Green Monster Epic

Poof!

Badly wounded, Alicia emerged from a dimensional gate, now a thousand meters away from the battlefield.

Although the sounds of slaughter still echoed through the heavens, the proud elven demigod archer no longer had the courage to continue fighting.

As soon as her figure appeared, the wilderness powerhouses who sensed her presence surrounded her, not intending to let her escape.

Seeing this, the elven demigod uttered a few more magical syllables, and the light on the pair of bracers protecting her wrist flashed.

Her figure disappeared once more, reappearing more than a thousand meters further away from the battlefield.

"Insignificant little bug! You can't escape!!"

Yeenoghu, enraged by the loss of his target, roared and raised his foot, about to instinctively fly into the sky, but suddenly realized that he was being restricted within some mysterious domain.

The source of this domain's power was an ordinary human powerhouse not far away.

The gnoll king, whose mind wasn't particularly bright to begin with, was furious that his prey had escaped.

Seeing the distance between them growing, but unable to pursue in flight, he lashed out in a fit of rage, swinging his spiked mace at the faithless Eric, regardless of the fact that this human was an ally in this battle.

"Hmph!!"

Eric had almost subconsciously activated the Banishment Domain when he sensed the arrival of the divine presence.

After all, his lifelong pursuit was to rid the world of Fayne of all deities.

The other party's divine descent in front of him was a slap in the face, wasn't it?

Fortunately, Eric wasn't rigid and knew that the evil god whose divine will had descended was, at best, a reluctant ally.

Furthermore, Nesser Fortress did indeed need top powerhouses to help stall the enemy's strongmen at the time, so he suppressed his impulse and tolerated the other party's presence.

But who would have thought that he would let the other party go, but the other party would harbor murderous intent towards him?

He would no longer tolerate it and immediately plunged the longsword in his hand into the ground, reciting word by word: "...In accordance with the will of the world of Fayne, any alien creature that does not belong to the world of Fayne, return to the place that belongs to you..."

The power of the Banishment Domain appeared from the place where the sword blade entered the ground and rapidly expanded outwards, quickly enveloping Yeenoghu, who was possessing the gnoll priest, Kael.

"...What is this...?"

The gnoll king, completely unaware of Eric's domain ability, faced this sudden surge of repulsive power.

Although He resisted with all his might, His divine will was still ruthlessly banished back to the world that belonged to Him.

Thud!!

The legendary spiked mace lightly landed in front of Eric.

The other party didn't even move, while the gnoll priest possessed by the god collapsed to the ground, his aura gradually fading.

Alan had already eliminated the elven commander in the remaining legion.

He didn't continue to plunder and kill the remaining two thousand or so elven soldiers but instead turned and headed straight for the elven archer who had been harassing him.

The other party had already begun to retreat, and the surrounding comrades had scattered like birds and beasts, abandoning the elven army that was advancing.

After all, defeat was inevitable.

The wilderness powerhouses had an overwhelming advantage in both strength and numbers.

After losing a small half of their powerful companions, they were afraid that they would have no chance to escape if they didn't flee!

Without the constraints of Eric's anti-air domain, it wasn't easy for the wilderness and drow powerhouses to chase down these elven powerhouses who were focused on escaping.

After a final chase, only two unlucky ghosts who had their speed slowed by dark divine spells were left behind.

Everyone joined forces to surround and kill them, and Alan didn't even get a chance to attack.

These two elven powerhouses were torn to pieces in the sky, their bodies completely destroyed, and they fell headfirst to the ground.

Without sharing the spoils of the two slain elven powerhouses with the group of powerhouses, the hobgoblin's figure turned back and shot away again.

After observing the fierce and cruel battlefield, his figure turned into a shooting star and smashed into the core area of the elves' last main force.

Boom!!

A small mushroom cloud rose, and hundreds of elven warriors were crushed into a pile of minced meat, their bones and muscles broken inch by inch, with no chance of survival.

"Giggle! Chieftain Alan, you are so valiant that we are smitten again!"

Penile and Matron Deborah turned around, flirting with Alan with giggles while not forgetting to use their own means to help deal with the elven army that still had fighting strength below.

Jeremy and the other three legendary commanders were also unable to spare any energy.

They not only had to face the legendary knight commanders of the drow legion but also had to help consolidate the elven front that was leaking on all sides, leaving them with no strength to stop the many powerhouses who were wreaking havoc in the central area of their own forces.

The drow's formation in front of them seemed to stretch on forever.

No matter how the elven army's spearhead charged left and right within it, they were always unable to break through the other side's human wave defense line.

Every second that passed represented the demise of dozens or hundreds of elven warriors, and now, with the addition of powerhouses like Alan and Penile, this phenomenon was accelerating.

"Ha!"

A crisp female voice echoed Alan's sword wind not far away.

Kou'er, who had advanced to the high rank of legend, was a weakened version of Alan, using a Heaven-Opening Sword Technique with her own style, and a group of elven warriors were killed or seriously injured in front of her.

With a cold expression, Kou'er felt nothing for the hellish scene she had created.

Then, with another pounce and sweep, a dozen elves struggled to resist, but they were still inevitably sent flying by this powerful sweep, with the sound of bones cracking non-stop.

Beside her, Drizzt closely followed, his pair of scimitars sometimes like a storm and sometimes like a gentle breeze.

Wherever he passed, elven corpses silently fell to the ground.

Although his killing power wasn't as fierce as his partner Kou'er, his efficiency was comparable.

The drow matrons in the sky harvested their kills with various dark divine spells and weapon attacks, and their effects were no less impressive.

It was just that the number of elves was really large.

Even if this group of powerhouses reaped their lives in swathes, there were still a remnant of thirty to forty thousand when they finally broke out of the encirclement.

"Amas!! If you let this group of elves escape, I don't mind letting you taste the taste of skinning and tendon removal!!"

"Kiefer!! Didn't you guys have breakfast?? Useless fellows!!"

Although everyone had expected that it would be impossible to completely block an army of over a hundred thousand, the matrons couldn't help but reprimand the drow generals leading the troops below when the reality actually happened, putting pressure on them.

The drow army quickly adjusted, leaving a part to continue to suppress and encircle the remnants, while the remaining majority spread out from both wings to pursue.

Alan slaughtered his way through the elven army, not knowing how many elven lives he had stained his hands with, until the scolding of the elven matrons came from above, and his numb and mechanical emotions began to fluctuate again.

Whoosh!

The hobgoblin's figure shot straight into the sky. On the vast land, a remnant force of elves was sprinting north at top speed. The drow soldiers and wilderness warriors behind them repeatedly tore pieces of flesh from the rearguard of their ranks, but the elven legion, sacrificing its tail to survive, showed no hesitation or delay.

Activating Smoke Step at full speed, a dashed line headed straight north. Ahead of Allen, there were eight or nine powerful figures speeding along. The only thought in everyone's mind was: We must leave this entire elven army in the Northern Territory!

Even though Allen himself did not like the act of slaughtering the weak, he was equally clear about how much destructive power these seemingly frail elven warriors actually possessed.

"Open! !"

Surpassing the vanguard of the elven army, Allen arrived in front of them, and then with a roar, he unleashed another sword strike. The wide and solid ground once again stirred with the fall of the heavy sword, setting off bursts of commotion, followed by an artificial great rift, stretching nearly a thousand meters, that cut across the elves' path!

The monotonous and ruthless slaughter lasted for an entire day and night. The invading elven army of over three hundred thousand was completely wiped out on this land. Even nearly half of the elven army's twenty-odd powerful individuals and six or seven legendary commanders were left behind on this land.

Across the dozens of miles of land, there were twisted, bloody corpses everywhere, as well as warriors busily cleaning up the battlefield. Finally freed from his tasks, Allen handed over the matter of handling the spoils of war to Albard and the others, while he himself appeared in a dilapidated Nasir Fortress.

"Are you all right?"

Allen, who could tell the other party's condition with a single glance, still couldn't help but ask Tim, Bobier, and the others with concern.

"Can't die!"

Tim, the troll chieftain, whose expensive equipment had become tattered and who had dozens of large and small wounds all over his body, his aura unstable, looked up and responded with an awkward smile.

"You've worked hard!"

Allen patted Eric's shoulder, feeling somewhat saddened in his heart.

The losses of the three races were far greater than he had anticipated. In particular, the deaths of the gnoll priest Cole and the Green Field commander Svara pained Allen, even making him regret delaying the rescue time.

One had to know how difficult it was to cultivate a legendary powerhouse. Even the powerful Green Field tribe, as it was now, had only four legendary figures in their tribe, not including Eric, this outsider.

Now, because of a war plan, although they had ultimately achieved their goals, Allen felt that even with more spoils of war, it was somewhat not worth it just for the loss of this one, still young, legendary earth hobgoblin.

Looking at the earth hobgoblin's remains, retrieved from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood by the hobgoblin clansmen, Allen's face was cold as he bent down and gently wiped away the dirt on Svara's face.

"I'm sorry, we were held up by several elves at the time, and we couldn't save Commander Svara in time!"

Bobier walked forward with difficulty, a portion of his lower abdomen completely missing, and his internal organs were injured. Fortunately, the life force of a legendary powerhouse was tenacious, and the effects of divine magic and potions allowed him to move cautiously.

The Raven Claw tribe itself also suffered considerable losses. The death of Cole, the legendary priest, had a great impact on the tribe, which meant that one of the basic conditions for the Raven Claw to be a large tribe no longer existed.

The current Raven Claw only had Bobier, this mid-level legendary leader. Although they had been working hard to cultivate the next batch of legendary seeds in recent years, so far no legendary seed had found its own path.

Although this did not mean that the Raven Claw was no longer qualified to be a member of the alliance, if the tribe did not have any newly promoted legends for a long time, then losing its qualification would only be a matter of course.

"It's already very lucky that you were able to survive! Svara's death was his own destiny, and his glory! !"

"To blame, you can only blame him for being inferior in skill and not strong enough! !"

While checking the injuries on Svara's body, Allen comforted the two leaders, but seeing the hobgoblin's cold face, the two leaders also knew that the other party's heart was probably not as relaxed as he said.

"When formulating the plan, everyone already knew the dangers they would encounter. Now that such a situation has occurred, we must all accept it."

"No matter what, this time our wilderness can be considered to have achieved a great victory, and at the same time, it has also lifted the greatest crisis in my Northern Territory."

"Although only temporarily!"

"Alas."

Bobier and Tim had both joy and a bit of desolation on their faces.

After a great battle, in order to withstand the elven army's continuous attacks for several days, the trolls and gnoll warriors who had not undergone much training were almost filling the gaps with their lives, which barely managed to defend the fortress.

But the price paid was equally heavy. Even though they, as the defending side, had the powerful advantage of geographical location and city defenses, nearly two hundred thousand warriors of the three races still lost their lives on the city walls.

Converted to the number of people in the two tribes, it is estimated that seventy to eighty thousand male and female warriors in their prime died or were injured in each tribe, and now the total population of the two tribes in the city is only over six hundred thousand.

This is equivalent to the entire population developed and multiplied by the two tribes over the past century being lost, and this blow cannot be said to be not heavy.

Silently mourning for Svara's death for two minutes in his heart, Allen stood up again, standing shoulder to shoulder with Bobier and the others, stroking the battered city wall in front of him.

"You don't need to be too anxious either. After the alliance reinforcements arrive, I will propose to the organization to give priority to supplementing the losses of your two tribes."

Although Allen secretly hoped that the strength of the two tribes would continue to be so weak, in his actions, he still showed generosity and fairness, and proposed a suitable way to compensate for the losses of the two tribes.

"Yes!"

"Okay!"

The two leaders, who were dissatisfied because the plan had caused huge losses to their tribes, gradually eased their dissatisfaction after hearing what Allen said.

The alliance army that reinforced the Northern Territory certainly included the armies of various member tribes, but more of them were warriors drawn from the vassals of various tribes. For these warriors, it was not easy to maintain their loyalty to their respective tribes. As long as there was enough price, they would naturally abandon the past and integrate into the new tribe.

As for those alliance member officers who commanded the warriors, when they arrived in the Northern Territory, wouldn't it be easy to find suitable excuses to deal with them?

Even if they wanted to save face for other tribes and not hurt their relationship with each other, it would be enough to retain the organizational structure of the other party's native army and arrange fewer dangerous and difficult tasks for them on weekdays.

As for those tribes that already had a bad relationship, what if they swallowed the vassal troops under your command? ?

Anyway, just like on the Centaur Grassland, the elite backbones who had experienced countless battles and finally escaped to ascend to heaven were basically divided up by the Black Meteor Rotbone and Bogard tribes.