Green Monster Epic

The sacrificial ritual quickly concluded. The thousands of elves offered as sacrifices now lay lifeless in this nameless forest. Presumably, for many years to come, the land here would be exceptionally fertile, just enough to restore the vegetation destroyed by the elves.

The elves' blood transformed into an increasingly dense blood mist above the sky. As the Drow offered their devout prayers and danced, a faint yet alluring divine sense rippled through their hearts, making their mouths dry and their bodies react instinctively.

Boom!

Just as the last syllable of the Drow's prayer faded, the blood mist suddenly erupted into a shockwave, rapidly spreading outwards, enveloping all living creatures in the forest, and then transforming into fine rain that fell upon them.

Buzz!

The magical aura of divine術 emerged from the blood rain, giving rise to a powerful blessing effect within the bodies of the Drow and the wilderness warriors.

"Roar!"

Powerful energy surged through the warriors' bodies. Some couldn't help but roar to the sky, excited to control this inexplicable and powerful force.

In front of Allen, however, the blood mist transformed into a stunningly beautiful and enchanting face, gazing at him with charm and affection. Although its semi-transparent pupils were not real, Allen could sense a strong curiosity and concern within them.

The blood-colored face floated towards Allen. Instinctively disliking the gaze in those eyes, Allen suddenly erupted with raging flames that enveloped his body, trying to protect himself and block the blood-colored face from approaching.

But the flames seemed to be nonexistent in front of this face. The enchanting face, giggling like a nightmare, passed through the flames and stopped before Allen. Fragrant lips gently touched Allen's lips, and a sweet scent immediately assaulted Allen's mind.

"Giggle!"

"What a magnificent body!"

"I really want to be intimate with you."

"Keep it up, little guy. I look forward to meeting you in..."

A charming divine thought echoed in Allen's mind, causing his face to turn icy. He loathed the act of any being intruding into his consciousness so arbitrarily.

Of course, Allen had no choice but to accept such rude behavior, because the existence capable of such bizarre methods was beyond what the current Hobgoblin could provoke.

With that kiss from the blood-colored face, his body immediately felt empowered by a powerful divine术. The blessing that this divine术 brought to Allen even surpassed the enhancement of his own Fury skill, demonstrating that the divine術 that Matron Penile and the others had exchanged for thousands of elven lives was indeed worth it.

The Matrons seemed to be still immersed in the previous sacrificial ritual, their expressions varied. Some frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied, while others showed joy, as if they had found money.

However, their dazed state only lasted a few minutes. Soon, they recovered, using magic to cleanse the filth from their bodies while putting on charming smiles again.

"This divine术 blessing effect can last for three days, and ordinary dispelling magic cannot eliminate it. It's enough for us to wage a major battle!"

Penile no longer glanced at the elven corpses that had turned into dried husks under her feet, and explained the gains of their ritual to Allen indifferently.

Their sacrificial ritual had indeed received a response from the Spider Queen, and it had indeed pleased her. However, Penile had not been able to obtain any feedback from pleasing the Spider Queen. Clearly, what they had offered was not enough for Penile to regain the Spider Queen's attention and favor.

When all the troops were assembled, the scouts sent out by Allen and the others also brought back first-hand intelligence from the front lines.

".The elves launched a fierce offensive against Nasir Fortress for three days, with a troop deployment of over 200,000."

".Half a day ago, they deployed War Treants. Judging from their offensive, they should have launched a general offensive."

".The walls of Nasir Fortress are still strong, but..."

Frowning, Allen carefully listened to the latest intelligence collected by the scout captain at great risk deep in the front lines, gazing at the ground full of rotten branches and weeds, his mind filled with thoughts.

"Launching an attack now isn't bad, but I still suggest waiting a little longer!"

After listening to the scout captain's report, Matron Penile and the others also had their minds racing, and proposed.

"We can't wait any longer. Now is the right time to strike!"

Jerlang, the commander of the Thorns Ring organization, disagreed and retorted in a deep voice.

Although their tribe was not on the front line, as close allies, Jerlang and the others were at least on the same side in this matter. Moreover, the longer the time dragged on, the greater the support and participation of their tribe would be. Their tribe, which had already invested a lot, could not withstand such frequent investments!

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Kou'er, Tryst and the others turned their eyes to Allen, waiting for his answer.

"I believe in Tim and Bobier. Let's wait one more night. We will attack after tonight!"

There was still a force behind the elven army that had not been mobilized. Obviously, they had not used their full strength when attacking the city. Since they had given up the gains of attacking Thornsburg, they could no longer let this elven army that had penetrated deep into the territory escape.

In Allen's heart, he had already sentenced this elven army to death. However, allowing Nasir Fortress to consume more of their strength would be of great help to the main force's counterattack.

In any case, Nasir Fortress's excellent defense and the overall strength of the two tribes in the city were there. It was impossible for them to not withstand the enemy's attack for a few days. Anyway, Allen had a lot of confidence in them.

However, beyond this consideration, Allen had deeper plans that he could not reveal to others.

Now, because of the council seat mechanism, the three tribes' relationship was gradually becoming harmonious, and there were signs of them merging into one. However, there was an insurmountable obstacle in front of the three tribes, that was the iron law of strong reproductive isolation between the Goblin race and other races.

Although it was difficult for Trolls and Gnolls to combine and reproduce, it was not impossible for them to succeed. However, it was impossible for Goblins to give birth to the next generation, no matter which side they combined with.

This also meant that behind the seemingly harmonious folk life, there was actually a clear dividing line. Basically, no Trolls or Gnolls would associate with Goblins. The so-called racial integration would easily be broken after the policy guidance was lost in the future.

This was an irreversible reality. In this cruel wilderness world, no one was trustworthy except for one's own bloodline descendants and relatives.

Even one's own relatives could betray and betray themselves at any time, so how could outsiders without blood ties be wholeheartedly loyal to each other?

Allen had long noticed all of this, and he was also thinking about the future development direction of the three tribes, such as how to take the three tribes a step further on the existing basis...

The wilderness emphasized the principle of the strong being respected and the weak being preyed upon, which had long been deeply ingrained in the blood of the natives. Under the premise that the blood barrier could not be broken, if one wanted the Green Field Goblins to sit firmly in the position of the leader of the three tribes, then the simplest way was naturally to maintain a stronger foundation of strength for the Green Field tribe.

The Green Field Tribe's rate of development was what Allen was most proud of. The other two tribes' development, limited by the city's congestion and the greed of their own nobles, was at least slower compared to the Green Field Tribe.

With this disparity, the Green Field Tribe indeed had more say in the three-tribe mechanism, and in practical interactions, the Green Field side often took the initiative.

However, the more this was the case, the more it aroused the jealousy and vigilance of the vested interests of the other two tribes. In recent years, power struggles within the organizations under the three-tribe council had become the norm, and friction between the leaders had become increasingly frequent, all of which were signs of escalating conflicts among the middle levels of the three tribes.

Although Allen had long ceased to inquire about the daily decisions and actions of the tribal leaders, his believers were spread throughout all levels of the Green Field Tribe, and even Nasir Fortress had his devout followers.

Regardless of Allen's subjective intentions, he actually had a deeper understanding of the tribe's movements than when he previously paid attention to the tribe.

This was because he had countless eyes and ears that could report minor issues to him through prayer at any time, informing him of changes and events that were very important in the eyes of the believers. At the same time, he also had a tireless, emotionless divine consciousness that tirelessly processed and collected this information and fed it back to Allen's main consciousness. Now, Allen vaguely had the beginnings of omniscience.

Now that the contradictions among the middle levels of the three tribes were prominent and known to him, Allen's personality naturally led him to find a way to resolve them, rather than sit idly by and let them continue to accumulate and eventually cause greater turmoil.

The current invasion of the elven army was a suitable opportunity to help Allen solve the problems existing within the three tribes.

Why would the middle levels of the other two tribes at this time resist the court council mechanism, which had long been accepted and accustomed to by the grassroots of the three tribes?

The reason was actually very simple: the existing rights and interests of the middle levels of their two tribes were no longer sufficient to support an increasingly large class.

The Green Field Tribe still had the vast Green Field Plains to develop, and various satellite villages were also booming, accommodating capable and ambitious new aristocratic talents. For a long time, there was no need to worry about the placement of talents and the distribution of benefits.

However, in Nasir Fortress, jointly governed by the two tribes, the territory was small, the development space was limited and singular. As the population of their two tribes grew and expanded, problems of interest struggles between the old and new classes would naturally arise, and the struggles would spill over into the three tribes.

To outsiders, dealing with this kind of problem seemed very difficult, but in Allen's view, it was not difficult at all. Since the root of the power struggle lay in the solidification of classes, wouldn't it be a win-win situation to eliminate a batch of old and useless classes and take the opportunity to support a new group of nobles who were more supportive of the three-tribe council and tribal integration?

What could be faster and more effective in eliminating a large number of old people and allowing new people to emerge than a cruel war?

In order to protect their own cities and interests, even if the middle and high-level leaders of the trolls and gnolls cherished their lives, they would only muster the courage to stand up and fight the enemies who had come to their door at this time.

At this time, every second of fighting in the Nasir Fortress defense battle would naturally result in the death of several or dozens of soldiers. Their sacrifice would create a new position after the war, and provide more resources for survival after reconstruction.

Even if there were actually a considerable number of Green Field Tribe lads among them, Allen would not have the slightest weakness or pity.

The Green Field Tribe now had a large population, and the natural reproduction scale every year was also considerable. There was no longer a need to carefully calculate every casualty and be heartbroken.

In contrast, the other two tribes, although they also had development now, the combined population of the two tribes was not even as large as the total population of the Green Field Tribe.

Even if the three tribes had a similar proportion of casualties in this war, if the tribal strength was weighed, the Green Field Tribe would be even stronger!

All kinds of calculations swirled in Allen's mind. His face was heavy and firm, but he did not reveal the slightest anomaly. After making this decision in a deep voice, the other members of the Thorns Ring were somewhat surprised, but they silently accepted his decision.

A night passed quickly. As orders were transmitted to various departments, in addition to the tens of thousands of drow troops at the head, the remaining nearly 200,000 allied forces were roughly concealed by the entire spellcaster team's hazy spells and mists.

The next scene was the elven commander mistakenly believing that the army rushing to support Nasir Fortress was a drow army from Bonn City, and finally personally leading the central army to intercept it in a big way.

In a series of collisions, the two cavalry legions in front splashed a wave of blood. In order to free up enough space for the cavalry, the infantry following up on both sides also bypassed the cavalry battlefield and opened up another venue.

Allen took the lead and charged into the enemy army. Certain that the enemy's strongmen were fighting Bobby and the others under the city, and that there were insufficient strongmen in the rear, he immediately stirred up a storm in the elven army.

The divine magic originating from the drow sacrificial ceremony, combined with the triggering blessing of the Self-Rage skill and the Dragon Power special effect, allowed the hobgoblin to approach the saint level in strength even without entering the divine power state.

The condensed mental power filaments spread out, combined with his own aura. The strong enemy who encountered Allen head-on would first have to withstand tremendous pressure in the spiritual aspect, and could not exert even eight-tenths of their strength.

When Allen himself swung his sword, the obstruction given by the space seemed to disappear as the mental power merged into the surrounding environment, making the movements more silky and swift.

Clang!

The elven legendary commander in front of him held a pair of swords and stubbornly resisted Allen's heavy chop. The whole person turned into a cannonball and was smashed away. The thousands of elven elites behind him also faltered. The elves fighting the wilderness and drow warriors in the front revealed flaws because of this. Their opponents took advantage of the situation and left injuries on them, some deep, some shallow, some heavy, some light.

Before the opponent could regroup, Allen dragged his heavy sword and pounced again. Elven warriors tried to intercept him along the way, but the hobgoblin ignored them and crashed into them head-on, instantly smashing the opponent's bones and flying them backwards, while Allen's own movements did not have the slightest hindrance.

Step!

His right foot had just landed two meters in front of the elven commander when the blade of the Bone Cleaver sweeping across happened to slash towards the front of the opponent. Several phantoms dodged in all directions, but Allen remained motionless, only a golden light flashed on the blade, and a ray of light bloomed from it.

Puff!

"Hmph!"

The elven commander Jeremy retreated while dancing the swords in his hands into a colorful cluster, trying to use the dense sword edges to collide and unload the violent power in front of him.

However, the heavy sword move that bloomed with a pure ray of light stabbed forward in a simple and unadorned manner. No matter how colorful the sword move was, it was only in vain in front of it.

The elven commander Jeremy heard several crisp sounds of broken bones coming from his arms. At the same time, a blood hole appeared directly in his left chest. The violent force carried this slender body and smashed it into the elven army.