Green Monster Epic

Chapter 885: Deterrence

Too many trivial matters prevented Allen from focusing on his seclusion.

Seven powerful figures selected from the Alliance paid a joint visit, and Allen, as the host, had no choice but to show his face and meet them.

But to be honest, Allen felt somewhat dissatisfied with the Alliance's differential treatment.

When reinforcements were initially sent to the Manhorse Plains, the first batch consisted of fifteen or sixteen powerful individuals. Subsequently, another group was sent south. Even with the rotation of experts like Nicol and Shi Lan, the number of powerful figures remaining on the Manhorse Plains still exceeded twenty.

Now that the elves had already breached a city in the Northern Territory, the Alliance only sent seven powerful figures. Putting aside the potential conflicts of authority among these individuals, Allen and the tribal members of the Northern Territory were very unhappy with this biased behavior.

"Welcome, everyone, from afar!"

Although dissatisfied with the Alliance, Allen couldn't vent his anger on the experts who came to help. He had a feast prepared in the castle to entertain everyone with delicious food and wine.

"The safety of the Northern Territory will depend on you all in the future."

"Lord Allen, you are too kind. It is our honor to be able to assist you and witness your magnificence."

The seven powerhouses were somewhat restrained in the face of the increasingly imposing demigod legend. The only one who could remain calm and composed was Lorry, the Earth Gnome Legend from the Yucatan tribe.

This Earth Gnome had obviously received instructions from his tribe's backbone, the demigod assassin Marvin. Beneath his seemingly respectful facade, his tone and eyes carried hidden barbs.

"As you all may have heard, the enemies of the Northern Territory have been temporarily repelled and driven away, but no one can guarantee that they won't return."

"A city of the Drow Federation has been destroyed, so the urgent task for my Northern Territory is to help them rebuild a new city while preventing the elves from advancing south again."

"Tonight's banquet is both a welcome feast and a farewell dinner. I hope you all can accompany the support troops north tomorrow and be stationed near the old site of Coldwind Ridge City."

"Lord, we just arrived…"

The others didn't look too happy, but considering Allen's status and power, they didn't dare to question him openly. In the end, they all turned their attention to Lorry, who had been acting as the team leader along the way.

Seeing this, Lorry had no choice but to step forward, after all, he still had another demigod backing him.

However, he had only spoken halfway when a powerful, mountain-like pressure followed the gaze directed at him, instantly creating a terrifying wave in his sea of consciousness, making him feel as if he was in a desperate and dangerous place.

"Do you have any objections?"

"I… you…"

His heart was pounding more violently than ever before. Although his supposedly powerful energy was running wildly within him, Lorry was as helpless as a child in the face of that majestic pressure.

"No."

"Very good!"

Only then did Allen withdraw his aggressive gaze and raise the wine glass in front of him again: "Everyone, enjoy yourselves tonight! Tomorrow, we will depart north together!"

"Will you be joining us, Lord?"

The others had long noticed the hidden battle between Allen and Lorry, but they never expected Lorry to surrender so easily.

How could they know that the demigod Beorning in front of them was actually only one step away from the Saint realm? The strength of his spiritual power had long exceeded their imagination. How could a mere mid-level Legend gnome be his opponent!

Moreover, when Allen had just exerted pressure, he had used all the domain techniques he had developed over the years in the other party's consciousness.

Having already decided to take control of this northern reinforcement force, Allen would naturally not sit idly by waiting for others to join him. His earlier strike against the troublemaker among the powerhouses was just a casual move.

The meal was eaten with trepidation. No one had ever imagined that this Beorning demigod, who was rumored to be calm and gentle, would be so assertive in front of everyone.

Although Allen's hospitality seemed warm on the surface, every word and every look contained an unquestionable attitude, which put a lot of pressure on everyone's hearts.

Early the next morning, just as Allen had said, he personally went to the military camp and ordered the reinforcement troops, who had been resting outside the city for some days, to head north.

However, when he entered the military camp to summon the soldiers, the sight that greeted him caused his already stern face to be covered with a layer of frost once again.

The sparse military formation took more than a magical hour to complete. Subsequently, a headcount revealed that nearly one-tenth of the soldiers were missing, presumably having skipped duty to go into the city for pleasure.

Many soldiers in the army were still indulging in the prosperous Namur Fortress. Most of them had never imagined that there would be a city in the northern border area whose prosperity was not inferior to Mansa City.

In some aspects, Namur Fortress was even more fun than Mansa City, which made many tribal leaders linger and forget to return.

The entertainment industry in Namur Fortress was already very developed. No matter what your taste or orientation, you could find a temporary partner suitable for you and attractive to you here.

These highly trained practitioners were understanding and open-minded. As long as no one died and the remuneration was generous, someone would be willing to play with you.

In addition, the scale of the fortress's exclusive gambling dens was so large that many wilderness natives felt like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden. Their eyes were opened, and the dazzling array of familiar and unheard-of gambling methods made people unable to stop playing. They couldn't leave the gambling house without losing their pants.

Even the soldiers who remained in the army were listless and demoralized, showing no sign of being a military force. Obviously, the commanders and officers leading this newly formed team north had not fulfilled their responsibilities at all.

"Very good! Very good!"

Allen was furious, but a few smiles appeared on his face instead. However, anyone who saw this smile would feel a chill in their hearts.

"Neil!!"

A middle-aged Beorning heard Allen's call and stepped forward.

"Here!"

"Within a magical hour, I want to see the bastards who deserted from this new army appear before me!"

"Yes!!"

Although the Beorning commander named Neil didn't even know the list of soldiers who were not in the army, and he understood even more how difficult the task the patriarch had given him was, he didn't argue at all and agreed immediately.

Neil's figure ran swiftly all the way, quickly disappearing into the south gate of the fortress several miles away. Allen didn't even look back, only a majestic aura continued to expand until it enveloped the heads of tens of thousands of wilderness warriors.

"It has really broadened my horizons. I didn't realize that an army could rot like this!"

"If enemies were to appear at this time and you were dragged onto the battlefield, I don't know how happy the enemy would be!"

"I'm afraid that even if a herd of wildebeest of the same size charged at you, you would suffer heavy casualties!"

The powerful pressure almost made ordinary soldiers unable to breathe, and some soldiers were even frightened to the ground on the spot, their eyes filled with horror and fear, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

Allen's words, though not loud, clearly reached everyone's ears. The seven legendary figures beside him wore complex expressions, seemingly lost in thought.

"Among you, who is the commander of this army? Step forward and let me see!"

A commotion rippled through the massive ranks, and after a long while, a dozen or so figures from various races, dressed in disarray, hesitantly emerged.

"Is that all of you?"

Allen frowned slightly. Based on his understanding of the Alliance members, such a large army couldn't possibly have only a mere dozen commanders.

"Some others went into the city and haven't returned to camp yet."

"Can someone give me an accurate number? How many commanders are actually absent from the camp?"

The dozen or so remaining commanders looked around, calculating in their minds. Finally, someone weakly replied, "There are 24 commanders who are out and haven't returned."

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"Then let's wait, shall we? I'd like to personally welcome these very important commanders!"

Allen didn't restrain his imposing aura, continuing to envelop everyone. Under such pressure, the group finally became more obedient, silently lowering their heads, afraid to move.

Soldiers were gradually and frantically driven back, but they couldn't enter the camp. Before them, a Thorn Legion of a thousand warriors stood guard at the camp gate, murderously dragging their weapons, staring blankly at this group of deserters who hadn't returned all night.

It was naturally an impossible task for Neil alone to find all the missing soldiers. However, with Allen's orders, he directly contacted Wesley, the chief of the Mur要塞 Security Bureau, and mobilized the fortress's intelligence division to search. Before long, they had dragged out most of the soldiers.

An hour passed, and the vast majority of the soldiers had been found, but there were still a few who were nowhere to be found.

The city of Mur要塞 was truly not small. A city capable of accommodating 500,000 people would take the better part of a day just to run through every corner, let alone find over ten thousand soldiers scattered within this complex environment.

Another half-hour passed, and at least the twenty-four commander-level figures who had left the camp had all returned. Accompanying them was Neil, the hobgoblin commander, sweating profusely and utterly exhausted.

For a high-ranking peak hobgoblin to be exhausted like this in just over an hour, the intensity of the activity was evident.

"Have all the people been found?"

Allen glanced indifferently at Neil.

"I'm sorry, Chieftain, there are still over two hundred people who haven't been found."

Neil was actually quite wronged. When he received the mission, he only had the number of soldiers who had left the camp. He didn't even know their appearances or names. It was impossible for anyone to find these people in an hour.

"Go receive your punishment!"

Allen knew the difficulty of the task he had given and understood that Neil had already tried his best. However, he wanted to use Neil as a catalyst to crack down on this army, so he could only sacrifice this loyal child.

"Yes!"

Neil immediately began to remove his standard armor, revealing his sturdy muscles and furry skin. In some places, there were more than a dozen large and small wounds.

Naked, Neil walked to the execution rack in the corner of the camp. A hobgoblin warrior was already waiting with a water-soaked long whip. He began to lash out in front of nearly a hundred thousand soldiers.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The water-soaked long whip landed on Neil's sturdy body, each strike producing a crisp and loud sound. It was unknown what means the executioner used, but the sound of the whipping could be heard by all the soldiers. Combined with Allen's deep and solemn pressure, it was as if he was whipping everyone's spirits.

After being whipped a full hundred times, covered in wounds that looked particularly terrifying, Neil, staggering but firm, slowly walked back to Allen.

"Reporting to the Chieftain, Neil has returned to report!"

"Go down!"

Allen glanced coldly at the middle-aged hobgoblin and waved his hand indifferently.

"Yes!"

Neil gritted his teeth, moved step by step back to where he had been standing, and then passed out, falling headfirst to the ground. Immediately, hobgoblin soldiers stepped forward and silently carried him away.

The seven newly arrived powerhouses, watching Allen exert his power in front of them, each had their own thoughts. However, they didn't reveal any other expressions. What they didn't expect was that Allen would soon slap them in the face.

"Now, let's talk about the problems with you commanders!"

"As commanding officers, you left the camp without permission and didn't return all night when you were supposed to be leading troops on an expedition. I wonder what kind of punishment such behavior would receive in your respective tribes."

"In the military regulations of my Northern Six Clans, such behavior would be punished by death!"

"Originally, I didn't want to make things difficult, so as to avoid embarrassment when meeting the tribal leaders behind you in the future. However, your behavior is too excessive. If I don't deal with you, the wildland warriors watching you from below will probably find it difficult to be convinced!"

"Therefore, according to the regulations of the Manesar Alliance's wartime command, I, as the person in charge of the Alliance's northern front, will pronounce judgment on your current behavior!"

Clang!!

The dark golden heavy sword suddenly appeared in Allen's hand. The seven legendary powerhouses felt a sense of foreboding. Just as they were about to speak and persuade, Allen suddenly turned his head. Threads of mental energy fused with his own aura and power, instantly transforming into invisible sharp arrows that pierced through the eyes of these seven powerhouses, directly appearing in everyone's sea of consciousness.

The few people finally felt the power of suppression that the dwarf hobgoblin Lowry had encountered last night, and even though the unlucky Lowry had already experienced it last night, he had no power to resist it today.

The originally calm sea of consciousness, with the influx of Allen's tyrannical mental power, instantly rose into a turbulent wave. The seven powerhouses frowned tightly, desperately trying to calm their violent consciousness, and had no chance to open their mouths to say what they wanted to say.

Pfft!!

The troll commander closest to Allen was directly smashed from the top of his head by the heavy sword's wide blade, instantly smashing the lower half of the troll, who was not of low status, into the ground, while his upper half turned into a pile of fragmented flesh.

When the other twenty-three commanders saw this scene, their faces turned ashen. Under the intertwining of various emotions, they wanted to open their mouths and cry for mercy, but they found that they couldn't make a sound no matter what. They wanted to escape, but they couldn't take a step.

At this time, the twenty-odd commanders standing in front of Allen, almost all high-level combat professionals, seemed to have lost control of their bodies under the pressure of Allen's aura and mental power.

It was as if the slender hobgoblin demigod was the true master of this sky and earth.

Pfft!!

Pfft!!