Green Monster Epic

Chapter 892: A Raging Torrent

Rumbling…

Far off, a somber and indistinct tremor disturbed the fiercely contested earth, casting a heavy and uneasy aura over the blood-soaked battlefield.

The powerful individuals in the sky rapidly extended their mental energy outward, but they detected no magical fluctuations. Just as they were puzzled, a white line surged forth from the mountains in the distance, rushing along the valley's connecting passage toward Blood Fury Fortress.

“Ugh!! Damn it!!”

The elf demigod, Garros, looked ashen. It was rare to see this demigod in such a frustrated state.

Shaunak, the elf commander leading the battle on the ground, also noticed the anomaly. He soared into the sky, and when he saw the surging torrent rushing from the east, a frosty expression settled on his dignified face, with a hint of panic lurking deep in his eyes.

“Sound the charge! The entire army, charge up the mountain!!”

Shaunak swooped down, urgently snatching the antler horn from an elf soldier's waist, took a deep breath, and began to blow rapidly.

Wooo… Woooooo…

As the melodious horn sounded, the elf soldiers in the valley began to move, heading toward the high mountains before them without looking back. Even the seemingly cumbersome war ancient trees struggled forward, countless elf archers hanging on their bodies, swaying incessantly with their violent movements.

As for the massive amount of supplies in the camp, no one cared about them at this moment. The heavy pressure not only formed a mountain that the elf soldiers couldn't breathe under, but even the dwarf soldiers in the safe zone halfway up the mountain felt awe and fear.

Before such natural power, so-called bravery and strength were worthless. The rolling tide swept away and devoured everything in its path, turning it into part of itself and continuing relentlessly forward.

The monstrous flood surged with terrifying momentum and astonishing speed. In a dozen breaths, it appeared at the end of the valley where the elven army was, roaring and swallowing the continuous camps.

The ancient mountains on both sides trembled under the impact of the raging waves. The tall and short trees on the mountain's surface were uprooted and broken in the waves, and countless amounts of soil and gravel were wrapped inside, forming an even more powerful mudslide.

One after another, the elf warriors who were too slow to escape were swallowed by the dark brown mudslide and never seen again. So-called skills and strength were useless. Instead, the raptor druids transformed into birds, and the high-level mages cast levitation spells to fly into the sky, making them the safest existences.

However, this sense of security did not last long. Just as their figures flew above the flood, attacks such as flying axes and javelins from the dwarf warriors on the mountainside rained down. For a time, many elves who had narrowly escaped were sent back into the raging torrent.

Countless elf warriors desperately climbed up the mountains, enduring the dwarves' opportunistic attacks and obstruction, fearing that a moment of slowness would turn them into a lost soul in the monstrous flood.

The war ancient trees at the rear formed a wooden Great Wall at the foot of the mountain, their roots digging deep into the soil, trying to sacrifice themselves to build a wall of life for the elves in front.

But when the black wave of mudslide crashed against this seemingly solid and thick wall of trees, the sounds of cracking and creaking rose and fell. One by one, the war ancient trees, which took at least hundreds of years to mature, snapped in half, and the exposed half-trunks turned into countless fragments in the churning mudslide.

More and more elf soldiers were swallowed by the flood. In a short period, more than 100,000 elves disappeared in the face of the power of nature, chilling the hearts of the elf generals such as Shaunak, who were floating in the air, blocking countless ranged attacks.

This was another carefully designed stratagem, and compared to the previous surprise attack by the wilderness army, this dwarf-led scheme could be said to injure the enemy by a thousand while damaging themselves by eight hundred.

According to the elven collection of the Dwarf Kingdom's geographical gazetteer, the closest large river to Blood Fury Fortress should be dozens of miles away. If you add the winding valley route, the actual distance would exceed a hundred miles.

Wherever such an unstoppable flood passed, it would inevitably be a desolate and barren land. And in this hundred-mile-long valley area, there were several castles built by the dwarves, which were basically destroyed by themselves.

At the same time, to block the river and form such a large and continuous flood, it was unknown how much land upstream of the Dwarf Kingdom's river channel was submerged, and the losses must be considerable.

All of this was just to deal with the elven northern front army, which showed the effort and cost the dwarves had put into this. Now that it had been successfully accomplished, although Shaunak and others were gnashing their teeth and their old blood was churning in their chests, they had to admit that this time, the dwarves' scheme was really cruel and effective!

The raging waves submerged the wide valley, and the flood crest even crashed against the fortress walls halfway up the mountain. However, the water flow, which had been precisely calculated, stopped there. Before the wave peak receded, the city defense gates of Blood Fury Fortress were actively opened from the inside, and a fully formed dwarf rock sheep cavalry, holding long lances, galloped out of the city.

The uneven mountain slopes were like flat ground under the rock sheep's hooves. With the waves blocking the retreat and the cavalry launching an attack in front, the elf legions, exhausted from fleeing, did not give up resisting. Shaunak plunged into the remnants of the army, his domain unfolding, taking the lead in meeting the dwarf soldiers.

The dwarf warriors, who had been cowering on the city walls for more than ten days, roared and, wearing heavy armor, jumped directly from the dozens of meters high city walls like cannonballs, fiercely smashing into the chaotic remnants of the elves in front.

The rumbling sound of the waves could not suppress the desperate roars of the soldiers on both sides. One side was seeking survival in a desperate situation, and the other side had been suppressed and frustrated for more than ten days and were now liberated. Neither side would give in.

But in terms of the overall legion strength, the elf legion was indeed no longer in any advantage. Not to mention the loss of nearly 100,000 soldiers in more than ten days of fighting, the flood alone had swallowed at least 100,000 elf warriors.

Not to mention that while escaping up the mountain, the dwarves took the opportunity to release large swaths of rolling stones and ranged attacks, which also claimed the lives of tens of thousands of elf warriors who had nowhere to hide.

The legion, which had lost at least half of its warriors, was now facing the dwarves, who still retained most of their fresh troops. At this time, on the steep mountainside without enough room to maneuver, all conditions were unfavorable to the elves. How could they be a match for the dwarf legion!

The hundreds of thousands of remaining elf warriors were scattered in the vast area halfway up Mount Mazarnu. Their formations had been disrupted in the previous escape, and it was not easy to reorganize their formations now. The dwarf commanders, led by Gray Iron Dwarf Commander Gureit, were not fools. They naturally would not give the elves a chance to breathe.

Almost all of the more than 300,000 dwarven soldiers in the fortress were mobilized, pouring out from the fortress gates and walls, spreading across the narrow and steep mountainside, forming small square formations of a hundred men each.

The dwarves had been dealing with mines since they were young, and they were very familiar with terrains such as mountains and cliffs. Moreover, the Mount Mazanu area was where many people in this dwarven army had lived and played since childhood. They knew exactly where the terrain was dangerous and where the designed traps were.

The elves' agile movements and quick speed could not be fully utilized in this narrow mountainside, while the dwarves were in their element. With the absolute advantage in numbers, they quickly drove the elven warriors all over the mountains, making it almost impossible to find organized elven troops.

However, the heavens still favored the elves. The滔天 flood came and went quickly. The flood was formed by blocking the river course at a great cost and effort. The amount of water in the堰塞 lake was not endless. As the most turbulent wave peak passed, the subsequent rushing water flow was visibly receding.

More than half a magic hour passed, and most of the flood had disappeared. A bald slope re-emerged, and even the remaining water in the valley was less than calf-deep.

Seeing this, the elven commanders, including Seanake, quickly ordered the remaining soldiers to retreat downwards. At least the exposed ground could provide the elves with room to maneuver. Although the silt left by the flood was troublesome for both sides, the elves were tall and strong, while the dwarves had short arms and legs, giving the elves a relative advantage.

The elves fled down the mountain, and the dwarven army behind them was like a fierce tiger coming out of the mountain. The frustration of being passively defensive for many days and the hatred of being bullied by the elves for many years were all released today. Everyone wanted to have a hearty battle and let the elves know that they dwarves were not just punching bags.

". @ kas ”

The dwarves' unique rune mages chanted spells in unison, and they threw the exquisite runestones in their hands fiercely, flying down the mountain and landing in the soft mud.

The runestones sank into the mud, and then the flat ground began to undulate and squirm. One by one, magical creatures like slime monsters crawled out of the mud, jumping and tumbling nimbly in the valley.

An elven warrior wielded two swords, cutting countless wounds on the slime monster's body with each strike, but could not hurt it at all. The wounds healed instantly.

The slime monster did not care about the elven soldier's attack. Its oval body crashed into the elven soldier's body. Just as the soldier made a sharp turn and jumped to the open space on the left, the slime monster suddenly stretched out a tentacle, grabbed the elf's thigh, and without waiting for him to struggle, the slime monster pulled him along, and its round body changed direction again, colliding with the elf head-on.

There was no sound of collision. The elven soldier was swallowed whole by the slime monster and integrated into its body. As the oval surface rippled, its body swelled a little more and jumped towards another elven warrior.

Woo ~

The melodious sound of the horn sounded again, floating in the air, but this time the horn sound had a bit more desolation and sadness.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, Seanake's reason told him that their northern army was following in the footsteps of their comrades in the southern and wilderness fronts, becoming the kingdom's laughing stock.

After another round of pursuit, the elven army suffered more losses. The remaining scale was less than 100,000. Without any formation, their fighting will was destroyed by the sudden flood, and they had no desire to fight anymore.

If they did not let these soldiers retreat at this time, the result waiting for them would be the tragic annihilation of the entire army.

Therefore, after a battle between heaven and man, Seanake ordered people to sound the retreat horn, while he himself led the only remaining elite army that could maintain formation and combat effectiveness, fighting and retreating to cover the retreat of the elven remnants.

However, Seanake was still very unwilling. He believed that he had been careful enough, especially after the southern and wilderness army suffered successive defeats, he had learned his lesson.

When marching, Seanake would take three slow steps, observing the actions of the dwarven target fortress, and spare no effort to monitor the situation within dozens of miles around.

Even when attacking the city, he left enough reserves to deal with the dwarves' ambush. Although his steady approach took time, it was also stable and straightforward, and there was basically no risk of being attacked by surprise troops like the southern and wilderness fronts.

But he never expected that the dwarves, who had always been upright and conservative, would be willing to invest a huge amount of money to set up traps dozens or hundreds of miles away, giving him no chance to react and destroying the entire elven army's will with one fatal blow.

Now it was too late to say anything. Seanake could not judge how many of the defeated northern elven soldiers could eventually escape back to their homeland. Even the dwarven territory they had previously occupied would probably return to the dwarves after this battle.

To predict more pessimistically, perhaps the war launched by the Elven Kingdom this time was also coming to an end. With the successive defeats and retreats on several fronts, the central army had also become an isolated force. Unless the kingdom conscripted another million troops to replenish them, the withdrawal of the central line would also be inevitable.

“Beat the drums!! Full charge!!”

At the same time as the horn sounded, the faces of several commanders of the Dwarven Kingdom were filled with dazzling expressions. Guleit shouted decisively, and the fortress behind him quickly resounded with exciting and loud war drums.

“Well done!!!”

In the northern wilderness, not far from the Hanfeng Gang city construction site, in the continuous military camp, Allen and a group of strong men and commanders in the northern border quickly learned of the great victory of the Blood Rage Fortress dwarven army. At that time, the strong men in the military camp who were listening attentively to the intelligence report shouted excitedly and could not help but be happy for the dwarves' victory.

Allen was also happy for the dwarves' victory. He lowered his head and talked with Albard next to him, listening to his judgment on the elves' possible actions next.

“Then should we take this opportunity to pour another bucket of oil on the elves and light a fire?”

“Is it feasible for us to send troops to the Warhammer Fortress now and put pressure on them together with the dwarves?”

“I think it's feasible!!”

Even if Allen didn't say it, Albard actually wanted to make this suggestion. The principle of taking advantage of your illness to kill you is the most followed principle in the wilderness. Now that the elves have revealed their flaws, then the northern border is not afraid to bite a piece of meat from you.

“Okay, I'll give you one day to prepare and give me a complete feasibility plan.”

“Understood!”