Green Monster Epic

“Shield Warriors, get ready!!”

“Charge!!”

With a roar from a Troll battalion commander, a team of wilderness warriors wielding shields of various sizes strode forward, charging with resolute determination towards the Elven warriors who had just emerged over the city walls, crashing into their ranks with both men and shields.

Although the warriors of the three races were brave, they lacked experience in organized warfare. Although the elites of the three-race alliance had been broken up and incorporated into temporary legions, serving as the backbone and leaders to guide these warriors in their desperate battles, whenever Elven warriors scaled the city walls, they always paid a heavier price to repel them.

In just two or three days of siege warfare, the soldiers of the three races had suffered over fifty thousand casualties, and their morale gradually declined as the mountains of corpses piled up beneath the city walls.

Bobbyr, Tim, and the others had no time to worry about the situation of the soldiers on the city walls. They themselves were under even greater pressure. Just over ten wilderness powerhouses had to hold back more than twice their number of Elven powerhouses from destroying the city. A moment of carelessness could plunge them into a life-or-death crisis, and they had to be on high alert at all times.

Even Eric, the most effective legendary unbeliever, had to jump down from the city walls and fight alongside Ted and the others, maintaining the power of his domain while trying to resist an Elven Sword Dancer at the peak of the legendary high rank, as well as an Elven assassin hidden somewhere.

Fortunately, the existence of the anti-air domain meant that Elven powerhouses could only unleash their combat power by attacking the majestic city on foot, just like ordinary warriors. The wilderness powerhouses who intercepted them naturally jumped down from the city walls and engaged in fierce battles with them beneath the walls of Nasir Fortress.

Ordinary warriors dared not approach the battleground of powerhouses, otherwise they would inevitably be affected, which forced the attacking Elven army to bypass the seven or eight-mile range where the powerhouses were fighting most fiercely.

Although Nasir Fortress was wide, it was only a dozen or twenty miles wide. The battle between the powerhouses occupied a small half of it, and the space left for the Elven forces to attack the city was naturally compressed.

By the same token, the wilderness warriors on the city could also reduce the sections of the city they defended and deploy more troops to other sections, which indirectly reduced the difficulty of defending the city.

Boom! Boom!

The real main force of the Elven siege finally moved out. After the great fire outside the city, which had been extinguished three days ago, the War Treants did not launch an offensive directly as Svara and the others had expected. Instead, they continued to hide in the rear, projecting all the seeds they had accumulated over countless years, inflicting heavy blows and damage on the city walls.

After projecting their seeds, the Treants finally began to pull up their roots that had been plunged into the ground, carrying a large number of Elven warriors and charging towards Nasir Fortress.

The pace of the Treants seemed slow, but their twenty-meter-high bodies took steps of a dozen or twenty meters. Even if the pace was slow, it couldn't stand the size of its steps. A distance of a thousand meters was only a few hundred steps.

Boom!!

The Elves on the Treants clung tightly to the vines growing from the branches of the Treants, which stabilized them during the huge impact of the Treants against the solid city walls, preventing them from falling. As the Treants stretched out their arms, turning them into a large net woven from vines, the Elven warriors who had just stabilized themselves climbed up without hesitation.

“Oil! Get the oil!!”

A Goblin chieftain poked his head out and saw this scene outside the wall, and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs. At the same time, he himself jumped back from the parapet and ran towards the area behind the city walls where supplies were stored with his short legs.

By the time he returned panting, carrying a wooden barrel the size of his body, hundreds of Elven warriors had already climbed onto the edge of the city wall, leaning against the parapet to build a defensive line and fighting with the wilderness warriors.

An Elven warrior skillfully climbed the vines of the War Treant and quickly stood on the crenellation between the parapets. When the Dwarf warrior holding the oil barrel saw this scene, he gritted his steel teeth and suddenly accelerated, crashing directly into the Elven warrior with both man and barrel.

The Elven soldier hadn't even stood firm yet, and everything in front of him was black. Before he could even react, he was hit by a huge force. While tumbling in the air, he finally saw the victim who had knocked him away, and immediately threw the two thin swords in his hand as hidden weapons, throwing them with all his strength at the Dwarf who was also helplessly flying in the sky.

Puff! Puff!

The Dwarf warrior turned his back and blocked the two thin swords with his body. At the same time, taking advantage of the brief delay caused by the impact of the sharp weapons entering his body, he slammed the oil barrel in his hand hard against the huge trunk of the gradually wooden War Treant.

Whoosh!!

Many wilderness warriors on the city walls also threw down oil, and at the same time shot out rockets and magic, igniting the oil. The raging flames rose on the trunk of the Treant, and the constantly shrinking and expanding tongues of fire also ignited many Elven warriors who were climbing with the help of the Treant.

The distant chanting of spells wafted over, and then a halo flew quickly, and the magic special effect of the vacuum prison instantly covered the space around the Treant, and the flames suddenly stopped. Then a surging water dragon rushed in, washing away all the oil on the trunk of the Treant.

The wilderness spellcasting group above also reacted in time, and dispelling magic and divine spells fell one after another, directly dispelling the magic effect of the vacuum prison, but it was difficult to make the Treant burn again, because the igniter of the Treant's trunk had been washed away.

The wilderness warriors were not discouraged, and went to find oil again, and continued to launch counterattacks against the edge of the city wall one after another, using the blood and lives of countless warriors as the price to disperse the Elven ranks on the city wall and re-ignite the Treants under the city wall.

The brave soldiers of both sides turned the edge of the city wall into a meat grinder. Sometimes the wilderness warriors launched a fierce offensive, smashing the Elven army that had climbed up and formed a formation, and sometimes the fresh troops climbing up from under the city joined the ranks of their companions, launching a fierce counterattack.

The sound of the battering ram hitting the city wall below was deafening. Although the solid city wall stood tall, under the long-term impact, cracks inevitably appeared and continued to spread around.

The fierce war lasted for two days and two nights. The soldiers of both sides didn't even have time to count how many comrades had fallen. The only thing they could see at the moment was each other's figures directly in front of them.

After passing through the initial tension and panic of the siege, the Troll and Gnoll warriors were now more calm. Although the teams fighting on the city had been replaced countless times, and most of the warriors had no chance to leave the city wall, it was rare that these warriors who continued to fill the meat grinder did not show large-scale routs or war-avoidance emotions.

Because they knew very well that if they could not stop the enemy in front of them outside the city, their relatives hiding in the solid houses behind them would fall into a desperate hell.

Even though over the years, these bottom-level warrior families have suffered from the oppression and exploitation of the tribal nobles, at least they can still live peacefully in this land and enjoy the joy of human relations, which are the most precious things among the wilderness natives.

As for why the elven soldiers persisted, it stemmed from the pride and honor instilled in them from a young age regarding the elves' glorious and splendid past, preventing them from tarnishing their proud lineage with cowardice and incompetence.

Their previous defeat had already brought shame upon them and their families, and returning would inevitably make them targets of ridicule by their former comrades. Now that they finally had the chance to cleanse their humiliation through the trials of blood and fire, how could they possibly retreat?

Compared to the simple survival instincts of the wilderness natives, the cohesion formed by the elven army's sense of honor and loyalty to the kingdom was more advanced and reliable, and it was also the kind of power Allen had been trying to cultivate within the Greenwild tribe. However, in certain situations, the power brought about by the wilderness natives' simple emotions could be even greater.

At least, for the two exhausted and heavily wounded chieftains, Bobiel and Tim, they already felt very gratified.

In such a fierce battle, there had been no large-scale desertions or collapses. The warriors in the tribe, who had previously seemed unreliable, were still charging forward to kill the powerful elven army, refusing to yield an inch. This was extremely rare in the wars they had experienced or witnessed in the past.

Their lifelong efforts and the immense time and energy they had invested in the tribe had not been in vain. Even now, their arduous struggle, dancing on the edge of death, was something they were willing to endure.

The gnoll legendary priest, Cole, was also rarely going all out. As the surrounding environment became increasingly bloody and terrifying, his expression became more and more frantic and excited, mixed with a hint of resentment and hatred.

For many years, he had been like a nobody in the Raven's Claw tribe, with little sense of existence. It was not until the death of the previous chieftain, Maggot Eye, that he regained a certain voice with the secret support of the Greenwild tribe.

He had finally managed to herd a batch of qualified and devout lambs for the great Gnoll King, and had pleased the god he served, but unexpectedly, in today's war, most of the lambs he had herded were slaughtered by the enemy before him.

The gods Cole and others served loved the scent of blood and death, and were more willing to see their believers fight for the continuation of their race, thus proving their martial prowess and loyalty to the race.

Therefore, in this battle with the elves, the followers of the Gnoll King were the most actively involved. Even though Cole had repeatedly urged these guys to be calm and rational before the war, when they smelled the ubiquitous scent of blood and death, a light of madness filled their brains.

When Cole finally managed to spare some energy from the legendary powerhouses' battle to look back at the believers in the city, all that met his eyes were corpses and a handful of lucky survivors.

Of course, these surviving gnoll believers did not gain nothing, because their actions pleased the Gnoll King. Many people directly received divine grace on the battlefield, gaining an increase in rank and the bestowal of divine spells.

The loss of believers who had been painstakingly preached to and herded, and the survivors receiving blessings for pleasing the gods, eventually caused Cole to gradually lose his reason and patience, and his mad nature began to take over his consciousness.

Whoosh!

The blood-red sacrificial fire, in Cole's roaring prayer, turned into raindrops falling from the sky. Although the huge dragon avatar in front of him tried its best to wave its wings, stirring up fierce winds, endless sacrificial flames still directly adhered to its scales, directly scorching its soul.

"Roar!"

The dragon's huge body, at this time, became a burden. As the opponent's body was shrouded in a green halo, the elven druid, who had transformed back into a shadow panther, opened its mouth and spat out a shadow arrow towards Cole. At the same time, its figure suddenly disappeared and emerged from the shadows beneath Cole's feet, biting towards his lower abdomen.

"Jie jie!"

Cole let out a terrifying, abusive laugh. A divine spell of evil light turned into a blade, directly splitting towards the shadow panther beneath his feet.

Pa!

A whip shadow lashed out from the side, and Cole's body was whipped away. The shadow panther shook its meritorious long tail, and a panther paw with sharp claws scattered the divine spell of evil light above its head with a slap.

"...Eternal and almighty Lord Yeenoghu, your humble shepherd is willing to offer his soul to please you!"

Blood foam seeped from Cole's mouth, who had been whipped away, but his eyes were even more excited and frantic. As he floated in mid-air, he already recited the prayer devoutly. Then, a magnificent and evil aura instantly appeared in the battlefield above the sky.

Eric, the unbeliever not far away, sensed this powerful aura and almost subconsciously wanted to unleash another domain power of his own. However, after glimpsing the source of the aura as his own companion in the corner of his eye, he stopped the urge to unleash the expulsion domain and refocused his energy on the elven sword dancer in front of him.

The other powerhouses fighting in the field also felt the appearance of this aura almost at the same time, and everyone's faces changed. Even the gnoll chieftain Bobiel, who had always been at odds with Cole, could not help but nervously shout, "Cole, you're crazy!"

Cole was indeed crazy. In order to please the god he served, he actually voluntarily sacrificed his body and soul to become a vessel for the Gnoll King to descend upon the Feywild world.

If this descent failed to win Yeenoghu's favor, then Cole would most likely have his soul and life reaped by Yeenoghu after the descent ended, and would fall from grace from then on.

But how easy is it to please this brutal and capricious god? The vast majority of gnoll priests who use themselves as the price to cast divine descent ultimately end up in annihilation without exception.

But who could have known that what Cole was doing now was actually forced upon him. It was not that he really had too much attachment to the tribe or the race. It was just that his own life had come to an end. If his strength did not improve, then what awaited him was nothing more than returning to the divine kingdom in a few years.

Since that was the case, then why not take advantage of the great opportunity now and gamble once more? If he could really please Yeenoghu and receive his divine grace, allowing him to advance another rank to reach the legendary high rank, then he would have at least another hundred years of life.

"Jie jie!"

"The scent of blood and death, my beloved!"

Several elves joined forces to attack the gnoll priest's body that was about to be torn apart, but at the last moment, the gnoll's scarlet eyes turned into a pure amber color, and a majestic and brutal voice spewed out from his mouth.

Dong!

The gnoll's spiked mace suddenly swung out, and several warhammer phantoms collided with the attacks of the elven powerhouses one by one.

Boom boom!

The powerful shock wave quickly spread outward, along with the figures of the several elven powerhouses who were blown away.