Green Monster Epic

The bloody battlefield was King Yeenoghu's domain. Corpses, infected by the power of darkness, transformed into waves of explosions. Countless elven warriors were annihilated in these corpse explosions, becoming nourishment for Yeenoghu's next divine spell.

The skeletal remains left after the corpse explosions were also granted life. Skeletons slowly crawled up. Although weak, they still created considerable trouble for the besieging elven army, like ants gnawing at an elephant.

The wildland strongmen, initially at a disadvantage, finally caught their breath with Yeenoghu's appearance. More elven strongmen targeted the more threatening physical form of Core, allowing the wildland strongmen to relax, rest, and heal their injuries.

It was rare for Yeenoghu to appear in the Feywild, and the host bearing His consciousness was a mid-level legendary priest. Both physical and mental strength gave Yeenoghu a large stage to perform, unlike other priests who, after praying for divine descent, found most of His divine power unusable.

The spiked morningstar in His hand was infused with His divine power, possessing some of the characteristics of the artifact Flail of Ages. His attacks contained five primal energies—ice, fire, lightning, and more—making it painful for any elven strongman to face Him.

Alicia was completely focused. The arrows on her semi-divine longbow were no longer energy arrows but rare arrowheads like magic-piercing arrows and exploding arrows taken from her dimensional bag. Combined with the semi-divine power of nature and her own battle aura, each arrow was exceptionally tricky and incredibly powerful.

Fortunately, her ranged attacks kept the elven strongmen in control of the situation despite the descent of Yeenoghu's divine will.

Although the elven army was affected by the corpse explosions, withering mist, and undead skeletons created by Yeenoghu's dark magic, their military discipline was evident. The purification, dispelling, and banishment spells and magic from the spellcaster legion behind them never ceased, and their siege operations were not significantly affected.

Battering rams and dragons conjured by elves continued to pound the cracked city walls. The once-imposing city gates were dilapidated but barely stood, blocked by trolls and gnolls inside, who had no intention of opening them before the war ended.

On the siege ladders, countless elven warriors bravely climbed the charred, rain-soaked branches of ancient war trees. Occasionally, elves and wildland warriors fell from the walls, disappearing into the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Tension also filled the interior of Nasir Fortress. Many trolls, gnolls, and goblins hurried back and forth, carrying and pushing heavy supplies to the front lines.

Women, children, and the elderly without combat power were not idle either. They did what they could, digging through collapsed buildings to rescue buried compatriots, carrying basins of water to clean wounds for warriors retreating from the front lines, and bandaging and comforting disheartened heroes.

Although the city gates at the passage through the southern canyon were wide open, few dared to flee. More often, supplies and personnel from the Thorns Ring entered and exited.

Recently, tens of thousands of warriors from the Green Field goblin and dark elf tribes had arrived and joined the trolls and gnolls on the city walls. Small teams of Uruk kobolds and lizardmen from the Aman Sahho and Argang tribes also reported, their faces filled with shared hatred and emotions.

This was perhaps the most united the northern tribes had ever been. At least for now, the warriors and tribesmen of the three races fought for the same goal without any barriers, treating each other as compatriots and relatives.

However, reality was cruel. Although the hearts of hundreds of thousands of tribesmen were united, the defending soldiers showed increasing signs of weakness against the elven attacks.

Despite the geographical defenses and numerical advantage of the three tribes, more people did not necessarily mean more combat power. Faced with the brave and disciplined elven warriors, the number of wildland tribesmen among the corpses piled high on the city walls grew.

"At the current rate of siege, we will gain a foothold on the city walls in three days at most!"

"Can't we be faster? I'm worried the wildlands have other tricks up their sleeves. Then we'll be in trouble!"

"What are you worried about! Think about how far it is from here to the dwarf kingdom. Maybe the legendary strongmen who can fly can return after receiving the news, but their main force definitely won't have that chance!"

"Don't forget, there is a drow city a few hundred miles away. Although their main force has gone north, the hundreds of thousands of drow and their vassals still have considerable strength."

"I'm afraid General Jeremy is waiting for them to come and reinforce us!"

In front of the elven camp, three or four elven commanders who had not yet entered the battle stood side by side with Deputy Commander Jeremy, gazing at the fierce battlefield in the distance, chatting idly.

The siege warfare had already shown its signs, and the victory was tilting towards the elves. Next, breaking through and occupying this majestic city was only a matter of time.

Even with victory assured, the elves still had reserves. Not only had surveillance of the surrounding area not stopped, but the latest intelligence arrived every day, such as the actions of the drow in Boon City and reinforcements from the distant Uruk and lizardmen tribes in the south.

Nearly 300,000 troops were committed to the front, while 20,000 elite cavalry and 20,000 light infantry legions remained unmoved in the central army, serving as a stabilizing force against any variables.

As the rough-looking commander next to him said, Jeremy even hoped that Boon City would send troops to reinforce Nasir Fortress so that he could take the opportunity to encircle and strike reinforcements, further weakening the drow's power and creating an opportunity to return north and attack Boon City.

Although this elven army had already lost nearly one-third of its soldiers in the fierce siege, and cleaning up the remaining resistance after breaking through Nasir Fortress would likely require more sacrifices, Jeremy was still confident that he would have the strength to threaten Boon City after occupying Nasir Fortress.

Jeremy had great ambitions. Since they had chosen the riskiest path, he had not considered the consequences of failure but rather how to expand the military achievements gained in the upcoming battles.

Rather than returning to the kingdom with a crime and being assigned to a cold department to eat ashes for the rest of his life, Jeremy, who was in his prime and had been favored and promoted by Countess Alicia, still wanted to take the opportunity to go further.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Just as the elven commanders were imagining a bright future, a subtle tremor rippled through the deep earth, immediately attracting the attention of the powerful figures present.

Whoosh!

Jeremy was the first to fly into the sky, the bright daylight revealing a panoramic view of the earth. In the distant northern horizon, a yellow dragon rose like a beacon of smoke.

"Hahaha, finally couldn't hold back?"

Jeremy's lips curled up as he muttered to himself.

"Pass down my order! Cavalry Corps, prepare for battle!"

"Heavy Infantry Corps, prepare for battle!!"

At this time, the only army that could possibly attack from the north was the Drow from Bonn City. Jeremy really couldn't think of any other possibility.

According to the intelligence gathered by the elves regarding the Drow, with the main Drow force heading north to fight, the most they could mobilize from Bonn City, besides the troops garrisoning the city, was 50,000 soldiers.

He happened to have 40,000 elite troops waiting for their arrival, enough to devour this vital force of the Drow.

As for the main force of the Drow and wilderness army heading north, unless they turned back as soon as his army marched from Thunder Town, it was impossible for them to return in just over ten days.

The last time he received intelligence from War Hammer, it clearly recorded that the enemy's main force was still launching tentative siege warfare outside the War Hammer Fortress, and this intelligence arrived just as his side reached Nasir Fortress.

Therefore, unless the enemy's army could fly over like legends, it was absolutely impossible for them to appear in front of his army at this time.

Jeremy, feeling that he had calculated everything, felt no panic or worry in the face of the enemy army suddenly attacking from the north. Instead, he was more excited that his plan had succeeded.

The other three commanders who flew into the sky with him also had a glint in their eyes. As soon as his order left his mouth, they had already rushed back to the ground, returning to their respective units and shouting loudly.

"Attack!!"

Woo woo~~

The melodious sound of the horn blew the signal for the charge. The elven heavy cavalry, riding unicorns, gently squeezed their mounts' flanks. Squads of cavalry warriors slowly began to accelerate, lances raised diagonally, and galloped towards the direction where the yellow smoke rose.

Close behind them, the 20,000-strong light infantry corps, composed of Sword Dancers and Rangers, were only one step behind, quickly advancing in the footsteps of the cavalry corps.

Although they were gradually left behind by the cavalry, both Sword Dancers and Rangers were troop types known for their speed, so even if they were slow, they wouldn't be too slow.

Above the sky, squadrons of griffon-riding knights flew out first, only to be intercepted by the manticore knights from the Drow army. The two sides immediately engaged in a dangerous aerial battle in the sky.

Thump! Thump!

Unexpectedly, the vanguard of the Drow side was also cavalry. Although the Drow cavalry, composed of underground creatures such as Shadow Panthers and Komodo Giant Lizards, looked a bit chaotic, their combat power was not weaker than the elven cavalry, which was entirely composed of unicorn mounts.

The two cavalry forces directly collided head-on on the undulating desert. Countless mounts neighed, the sound of metal clashing rose and fell, followed by lifeless corpses falling from their mounts, turning into puddles of flesh under the flying iron hooves.

The two cavalry forces crossed paths, leaving behind a ground of wreckage and dying mounts whimpering. As they re-established distance, drawing an arc again in the distance, and accelerated once more to charge at each other, a new round of collision was brewing.

Rolling dust and smoke soared into the sky, obscuring most of the sky, and also blocking the reinforcements behind them from each other.

It wasn't until the belated infantry phalanxes of both sides arrived at the front and reorganized that the elves suddenly realized that the Drow army opposite them seemed to be different from what they had imagined.

"How can there be ogres?"

"Why are there also goblin combat branches?"

"The scale of the Drow legion seems to be somewhat large?"

Woo woo~~

However, the wilderness warriors in front, not paying full attention to formation, did not stop their pace and continued to charge forward with their heads down. Before they even approached the elven legion's formation, a rain of arrows and javelins had already fallen like raindrops towards the elven army formation.

"Defense!!"

"Die!!!!"

The wilderness warrior charging at the front let out a deafening roar, and at the same time, a heavy dark golden giant sword suddenly appeared in his hand. A horizontal slash was already unleashed, and a surging and condensed energy blade quickly flew towards the elven army in front.

"Damn it! It's the wilderness's Bear Goblin Demigod!!"

An elven knight commander sitting in the midst of the elven light infantry corps was filled with shock. He shouted sharply, trying to attract the attention of his colleagues. At the same time, his figure quickly lunged forward, and the power of his domain directly covered his ten-thousand-strong legion. The slender two-handed greatsword also swung out, mobilizing the power of the entire legion to contend with the terrifying attack in front.

Boom!!

The entire ten-thousand-strong legion, from top to bottom, seemed to have been struck by a heavy hammer. Many warriors couldn't help but sway. The leading elven commander even retreated more than ten meters, stopping only when he crashed into his subordinates behind him.

At the same time, Jeremy and the other legendary commanders, alarmed by the sudden burst of power, all turned their heads, and their expressions changed drastically as they reacted.

Especially Jeremy, the elven deputy commander who was in charge of the entire army's actions and plans, couldn't accept the reality before him. Why had the wilderness army, which should have been in the northern dwarf kingdom, returned in time?

What made him even more fearful and terrified was that if even the wilderness army had returned, then had the Drow main force also returned with them?

If things really developed as he feared, then their elven army, which had ventured deep, would probably be in a desperate situation with only a slim chance of survival.

But reality was so cruel. The very thing the elven commander feared would happen, actually happened.

Just as the wilderness warriors rushed out of the dust and waves, more silent, running figures with black skin, pointed ears, and high-set faces, maintaining the formations of huge phalanxes, continuously emerged from the sky full of yellow earth.

"Kill!!"

The roar that shook the sky was like thunder. More than twenty wilderness and Drow powerhouses finally stopped concealing their aura, and like fierce tigers descending the mountain, they followed closely behind Allen the Bear Goblin's figure, plunging into the center of the elven forty-thousand-strong army, stirring up a storm that grew stronger and stronger.

"It's over! Everything is over!!"

Jeremy, the handsome middle-aged elven commander, whose face was previously full of vigor, was now ashen. Having foreseen the tragic end of his army, his eyes were vacant and he kept repeating those few words.