The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 323 Steel Torrent
  A few days before entering the Centaur Grassland, Kerr and the other young goblins were very excited. However, as time passed, the initial excitement gradually faded away. Everyone looked at the grassland scenery that had hardly changed, and gradually felt bored mentally. , just like they were walking through the desert.

The herds of wild horses and bison living freely on the grassland are like rushing streams, running freely on the grassland. Because of the abundance of grassland food, there are also an extremely large number of predatory animals here, such as the two-legged flying dragon and the two-headed Qimei. It is not uncommon for monsters such as La and others to be born with the ability to cast spells, not to mention social predators like wargs and raptors.

Of course, as the number of demon invasions increases and incidents of killing flesh and blood occur frequently, the prosperous scene of the wilderness that Allen and the others see is actually much more depressed than it was more than a year ago. However, the Green Field Plain has never been so prosperous, so even if it is just a depressed grassland scene, every time a herd of cattle and horses gallops past, it can always arouse the excitement and envy of Kerr and the other young goblins.

If there were so many food sources in the Green Field Plain, then they would not have to work hard from the beginning of the year to the end of the year to obtain enough food.

At this time, Allen's barbecue skills have truly become the best way for their small team to get closer to the warriors of other tribes. Even the team leader Fisher comes over from time to time to talk to them. Allen and the others were enjoying the autumn breeze.

Anyway, the most indispensable thing on the grassland is all kinds of meat. When groups of cattle and horses pass by, the warriors of all races in the team can get fresh prey one after another without spending too much effort. .

"Report!!"

"Commander Fisher, there is a group of more than 15 demons 500 miles west of my team, attacking a tribe of humans and horses!!"

Now that Allen and the others have proven their worth through actual combat, their escort mission has also been transferred from the rear of the transport brigade to the middle of the brigade, not far away from Fisher's central army.

Although this arrangement does not mean much to Allen and the others, it can reduce a lot of trivial matters and make it easier for them to go on their way.

At this time, I heard a scout galloping back in the distance on a war horse, walked up to Commander Fisher, and loudly reported the situation he had discovered.

The deeper you go into the grassland, the higher the chance of encountering demons, and the scale is getting larger and larger. The main forces of the three major tribes in the Centaur Grassland are now fighting against the main army of demons in the frontline positions, so the protection of the rear is correspondingly Not so thoughtful anymore.

After all, using the strength of the three major tribes to fight against a demon army that has ravaged several human kingdoms has already made the centaur warriors of the three tribes fight for their lives. How can there be more power to completely protect them? Live on the grassland.

Therefore, as the pressure from the human and horse armies increases, the royal families of the three major tribes have issued migration orders to the tribal branches on the grassland, asking them to take the livestock of their respective tribes to the Galle Valley in the middle of the grassland to gather. .

The three major tribes on the grassland are said to be the three sons and daughters left behind by the centaur god Qirong before he became a god. In the end, three independent tribal royal courts were derived. Because the three tribes are connected by blood and have a god as their backer, they can occupy the lush grassland of the people and horses as their inherent territory for tens of thousands of years.

However, with the reproduction of centaurs over the countless years, in addition to the unshakable status of the three royal court tribes, other branch centaurs tribes scattered and passed down by the royal court bloodline have also gradually prospered. These side bloodline vassals are under the three major royal court tribes. They usually have independent leaders. When wartime comes, they will fight for the royal court under the call of the royal court.

This is also an important reason why the three major tribes of the Human Horse Grassland have been able to intercept the Human Rose Principality at the border of the grassland in these years.

When the tide of demons rose, several fortresses on the border of the three major tribes, humans and horses, were directly destroyed by the demon army in a short period of time. Later, the Royal Court quickly issued a rallying call, gathering the main force of the side tribes and the three major Royal Court tribes in the entire Centaur Grassland, and finally stopped the demon's invasion at a place less than a hundred miles away from the royal tent of the Dayan Khan tribe.

However, after the royal court transferred most of the warriors from the vassal tribe, the centurion warriors left behind were no longer enough to protect the safety of the entire tribe.

The ferocious beasts such as wargs and raptors on the grassland are relatively easy to deal with. At least they have dealt with them too much over the past countless years and can handle them fairly easily. But as the number of demons invading the grassland became more and more frequent, the tribal people left behind on the grassland were unable to deal with it.

At this time, the Sunit tribe was in danger of being attacked and killed by demons. All warriors in the tribe who could take up arms had rushed to the front line. Those who were relatively weak or had left behind after fighting for the tribe over the years The disabled tribesmen, while guarding the weak children and elderly members of the tribe, threw the wooden frames removed from the felt tents and the javelins stored by the tribe, pouring all their strength into the battlefield ahead.

Centaurs are one of the few races in the wilderness with long-range shooting talents. They also have an advanced profession unique to them - Interceptor, a combat profession that uses javelins as weapons.

Centaur Nizar Firho is a brave interceptor under the Sunit tribe. Unfortunately, in a tribal dispute a few years ago, he was fighting with the enemy tribe and was unfortunately cut off by the opponent's warriors. He lost an arm, and finally had to retreat to the second line, as an instructor who teaches the children of the tribe.

Now, he could finally experience the atmosphere of the battlefield again. When the javelins were taken off his hands, a picture emerged in his mind: they would be inserted into a certain part of the target, or they would be dodged by the opponent. passed, and finally inserted diagonally on the ground.

There was no time to sigh that his strength had not declined much. Nizar just tried hard to mobilize the power in his body and fired the simple javelins and felt tent components around him at the enemies in front, bringing a little help to the tribe.

Further away, the elder Nawaf Firho stabbed the spear sharply in his hand, bringing up a group of spear shadows, fighting with a six-armed snake demon in front, with streams of blood foam coming out of his body. Come to be at a disadvantage. There are countless centaur warriors around them, desperately entangled with the crazy and cruel demons, not giving them a chance to break into the position and invade their rear, because they know that as long as a demon breaks through their position, then the people behind them will be destroyed. Relatives will be harmed.

A soul-killing demon that was at least half a height taller than all the demons and centaurs swept back and forth on the centaur front. Three high-level centaur warriors tried their best to block it, and then narrowly stopped the opponent's footsteps. But it is also because more elites are used to suppress the soul-killing demons and high-level beings such as the snake demons. Therefore, there are always various dangers on the Centaur's many fences and carriages. The warriors, men and horses, were exhausted.

The Sunit tribe was small in size, with less than a thousand members originally. Later, it was summoned by the royal court. The leader of the tribe led more than 400 strong warriors south to gather to fight for the royal court. The vast majority of the remaining 500 tribesmen are old, weak, women and children, and the real warriors who are worthy of fighting are only in their early s.

Originally, Nawaf was planning to go to the Galle Valley to join other tribesmen. However, it happened to be the peak birth period for the cattle and horses grazing in the tribe, so he could only stay here temporarily for a while, and wait until After the newborn cattle and horses can migrate long distances, they then head south.

However, just a few days ago, when Nawaf, Nizar and others discussed it and decided that they could move south, the tribe encountered this powerful demon army before they could take action.

The centaur warriors on the front line had tried their best. The position they were holding would be broken by the demon army at some point. Nizar waved his only right arm to the extreme, hoping to shoot one more spear. , help our colleagues on the front line to gain more opportunities.

However, the despair in his eyes had already indicated the outcome of this encounter. Without the support of reinforcements, the Sunit tribe would become another historical mark on the grassland and would not be remembered by anyone. kind.

Behind the hillside in the distance, Fisher led his one hundred troll cavalry guards and hundreds of soldiers from various vassal tribes, silently watching the killing ahead. At the foot of the hillside, many wilderness warriors were already gearing up and drawing out their weapons, just waiting for Commander Fisher, who was watching on the hillside, to issue orders.

The centaur tribe's position was shaky and could collapse at any time, but Fisher, who was standing on the hillside, had a look of indifference in his eyes and did not issue an order for a long time.

No matter how many Centaur casualties there were, it would not cause any disturbance to Fisher. Even if he led his team to bypass the battlefield at this time, there might not be any problem. On the contrary, if he rushes into battle at this time, although he may save a centaur tribe, he may also cause a lot of losses to the few warriors under his command.

Fisher's mission is to go south on behalf of the Snowmi tribe to support the frontline battlefield, rather than consuming the only warriors in the rear of the grassland.

This was also the reason why Fisher hesitated at this time, but as the centaur tribe front began to collapse, countless demons swarmed towards the young and old centaurs, slaughtering members of the wilderness like livestock, listen. The sky was filled with miserable howls, and Fisher's cold heart was finally intensified by hatred.

"kill!!"

"Don't let me let go of even a single devil!!"

"Ho Ho~~~~"

"Um~~~"

As the long and dull horn horn sounded, the troll cavalry riding on the giant basilisk drew a straight line, rushed up the hillside, and then ran directly along the not steep grassy slope like water. Next, there were bursts of thunder-like sounds from the ground, which lasted for a long time.

"It's reinforcements!! Warriors of Sunit, we are saved!!"

"Saved!!!"

The sudden appearance of the native army in the wilderness gave the already collapsed and desperate Centaur warriors a glimmer of hope. In addition to the cowards, women and children who were frightened and began to flee, there were still Centaur tribesmen who had the will to resist. At this time, there was so much in their hearts. He gained a belief and gained strength in his body. He started his movements again and started fighting with the demon in front of him.

The troll cavalry who came out from behind had already reached the highest speed when they rushed into the demon's rear position. Although the speed of the basilisk with the strength of a level 6 warrior was not its strong point, its short-distance sprinting ability was no better than that of the average lizard. The war horse is weak.

As soon as they fought, countless demons flew around and were torn into two pieces by a hundred cavalry like arrows. The cavalry's mass charge cannot be matched by a single individual. Even a high-level peak warrior like Allen, facing a cavalry charge with arrows from a mid-level knight, can only retreat from its front and not dare to collide head-on.

Afterwards, Allen, Kerr and other warriors from the vassal race followed and followed the openings made by the cavalry, directly tearing the entire battlefield into two local battlefields of different sizes.

Fisher stood on the top of the hillside, using the flag to give general commands to the tribal warriors below. Most of the effective forces were put into the smaller battlefield, quickly destroying the demons in the field. On the other side, after the troll cavalry broke out of the encirclement, they drew an arc on the grassland and launched another charge with an unrivaled attitude, once again dividing the demon team. Just like cutting meat on a complete thigh, the cavalry turned into sharp weapons, tearing apart the demon team piece by piece. Behind the cavalry, a group of wild native warriors who were red-eyed and had countless encounters with demons waved their weapons with great force and smashed into the demon skirmishers who had been separated from the large army.

Allen was fighting with a powerful soul-killing demon at this time. This was the most powerful opponent he had ever encountered. Even the six-armed snake demon who was the leader and led hundreds of demons to attack Green Lake Village was not as good as the opponent. .

No living creature dared to stand in the area of ​​more than ten meters around the two of them. Every time the two of them fought, there would be strong winds and raging sand and rocks.

Kerr and the others spread out their formation and were surrounding and killing a seriously injured snake demon. It turned out to be the enemy that the Centaur Elder Nawaf had faced before. However, at this time, the Centaur Elder was nowhere to be seen. He must have been killed by this snake demon.

Dealing with a powerful high-level warrior was still a bit difficult for Kerr and the others at this time, but it was not completely impossible. At least, the snake demon at this time was restricted in its movement, and it had received a desperate counterattack from its previous opponent before it died, so its offensive seemed a bit sluggish. Fortunately, there were still a few mid-level demons that attacked Kerr's formation from time to time, reducing the pressure on the snake demons.

Surrounded by countless wilderness warriors, they attacked the lone demon in small groups. With superior strength and numbers, they quickly solved the target in front of them and then turned to other opponents.

"Boom!!!"

Allen was fighting back and forth with the Soul Seal Demon. After the furious state unfolded, he still couldn't suppress his opponent. Instead, he still felt faintly suppressed by the opponent, which made him feel uncomfortable. Just as he blocked the powerful ax of the soul-killing demon with his sword, and his right leg was pressed hard and he knelt on the ground, taking away most of his strength, a torrent of steel rushed over behind them.

"Fuck!!"

Allen rolled to the ground in embarrassment, and after being kicked by the Soul Judger Demon, he rolled and crawled to escape from the fighting battlefield.

As for his opponent, the soul-judgement demon held a steel ax and swept back and forth. Although he knocked away two cavalrymen with arrows, more cavalry followed him, holding their spears diagonally and fiercely towards the judge. The soul demon pierced through.

Then, Allen looked at the body of the soul-killing demon, which was like a hill, retreating step by step under the impact of the running cavalry, until he was collided by the opponent and fell to the ground, and was finally submerged in the rear formation of the cavalry.

When the body of the soul-killing demon was revealed again, the opponent's gray-brown armor and exposed skin were all covered with various holes, which were the results of the impact of the spears in the hands of the cavalry.

"Goo~~~"

From the big mouth of the soul-slaying demon, a little bit of stinking blood foam overflowed from time to time, and the body was also squirming and trembling involuntarily. As the cavalry team circled back to kill, they once again stepped on the body of the soul-slaying demon, and passed by. This powerful soul-killing demon eventually became one of the countless corpses on the battlefield.

Allen was a little confused and his face turned a little pale. The individual strength he was proud of could not make any waves in front of a real killing machine. The soul-killing demon that was as powerful as being able to suppress Allen was nothing more than the spoils of two charges by a hundred cavalry teams. Even during the two charges, this troll cavalry also launched a charge against the surrounding demon clusters, tearing out another hole, and at the same time, dozens of demons were buried under the iron hoofs.

After the battle situation completely turned to Snowmi's team, the troll cavalry no longer attacked and killed the scattered small teams of demons. Instead, they looked for those high-level demons, and used the charge again and again to challenge the powerful demons. Under their long spears.

Fisher, who was at the peak of his advanced level, and more than a dozen personal guards around him, were still standing on the hill. They had no intention of taking action, and they were not even the slightest bit moved by the fact that his army finally had the upper hand on the battlefield, as if this was a matter of course. of.

At this time, Allen, along with Kerr and the others, became ordinary warriors cleaning the battlefield. Even the slightly challenging demons had no chance of taking action, and were all covered up by the Basilisk Cavalry who seemed to be unaware of their fatigue.

"Pfft!! Pass!!!"

As the last demon standing on the battlefield was killed and fell to the ground, the entire Snowmi team let out a sigh of relief, and their hearts were filled with pride. After the disaster, less than two hundred centaurs of the Sunit tribe were left together, hugging each other. Some were crying softly, while others were happy with different expressions on their faces.

Young goblins such as Kerr and Shusheng looked at the group of cavalry wearing heavy armor, jumping off the basilisks and cleaning the battlefield with reverence. They wished they were one of them.

Allen looked a little sad, but also a little yearning. If he only had some concepts of cavalry in his mind before, then the impact of the Basilisk Cavalry charge on him this time far exceeded that of more than a year ago. The feelings that group of human cavalry gave him.

If one's own tribe could have such a team of cavalry, then the entire Green Field Plain could be said to be completely at the mercy of their tribesmen, and no challenger would be able to pose a threat to the Green Field Tribe for hundreds of years.

"Nizar Filho, instructor of the Sunit tribe under the Centaur Borji Royal Court, on behalf of our tribe, would like to thank all the warriors for their help in rescuing our tribe."

The Sunit tribe suffered heavy casualties. The leaders from the tribe elder Nawaf who were fighting on the front line died in the battlefield fighting the demons. At the end of the count, only one of the tribe members had a broken left arm. , Nizar, the tribal instructor, became the leader.

At this time, Nizar, who was covered in blood and had many scars on his leather armor and skin, walked forward with four hooves. He was intercepted by Fisher's personal guards and could only bend down from a distance. The upper body in human form expressed respectful understanding and expressed to Fisher the gratitude in the hearts of their group of survivors.

"Looking at the current situation of your tribe, I'm afraid it's not easy, right?"

Fisher waved his hand and asked the guards blocking the Centaur Nizar to let him go. At the same time, he slowly walked towards the other party, with a touch of concern in his words.

"Does your royal court have any other arrangements?"

"Of course this is true, but our tribe has just been preparing to set off for the Galle Valley in the past few days to join other compatriots, but today we encountered this group of demons."

Nizar's eyes were dim, and the joy that he had just survived from the brink of death was replaced by the confusion of where the tribesmen would go next with the reminder from the troll leader.

"Galle Valley?"

Fisher tilted his head slightly, then thought about the route of his transport team, and after comparing it, he slowly said: "It just so happens that our team is going south this time, and there is a part of the journey that I can go with you. I wonder if you are willing?"

"Of course that's fine!! Thank you for your help!!!"

Nizar was confused about how to survive with his tribe, when he suddenly heard Fisher's proposal. He was overjoyed and nodded in agreement.

"However, in return, together with the losses incurred in rescuing your tribe this time, I need half of your tribe's livestock!"

Seeing Nizar's happy expression, Fisher finally revealed his true purpose and made his request calmly.

Nizar's joy stopped abruptly, but he soon returned to normal. Looking at Fisher's unquestionable attitude, he immediately made a decisive decision: "Okay!!"

"Then you quickly tell your tribe to clean up. We will set off in a magic hour."

Fisher then nodded with satisfaction.

"Send two more people to me to count the rewards."

"Ok."

Now that he has agreed to the other party's request, Nizar has no intention of going back on his words. The wilderness has never helped for no reason. The other party did not add insult to injury when his tribe was attacked by demons, but instead rescued his own side at a critical moment. This is already a great achievement. Not a bad result.

Nizar only hopes that half of the tribe's livestock can satisfy the other party's appetite and at least leave some seeds for his own people. They will have to rely on these livestock seeds in the future to continue their lives.

(End of this chapter)