bank in exchange for a sum of interest.

The higher-level Divine Power fed back to Allen's body. Because his physical body and Wrath Energy had already reached the extreme that he could currently control, his mental power shortcomings could be quickly filled by the nourishment of Divine Power, so as to achieve consistency with Wrath Energy.

Perhaps as the number of times he used Divine Power gradually increased, Allen would naturally master the power of the domain and advance to the Saint rank.

Allen was still exploring the mysteries of Divine Power, and naturally could not fully penetrate it, but this did not prevent him from improving his own strength because of these changes.

The Elves broke through with their backs to him, inevitably revealing some flaws. Allen's heavy sword stabbed far away, directly locking onto a relatively weak Elven powerhouse with the combat skill he developed when he first began to explore energy internalization—Instant Kill.

The distance of a hundred meters was nothing before the energy rays condensed by the Instant Kill Sword Skill. In the blink of an eye, it appeared behind the young elven legend. Sensing the arrival of a powerful crisis, the elven sword dancer instantly activated his potential, his figure transforming into five or six illusory images that darted in all directions.

Poof!

The several illusory images had barely flown a few meters before they dissipated like smoke. A spray of scarlet blood bloomed in the air as half of the elven sword dancer's shoulder completely disappeared. Gravely wounded, his body involuntarily plummeted towards the ground.

However, the elven sword dancer's efforts to protect himself were not entirely in vain. Just as his body was about to crash onto the ground, he awoke from his daze and immediately mustered his fighting spirit, darting away into the distance.

Poof!

A flying axe followed closely. The elven legend, severely wounded, had dulled senses and could not evade it. He was instantly pierced through the back by the axe and pinned to the ground.

Having completed all of this, Allen didn't even pause. His lofty figure transformed into green smoke and shot forward again, preparing to further expand the battle results.

The other dwarves, drow, and wilderness powerhouses also didn't delay. Although their individual strength was indeed inferior to Allen, the demigod, their coordination was excellent. While accelerating their pursuit, they unleashed various restrictive measures one after another, focusing their attacks on the unlucky ones who fell behind.

This chase lasted for two days and two nights. The wilderness army and the dwarven army, driven by a surge of enthusiasm, did not stop for a moment, relentlessly biting at the tails of the elven army. They not only tore off several pieces of flesh from the elven army again but also recaptured more than three hundred miles of lost territory.

It wasn't until the two armies chased to the Warhammer Fortress, which originally belonged to the dwarves, that they temporarily stopped their offensive and confronted the elves in front of the dilapidated but still somewhat defensible Warhammer Fortress.

As for the elven military's powerhouses, they had already arrived here long ago, relying on the fortress's inherent defenses and garrisoned forces to huddle within the fortress, awaiting the return of Mario's remnants.

"Thank you very much for the help from the wilderness warriors this time!!"

The short but sturdy dwarven general, Firebeard, finally had time to actively seek out Allen, Penny Lai, and other wilderness powerhouses, offering his most sincere gratitude.

When they were stationed at the ferry, they had met the envoys sent by the drow and the Northern Territory in advance. They had heard from them that reinforcements were coming, but to be honest, they were skeptical about this information.

Although the dwarven kingdom had previously sent envoys to visit the drow and the Ring of Thorns and established alliance relations with them, deep down, the dwarves didn't have high expectations for them, unless the Mansha Alliance sent troops and resources to support them.

However, according to the dwarves' own intelligence, although the Mansha Alliance had confirmed a plan to reinforce the Northern Territory, it would take at least several months or even half a year for their troops and resources to reach the Northern Territory.

But what Firebeard didn't expect was that the wilderness reinforcements really did, as they had told him, emerge from the darkness at a crucial moment, directly helping Firebeard and his men defeat the invading elven army and, in one fell swoop, recover a lot of territory.

To be honest, their line of defense had never been taken seriously, because of their proximity to the wilderness, the dwarves had rarely managed this border line for so many years, as the wilderness tribes posed basically no major threat.

At the same time, the southern border was low-lying and relatively barren, especially with scarce mineral resources, so few dwarves came back here to settle down, and naturally, it was not valued by the dwarven kingdom.

Since the largest fortress in the south was occupied by the elves, and the southern line of dwarves lost more than 200,000 soldiers in this battle, they could only retreat step by step, waiting for a result in the kingdom's central and northern lines.

The dwarves, who were at a disadvantage, could not follow in the footsteps of the elves, otherwise, they would simply replicate the results of the last war. Therefore, after determining the importance, the dwarven kingdom basically abandoned the southern border and invested millions of troops in the central and northern lines.

Firebeard, as the commander-in-chief of the south, also knew the kingdom's difficulties, so after the fall of the Warhammer Fortress, he no longer sought a decisive battle with this line of elven troops, but relied on the vast strategic space behind him to seek more favorable terrain to drag down the opponent.

Who would have thought that the wilderness, which the dwarves did not place high hopes on, would actually send an elite force to help them relieve the siege in the south. If their determination to help had been a little more firm, perhaps their southern line would have been the first to achieve victory.

With this merit, his position in the kingdom would probably rise again, and even his family and tribe would benefit from it.

"We once promised your kingdom that when you need help, and when we have the spare capacity, we would send troops to resist the invaders. Now we are just fulfilling our promise."

Matriarch Penny Lai still had that charming appearance, smiling and saying, while also casting a few flirtatious glances at the dwarf, who was much shorter than her.

"The elves are our common threat. Helping you is also helping ourselves. I hope that this matter can become the cornerstone of our future alliance and cooperation, so that everyone can be of one mind."

Allen also said very seriously.

The damage caused to the elves twice in a row would inevitably cause the Northern Territory and the drow to be resented by the elves. Whether this powerful civilization would target them because of this was something no one could say for sure.

The wilderness was not necessarily reliable, because the loose alliance nature and the long distance meant that Allen did not place too much hope on the alliance. This was also why he had always been committed to uniting the various tribes in the Northern Territory.

But even if Allen gave up some of his clan's interests to move and infect the various tribes, their development still could not reach the rapid pace that Allen had hoped for. After all, each tribe had a rigid vested interest class, and most of the interests that Allen gave up actually went into their hands. Very little of the resources could really flow to the bottom, so development would naturally not be too fast.

That was why Allen wanted to use the Ring of Thorns organization to re-cultivate a group of vested interest holders and support them in fighting for benefits in their respective tribes, forming a catfish effect to accelerate the growth and strengthening of the various tribes.

Then there were the drow and the dwarves, these two foreign forces. As the saying goes, the enemy of an enemy is a friend. Faced with the terrible enemy of the elves, these two remaining forces were indispensable for maintaining the peaceful status quo in the Northern Territory.

The drow themselves had already been accepted by the alliance. Now, thanks to the invasion of the elves, the Sno Mi and Raven's Claw tribes had given up their stubborn obsession with their clans. As long as they didn't actively cause trouble in the future, everyone would probably be able to live in peace.

However, from a realistic point of view, the dwarven kingdom was the biggest helper in dealing with the elves. This was an undeniable fact. Even in the eyes of the members of the Ring of Thorns organization, the Hociaz Drow Federation, which was very powerful, was just a newborn child in front of the dwarven kingdom.

In the past, the alliance did not pay attention to the Northern Territory, and it was also relatively indifferent to the dwarven kingdom. However, as Allen, the leader, appeared in the Northern Territory, Allen would not ignore the relationship with the dwarven kingdom for the sake of the tribe's interests.

"That's for sure!!"

Dwarven General Firebeard nodded repeatedly, expressing his agreement with Allen's words.