The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 330 New Missions
  "Have you thought it through?"

Three days later, Allen, with a plain face, came to Fisher and told him his final decision.

"I have decided."

Faced with Fisher's confirmation again, Allen replied with determination in his eyes.

"However, I have one condition."

"You said."

Allen's choice was not beyond Fisher's expectations. He had just calculated that there was no way back, so he gave Allen such a dangerous task. As for now, Allen suddenly made a request, and Fisher would agree to it as long as it was not too excessive.

"I hope that during my mission, my people can leave the battlefield and return to Mansha City first."

"I'm afraid this won't work. You also know the situation on the front line now. Even if I want to rest in the rear, General Ahmad will have to issue a token. I'm afraid your people will have to stay here for a while."

Fisher looked embarrassed. Allen's request was beyond his power, so he could only refuse honestly.

"However, while you are on your mission, I will not assign them any more missions. They will serve as my personal guards and guard the battlefield with me."

"This arrangement is the best choice within my authority. What do you think?"

"..."

Allen raised his head and stared at Fisher for a long time with a pair of deep eyes, as if he wanted to see through the other person's heart.

Even though Allen always seemed very respectful in front of Fisher, it was just because Allen was worried about the powerful Snowmi tribe behind him, and he also wanted to give him something. When it comes to personal strength, even though they are both at the top of the high-level, Allen has full confidence in defeating Fisher under his own Bonecutter blade.

"...Okay, I hope you can keep your word."

It's not that Allen doesn't know that people's hearts are sinister, and he's not a three-year-old goblin kid, but the situation is like this. The only thing he can do is to believe in the character of the other party, although the wilderness people basically have no good character.

"Don't worry, the words I, Fisher, say are just like the magic in the hands of the mages, and they are absolutely impossible to take back."

Fisher patted his chest boldly, making the heavy armor jingle to prove his determination to keep his promise.

"..."

"Do you need to tell your tribe, or if you have any supplies or equipment, I can help you raise them."

After the matter was settled, Fisher's face became a little more enthusiastic, and then he asked Allen's needs diligently.

With this group of goblin teenagers staying by his side as hostages, Fisher didn't have to worry about Allen playing any tricks on this mission.

In order to allow Allen to complete his mission as much as possible, Fisher did not mind giving Allen some material help. After all, he was also carrying out the alliance mission in the name of the Snowmi tribe. If If the mission goes well, the Snowmi tribe will also benefit.

"...I need some magic scrolls and various potions."

Since the other party has asked him to make demands, Allen will naturally not miss this opportunity. The scrolls he prepared before were basically consumed in the demon night attack battle in the past few days. Now Allen really needs to add some various kinds of scrolls. combat supplies.

"Okay, I'll prepare it for you!!"

"........."

After a lot of tidying up, and Allen's instructions to Kerr and the others, and finally another day's delay, Fisher took Allen and knocked on the felt tent camp of Centaur General Ahmed. Door.

"General, this bugbear warrior Alan Witt is the representative of my Snowmi tribe for this mission."

In front of the legendary powerhouse, Fisher was extremely cautious, not even daring to raise his head, let alone look into the eyes of the half-human general with snow-white fur.

Allen, on the other hand, was in close contact with the Centaur general for the first time. His eyes were calm and confident. He did not feel uncomfortable at all when faced with Ahmed's threatening eyes.

"Well, wait a minute, there are still a few tribesmen who haven't arrived yet."

Ahmad and Allen looked at each other, and then the corners of their mouths were slightly raised. They were not unhappy because of Allen's actions. Then, Ahmed, who withdrew his gaze, nodded slightly, and after giving a few casual instructions, he lowered his head and sat at the desk again, continuing his previously interrupted thinking.

After bringing Allen to the felt tent, Fisher resigned and left. A lot of information about this task could not be known to anyone except the executor, so Fisher's task was just to bring Allen to the felt tent. , just to confirm the relationship between Allen and the Snowmi tribe.

Ahmad's felt tent was very spacious, several times wider than Allen's tent that accommodated a group of more than a dozen people.

Except for the area behind the felt tent, which was divided by a thick wool blanket, the furnishings could not be seen. In the outside part of the felt tent, a huge sand table occupied a large space of the felt tent.

On the sand table, there are various terrains, high or low, and there are wooden sticks inserted into the high and low terrain to indicate. However, in Allen's military blind eyes, the expressions in the sandbox were completely incomprehensible, so he just glanced at it casually and stopped paying attention to the large sandbox.

Allen focused more of his attention on the dozen other wilderness natives in the large felt tent: 3 kobolds, 2 trolls, 3 goblins, 2 lizardmen...

The felt tent contains almost all the indigenous groups in the wilderness. More than half of the indigenous warriors among them are speed-oriented professions that are very likely to follow the route of thieves, sword dancers, and rangers based on their equipment and physique. According to Allen's judgment, , I’m afraid they are all the executors of this task.

Perhaps because of the presence of the legend Ahmed, most of the people present looked very reserved, and their eyes were mostly focused on the wool blanket of the felt tent, making it difficult for Allen to see their true faces clearly. But there are also a few brave, or confident warriors like Allen. Their heads are lowered and they peek around to observe what's going on around them.

A magic hour later, several more wilderness warriors came to report. When Ahmed slowly raised his head and recovered from his thoughts, a pair of piercing eyes swept into the felt tent, and everyone's small movements stopped. .

"The general situation of this mission must have been explained clearly to you by the leader of your tribe. Then I will not delay on these trivial issues."

After scanning a circle of warriors in the felt tent, Ahmed was very satisfied with the character of this group of elite warriors. At least he did not see any hesitation or fear on the faces of these warriors.

But at the same time, in the depths of his eyes, a hint of gloom quietly appeared and was quickly covered up by him, preventing the warriors on the field from noticing it.

From a fundamental point of view, Ahmed did not agree with this mission. The Kingdom of Spring was too far away, and in his opinion, the so-called support plan was just a futile effort. Instead of investing so much energy and resources into the Kingdom of Spring, it would be better to invest them on the front line of the Centaur Grassland.

The most correct way is to leave the wilderness people's own affairs to themselves. Even if they fail in the end, there is no need to regret too much. The human species has never been worthy of the trust of the wilderness natives, let alone their comrades and companions.

However, although Ahmad is already a legendary powerhouse, he still has too little say in such major matters that dominate the wilderness strategy and future direction.

"Your mission is actually very simple, that is, use your own methods to sneak into the capital position of the human King of Spring, which is besieged by demons, and deliver this secret report to the hands of King William XVI of the human Kingdom of Spring."

"...According to the investigation of my wilderness scouts, although the Demon King has besieged the capital of Spring King, in fact, because of the long territory of Mingxi City, the demon army cannot completely surround this long defense line."

"So, if you infiltrate on a small scale like this, you actually have a lot of room for maneuver."

"Of course, the risks involved are not small. If the devil's army discovers traces of your existence and pursues them, we will not be able to provide you with any support."

"..."

After another concise introduction, Ahmed snapped his fingers, and a centaur warrior came out from behind the felt tent, holding a heavy wooden box, placed it in front of and behind the sand table, and walked away quickly.

"This is the map to Mingxi City in the Kingdom of Spring, and this token is proof of your identity, and it also contains some of the contents of the secret report."

"There is a magic circle set up on the token. Don't try to open it easily, otherwise the secret content inside will be directly destroyed."

"Also, the token cannot be put into the dimensional bag, otherwise it will activate the magic circle on the token, so you need to put it close to your body."

"If you are unfortunately caught by the devil and smash this token before being caught, it will be regarded as your last contribution to the wilderness."

"We must not let this token fall into the hands of the devil. Do you hear me clearly??!!"

"Clear!!!"     "Understood!!"

A group of warriors responded decisively and without hesitation.

"very good!!"

"Come to the box yourself, collect your things, and then set off."

"I would like to remind you that it is best not to form a team of more than three people, otherwise you will be easily exposed to the sight of flying demons such as Flo Demon and Enchanted Demon."

After Allen received his portion of the map and token, he quickly left the Chinese army tent. Only after leaving the tent did he have the time to look at the token in his hand.

This is a token made of oak. It has many complicated patterns carved on it and is also inlaid with some silver wires and broken gems. Therefore, it seems a bit heavy in the hand.

These patterns composed of silver wires and gems should be the magic circle mentioned by the centaur general. It's just that the so-called secret report in this token, but Allen really can't figure out where it will be hidden. After careful observation, except for the inlaid silver wire and broken gemstones, there are no other abrupt things on the token. The entire token is integrated.

Of course, Allen is just a little curious about the token in his hand. It is something that the legendary strongman solemnly ordered to protect. It is also the mission goal of Allen's trip. If he is not interested at all, then he will see the undead. It’s over!
  Shortly after a group of warriors on a mission left, the wool blanket was slowly lifted from the tightly surrounded second half of Ahmad's felt tent.

A dwarf warrior who was surrounded like an iron barrel, with a few neatly combed pigtails hanging on the chin of his small head and a thick beard tied together, and who was still dangling as he walked, carried a burden behind him Holding a broad double-edged axe, he slowly walked out.

"Do you really think that doing this will help the war situation in the Kingdom of Spring?"

Ahmed glanced at the dwarf warrior who came out, and asked with a calm tone and slight dissatisfaction.

"Whether we can help the Spring Country or not, as our allies, we cannot turn a blind eye to their situation."

The dwarf warrior slowly raised his head, revealing his true colors under the light from the skylight at the top of the felt tent. If Allen were present at this time, he might still feel that the face of the dwarf warrior in front of him was very familiar, but it was Nordin Thoris, the leader of the Oak Temple Knights of Mansha City.

"Of course, with the current situation in the wilderness, even your military support on the Hultan frontline position has been delayed, let alone the Kingdom of Spring thousands of miles away. However, we can at least provide you with materials and supplies. The Kingdom of Spring will definitely help."

"The longer they hold on in the Kingdom of Spring, the more help they will have to our wilderness. Helping them is actually helping us!!"

Nordin's original exquisite armor was full of scratches of varying thicknesses. For almost two years, he had led the paladins of the Oak Temple Knights to serve as a firefighter on various dangerous battlefields in the wilderness. , almost never had a good rest.

This time he personally went south to the Hultan front line with a secret mission. The previous mission of Allen and his team was part of his mission.

At this time, faced with Ahmad's doubts, Nordin's response was somewhat powerless, but in those tired eyes, the light of hope that seemed to never go out was still shining tenaciously. Perhaps this was what he The motivation to keep going.

"But, wouldn't it be too risky for you to let these boys carry out this mission and hide such important things inside?"

There was worry in Ahmad's eyes, which was completely different from the indifference he had when facing Allen and the others. Although the felt tent blocked his sight, his eyes seemed to penetrate directly through the thick felt blanket of the tent, falling down. On the group of warriors who were slowly running out of the Chinese army's position, taking a long detour, or running wildly on horseback.

"What can I do?"

Nordin shrugged helplessly.

"How many of us old bones have the guts to cross the long blockade of the devil in the south? The longer we live, the more afraid we are of death. We are two or three hundred years old, but no one is willing to take the initiative to stand up. Said he was going to the Kingdom of Spring in danger!!"

"Of course, among these demons, tieflings and enchanted devils are also powerful in prophecy spells, and they can always predict the whereabouts of our old guy in advance. Guys like Laurel are also always watching the battlefield. As long as we fall If you show any trace of your identity, it will definitely attract their covetous attention."

"The legendary soul, in the eyes of these bastards, is comparable to a semi-artifact!!"

What Nordin said was a very practical issue. If we really wanted to provide support or send a secret message, the best and most effective way would definitely be for legendary strongmen like them to go out in person. But every legend in the wilderness is the heart and soul of their respective tribes, how could they be willing to let them take such a big risk!

Not to mention, legends like them have a certain degree of sensitivity, coupled with mysterious prophecy spells, the more powerful people who have a huge impact on the real world, the easier it is to be affected by prophecy spells and various magical powers. Talents are not detectable unless they have some means of shielding prophecy spells.

On the contrary, high-level peak warriors like Allen and the others have more opportunities to pass through the demon's position, and the risks they take are far smaller than those of legendary powerhouses like them.

The considerations involved, in fact, even if Nordin didn't explain it to Ahmed, he himself understood it clearly.

"As long as that thing can be safely delivered to the hands of the Spring Kingdom defenders, it will at least allow them to delay the war for the first half of the year."

"In half a year, if those bastards from the Alliance are too lazy to wait, they should be able to put their plans in place, and your burden will be much lighter!"

Nordin was actually very embarrassed to face his friend Ahmad. Since Mansha City gave a batch of support to the Centaurs tribe half a year ago, until now, this second batch of so-called reinforcements is just a number. When will it be specific? To be in place, Notin, a senior member of the Oak Temple, could not get an exact time.

There is no way. The situation in the wilderness is too complicated. The minds of various large tribes can never reach an agreement. In addition, selfish characters are prevalent. Therefore, even if there is a resolution at the Mansha City meeting, there are no real actions. Sometimes, many tribes will find reasons of one kind or another to slow down the progress of their plans.

"hope so!!"

Ahmed's eyes were wandering and his heart was heavy.

If the enemy they faced was not a demon but a being like the human kingdom with no communication, perhaps the behavior of the Wilderness Tribe would have long ago forced the Centaur Tribe to give up their current camp. In order to resist the demons, the three tribes of men and horses have lost more than 10 warriors in the past two years. In the flames of war with no future prospects, Ahmad cannot estimate how many more will die in the future. How many centaur warriors will this war finally end?

Perhaps, this war will consume the last drop of blood of the centaur warriors, and then after the entire centaur grassland is slaughtered by demons, it will have nothing to do with their centaur clan.

Allen didn't know that there was something deeper hidden in their mission. After leaving the Chinese army camp, he rode his group of Mondo horses and galloped towards the east.

Behind the map handed to him, there was some content written in common script, which was information about the vast area occupied by demons. Although it seems that this information is very rough, and most of it uses words such as heard and expected, but compared to Allen's team of goblins who know nothing about the human world, there is still some gain.

Allen did not choose to join forces with other wilderness comrades, but made plans to go south alone. Of course, among the companions who accepted the mission, almost no one planned to go together, except for a few guys who were said to be old friends.

In fact, Allen had impressions of many faces in the felt tent. Many of them had spent time together in the buffer zone just like Allen. Such a person is naturally arrogant, full of confidence in his own skills, and does not think that having more people will provide more help.

After all, this is a long journey, through a vast land full of demons, and one person's goal is ultimately much smaller than one more person. Especially those warriors who have advanced into thieves, they have no idea in their eyes how difficult this task will be. Perhaps the only troublesome thing is that it is thousands of miles away, and it is impossible for them to bring a burden on the road.

Allen also has his own advantage, which is his talent for dark vision that is different from ordinary people. He can see hundreds of meters from a place where he can't see his fingers.

After receiving this task and knowing its contents, Allen's first thought was to use his outstanding talents and a few scrolls to get through the devil's defense.

There are only so many demon armies. According to the prophetic spells and divine spells obtained from the natural temple, their approximate size is around 50. At the same time, they have to raid the human Lion Heart Kingdom, the Capital of Spring Valley, the borders of the Orc Empire, and the wilderness. , in fact, if we really calculate it, the opponent's military strength cannot control the territory they currently occupy.

Of course, the devil does not need to control or rule these lands, and has never thought of running these territories. Demons who are born to be destroyers and killing machines come to Feynman's world, a land full of temptations. Any living creature that can move within their sight is a delicious meal in their eyes.

Therefore, in fact, in the vast territory occupied by demons, apart from the relatively dense demonic armies on the battlefields where they confront other forces and kingdoms on the front lines, there are not too many actual demon garrison troops in the demon-dominated areas.

Mundo's horse galloped at full speed, which was a little faster than Allen's two-legged journey. Of course, the biggest advantage was that it saved Allen's physical strength. It wasn't until after running wildly for more than three hundred miles that Mondo's horse gradually started to stagger, and the breathing between its noses became much heavier, and he was exhaling heavily.

Allen slowly pulled the reins. After the war horse gradually slowed down, he jumped off the horse neatly, stroked the horse gently, and untied the horse's harness with two snaps.

"Okay, little guy, you have completed your mission by sending me here."

"Be smarter in the future and don't let anyone catch you again!!"

"Snapped!!"

A slap hit the war horse's fat butt hard, and accompanied by a burst of Herod's scream, the Mondo war horse stood up, and then rushed towards the grassland to the north without looking back, lifting the back of his neck. The tufts of mane fluttering in the wind.

After letting go of his mount, Allen put the harness into the dimensional bag on the spot. These guys might even be useful in the future. After Haosheng sorted out his equipment and tools, Allen clapped his hands with satisfaction, then raised his head and carefully identified the direction. After determining the direction, he started running towards the southeast.

This wild run lasted another night, and coupled with the distance traveled by the horses during the day, Allen had traveled more than 500 miles in one day and one night.

When the sun appeared in the eastern sky and the sunlight shone on the ground, Allen stopped and began to look for a hidden place to rest.

(End of this chapter)