The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 362 Restoration of the Grassland
  Mauro made a heavy slash, and the heavy steel ax directly flew away the demonic opponent in front of him. Before he could make any follow-up actions, another demon occupied the position of his companion who had previously been flown upside down, grinning with a big grin covered with sharp teeth. Mouth, madly pounced on Mauro.

Around Mauro, a group of hobgoblin and bugbear warriors wearing heavy armor and tightly wrapped up were fighting bravely, their eyes fierce and unwavering.

It was the first time for Mauro and the 49 companions behind him to experience such a scene of tens of thousands of people fighting. It would be a lie to say that they did not have any worries and fears. But when they actually went to the battlefield and fought against the fierce and crazy demon, the hearts of a group of goblin warriors no longer had too much hesitation and fear.

This is the first battle that Mauro and his group of green field warriors have come to the Centaur Grassland. Since they left the green field plain 4 months ago, they went to Bonn City of the Snowmi Tribe in the Cattor Mountains, and fought with the main force of Snowmi, There were other warriors from the vassal tribes who gathered and headed south, but they had never experienced any battle before.

The original front line of the Hultan Plain had been recaptured by reinforcements led by the generals of the three tribes, who arrived earlier, before they arrived for support. The main force of demons on the grassland did not take the initiative to retreat like the demon army on the front line of the Lion Heart Kingdom, but stood alone on the battlefield.

Of course, this may be related to the fact that the front line of the Centaur Grassland is far away and it is difficult to retreat in a short time, but at the same time, I am afraid that the demon coach knows that if the wilderness alliance launches a counterattack, it will also be a considerable threat to their main demon force.

In this case, it is necessary to delay the march of the Wilderness Alliance Army southward and create more opportunities and time for the main demonic force to attack the Orc Empire.

Of course, just as the demons feared, the Wilderness Alliance, under the leadership of the Temple of Nature, finally launched a powerful counterattack against the demons. Hundreds of thousands of legions formed by tribes in the wilderness waved their strong arms and swept forward like wild waves. The demon army, which had become a lone army with no follow-up support, drove them step by step towards the ground in the south.

It was against this background that Mauro and the 40 green field warriors he led participated in what was said to be the battle to regain the last territory of the Centaur Grassland.

The demonic remnant army only has about 6 players, and the wilderness coalition army opposite them is close to 40 in size. The magnificent army's felt tents are densely packed behind the front line positions, and the flags are fluttering in the wind with the breeze of the grassland.

Before leaving, Patriarch Allen told Mauro and the goblin warriors countless times to remember to maintain their formation and never be scattered or confused. This was a painful lesson that Allen, Kerr and the others had learned with the lives of their compatriots on the battlefield.

But the battle at this time seems to be very different from what Chief Allen described! !

The soldiers who were already in the phalanx began to jump out of the formation and hunt down the demon soldiers who were running back. Looking at the battlefield, the warriors of all races in the coalition basically had the upper hand. Everywhere they jumped out of the phalanx of the legions and moved forward. The figure of the warrior in the wilderness who is being hunted.

"Uncle, let's rush forward too!!"

Behind Mauro, a young hobgoblin wearing a fine iron helmet stretched out his head and looked into the distance, admiringly asking Mauro.

"Look, those guys have killed several demons now. If it were later, we wouldn't be able to catch even one demon!!"

Previously, in order to obtain recommendation documents, all the merits earned by Allen and others from fighting, patrolling, and other tasks were attributed to the Snowmi tribe. But now, although they still sent troops for Snowmi, in the end, the merits achieved by Mauro and the others were attributed to the Green Field Tribe alone.

This also means that if Mauro and his group of warriors can kill one more demon on the battlefield, they will have a few more merits on their heads. After returning to Mansha City, Mauro and the others can rely on their merits to conquer the city. The Logistics Office of the Shoufu, in exchange for the various trophies, inheritance crystals, etc. they want, as long as their merits are sufficient.

Because they can see rewards for their efforts, the young boys sent out by the clan are a little restless. Every day they dream about earning a few crystals for the clan like Miss Kerr, so that they can reflect their ability.

"Why are you so anxious? There will be plenty of opportunities for you to kill demons in the future!!"

Mauro turned around, stared with a pair of big eyes, and fiercely suppressed Luoluo's eager emotions.

Although the Wilderness Alliance dominated the field at this time, according to the decision discussed by Allen and Mauro, they were forced to send troops this time. They did not expect to earn much merit, but only hoped to get the troops sent by the clan. This group of warriors can bring back a few more alive.

When choosing the leader of the team, Allen was torn between Pavao and Mauro for a long time. Both of them have relatively calm personalities, which makes them more suitable than Dashan, a guy who has been with Allen for a longer time. As the leader of the team, he went south to fight.

In the end, Allen chose Mauro instead of the stronger Pavao. The reason is that Mauro can be calmer when facing the devil, and Pavao, this guy, died after his eldest son died. After being in the hands of the devil, there are always times when he can't hold back his hatred when facing the devil, and he is relatively more impulsive.

Although Dashan's temperament and personality have changed a lot over the years, his impulsive, greedy, and short-sighted problems are still there. It's okay to leave him to sit in the village. At least Allen will keep an eye on him and won't cause any trouble. But if he wants to let him go south, what Allen fears most is that he will randomly command the boys in the clan. On the battlefield If you act on impulse, the warriors of the clan will have to bear the final price.

It's not that Mauro can't clearly see the situation on the battlefield in front of him, it's just that he shoulders the burden of the lives of 49 tribesmen behind him. Every order he issues needs to be considered carefully, otherwise the price paid by the tribesmen will be huge if he is not careful. Very heavy.

"Everyone arrange their formation for me. If anyone runs around, I will break his legs when he comes back!!"

In the end, Mauro suppressed his impulse and calmly issued orders to the soldiers behind him.

A group of ground elites were unwilling to give up. They saw more and more wilderness warriors launching a charge. Many wilderness warriors who were still behind them in the military formation now surpassed Mauro's formation and ran forward wildly.

Only a few military formations still maintained a relatively complete formation, and together with Mauro's queue, they slowly pressed forward in an orderly manner.

He didn’t know how long he had been chasing. Mauro could only see that the silhouettes of the wilderness warriors he was chasing in the distance had turned into tiny dots. What was originally a whole wilderness army had now split into two teams unconsciously. The distance in between is almost ten miles.

From this point on, we can see that the biggest problem with the wilderness army is that their military discipline and military literacy are so poor that they are almost like a ragtag group of bandits, not much different. Of course, this is also conceivable. Although it seems that each of the more than 100 members of the alliance has supported at least half of the army, the actual army that belongs to each official member will never exceed 2,000. Most of the remaining warriors were warriors recruited by vassal tribes like Mauro and the others.

Most of these vassal tribes are still busy working for three meals a day. How can they effectively train their armies like large tribes? Many of the tactical qualities of these tribal warriors come from the poor experience accumulated during hunting and fighting. Although the leaders of various tribes along the way have specifically trained these guys in coordinated operations, formations and other tactics, in just a few years How can these sloppy wilderness natives change their bad habits for many years in just a few months!

"woo woo woo woo!!"

The horn horn sounded, and then there was no charge call from the surroundings. The tribal leaders who suppressed the main force under their command and slowly moved forward, followed the signal conveyed by the horn, and issued stern orders.

"Form up on the spot!!! Prepare to fight!!!"

"Arrange on the spot!! Prepare to fight!!!"

Hearing this sudden order and seeing the hoarse shouts of the commanders around him, Mauro's heart suddenly tightened. Looking ahead, the figure of the wilderness warrior who was already a tiny black dot in the distance gradually enlarged in his eyes. , there were waves of low roars coming from the ground. Like thunder in the sky, the sound gradually echoed in the ears from low to high, and the silhouettes of the wilderness warriors in the distance gradually became visible. However, most of their faces were frightened and confused at this time, and they had long lost the fierceness when they fought out before. with excitement.

Behind the other party, a large swath of black people followed their footsteps, rushing toward the grassland. There were crazy and ferocious demons. Every time they caught up with a wilderness native, the opponent had a battle ax in his hand and a pair of sharp and sharp swords. The claws chopped and tore the bodies of the wilderness natives mercilessly, and finally threw them into the mouth and chewed them in large chunks. The blood of the wilderness natives was flowing everywhere on their bodies.

After all, demons are a race that fights all year round. The bloody battle with demons in the abyss lasted for tens of thousands of years. Their chaotic nature makes them often fight for various resources in their lives, and they also fight for The lords fought and fought. Compared to the natives in the wilderness, demons have much more experience in fighting on the battlefield. Now they are at a disadvantage simply because of a lack of troops, but that doesn't mean they don't have the ability to fight back.

In fact, from the very beginning of this war, several legendary demon commanders such as the Balor Fire Demon Commander Laurel and the Six-Armed Snake Demon Commander Ainz had already formulated strategic plans. They would first show the enemy weakness and then integrate their subordinates. The strongest legion, waiting for work in the rear, gave these guys, who had won several battles and had some psychological pride, a heavy lesson.

"Get ready to throw your spear!!!"

"shoot!!!"

In the sky, the sky was full of rain, and there were few phalanxes of men and horses in the wilderness alliance that maintained intact structures. Under the command of their commanders, they all pulled out the throwing spears on their horses, waved their strong arms, and fiercely moved forward. Throw the spear.

Take, take, take! ! Take it! !

Everyone in the demon phalanx fell on their backs, and there were also many fleeing warriors from the wilderness tribe. They became the fish in the pond and screamed miserably and fell to the ground, and were trampled into flesh by pairs of demon claws.

“Get ready to meet the enemy!!”     “Attack!!!”

The great goblin Luo Luo and his companions had pale green faces at this moment. If leader Mauro hadn't been able to keep his composure and forcefully stop everyone's impulsive desire to kill, their fate would never have been as tragic as that of those others. How much better are the wilderness soldiers on their way back.

At least, at this time, they still have time to prepare for defense in advance, and there are other established legion colleagues around them to cheer each other up.

boom! ! Crack! ! clang! ! Boom! !
  In a close encounter, the brave wins. Mauro and the surrounding goblin warriors used all their strength to throw the heavy weapons in their hands at the figures in front of them one after another without sparing any effort. They have no chance to check their gains, and they don't care to strike a blow at the still-breathing demon at their feet. They goblins only have one thing on their minds right now, and that is to swing their weapons! !

If the previous battle with the demons was a gentle breeze, then what Mauro and the others faced now was the vast sea in the hurricane, with demon figures rushing towards them everywhere, as if they would never be able to kill them all. .

Mauro retracted his heavy ax just a little late, and a demon's spear came forward, stabbing his thick armor, leaving a deep mark, until it penetrated Mauro's chest along the splicing of the armor. Scapular position.

"Humph!"

Mauro groaned in pain, let go of the handle of the battle ax with his left hand, grabbed the spear of the demon in front of him, and slashed down with the heavy battle ax in his right hand. The demon in front of him was divided into two parts and slipped in front of Mauro.

Next to him, a goblin warrior was hooked in the sharp claws by a vlo demon swooping above his head. At the same time, the pair of wide flesh wings spread out and led the goblin warrior into the sky, giving Mauro and the others no chance to rescue him.

Luo Luo was furious and used the basic ax skills he had honed in the village over the years to the extreme. He used all his strength in every chop without any reservation. Needless to say, the results of the tribesmen who were captured in the sky were also around him, and there were also more than a dozen tribesmen who disappeared among the corpses on the ground.

"Die!!!"

A heavy war hammer hit Luo Luo head-on. The ferocious and ferocious face of the horned demon in front of him was directly printed in Luo Luo's pupils. Thinking of the deaths of his companions one by one, he felt sad in his heart. The anger and hatred in his heart ignited his blood. The violent anger was transformed into tyrannical power under the pressure of his rapidly beating heart. The battle ax split open the horned demon in one fell swoop. The war hammer also left a deep hole on the opponent's head with a single horn, and his pale brain was exposed to the air.

All around, the warriors of the wilderness tribe who still maintained their intact formation were fighting hard and bravely without retreating a step. Behind them, more wilderness legion phalanxes advanced, gradually regaining the disadvantageous situation.

"Jie Jie Jie!!!"

"Boom!!!"

A wave of air rushed in front of Mauro and the others, filled with the smell of blood and sulfur. A small mountain-like body appeared in mid-air. Laurel, the leader of the Balor Fire Demon, arrogantly threw out a fireball-like spell. Originally, it was only the third and fourth levels. The spell, in the hands of a legendary level expert, was as powerful as level 8. When it landed on the ground, it set off a wave of fire, leaving a deep pit dozens of meters wide on the ground.

"Destroyer of nature, damn it!!"

A majestic and cold shout came, and at the same time, there seemed to be a breeze blowing on the ground. A cold and gentle breath suddenly appeared in Mauro's body. The wounds on his body that he struggled to fight were a little itchy. After a light touch, he suddenly discovered that he didn't know. Before he knew it, his wounds had healed.

On the ground, the grass became greener and greener, and vitality suddenly appeared in this somber battlefield.

Mauro looked up, and saw a tree man standing in the sky with a few sparse branches and leaves. In the arm wrapped with branches on the left, a vine penetrated into the ground, soothing the injuries of countless wilderness natives around him. On the opposite side, the land lifted up piece by piece, as if some giant beast appeared underground, and then roots thicker than bugbears' waists swept towards the group of crazy killing demons like octopuses.

The incarnation of the Father Oak in Feynman's world, Bethelmer, who had always stood in the Castle of Thorns, finally showed his powerful and unparalleled power in front of the world.

The vines disappeared from Beslmai's hands, and then the ground trembled again. A Behemoth-like beast made of plant vines and roots stood up in the sky, beating its chest silently but fiercely.

Boom! ! Boom! ! !

Two thick arms swept towards the ground, and countless demons rolled and flew into the sky on the spot, while more demons did not even have such luck and were directly crushed into pulp.

"Beiselmai, you self-abandoned puppet, you are seeking death!!!"

Laurel, who had been arrogant for a moment, had a fierce look in his eyes, and he threw a powerful fire magic, hitting the Behemoth imitation beast that was raging in the demon army, regardless of the fire mage. Will it accidentally hurt the surrounding demons?

Just as the magic was flying in the air, the tree man Beslmai on the opposite side had already been prepared. He threw a dispelling magic spell forward, which happened to collide with the opponent's fire magic. The two spells dissipated and disappeared after rubbing his eyes. It caused the slightest ripple, even worse than Laurel's previous fireball technique.

At the same time, Beselmai's body skyrocketed and transformed into the shape of a giant dragon. He waved his wings and pounced on Laurel fiercely, and the two sides immediately struggled with each other.

There were waves of tremors and vibrations on the ground, which was the residual power of the battle between legendary level warriors. The surrounding warriors from both sides did not stop and continued to fight hard. With the help of the Behemoth beast transformed from the vines, the battle situation tilted towards the Wilderness Alliance faster. No matter how ferocious the demons were, their numerical disadvantage was still there.

Tactics can gain a temporary advantage, but the final victory on the battlefield still depends on the strength of both sides.

Night began to cover the earth. On the battlefield that had been fighting for most of the day, the remnants of the demons were already resisting. The follow-up troops from the wilderness coalition came up to support and replaced Mauro and his group of soldiers who had been fighting for a long time.

As early as two magic hours ago, the Behemoth beast summoned by Beselmai's magic had turned into vine roots all over the ground again, and Beselmai himself was chasing Laurel's legendary demon. The figure disappeared into the horizon.

After all, there was such a big difference in strength. It was already very rare for a demon who was no more than a mid-level legendary demon to have the courage to entangle him in the face of an incarnation of a god. But it is naturally impossible for a legendary strong man to sacrifice his life for a vain idea.

When he knew that he had no hope of victory, and that if he continued to fight, he would probably lose his life in vain, Laurel directly sacrificed his body to resist the bite of Beselmai. After finding an opportunity to escape, he headed southwest without looking back. Speeding away in the direction.

Of the fifty warriors of the Green Field Tribe, 12 were killed directly in this fight, and 6 others were seriously injured and needed only a month to recuperate. The other tribesmen were all more or less injured, but with the help of the natural domain developed by the demigod Beslmai, the minor injuries had recovered, so there was no big problem.

Fortunately, the warriors from the tribe that Allen selected this time were almost all composed of berserkers, strongmen, and shield warriors. For their expedition, the Manduli couple were specially asked to build a batch of heavy and sturdy armors, and the raw materials were They were the various abyssal weapons that Allen had collected on the battlefield.

The requirement for the armor is very simple, it just needs to be thick and bulky, even if it makes the tribal warriors move slower and their skills will be reduced a bit.

Fighting in the battle formation, everything else is fake. Only if the defense is strong enough, can you have more hope of survival.

Anyway, hobgoblins and bugbear warriors have no other talents, except for their strength, which is definitely good. Even if they wear two hundred pounds of heavy armor, it actually doesn't affect everyone's battle too much. When chopping and fighting, it just takes more effort.

Of course, this arrangement has pros and cons. When the battlefield is dominant or the power is balanced, the protection brought by the heavy armor can give the tribesmen a greater hope of survival. But if you are at a disadvantage, running away with such armor will slow down everyone's escape and become a target for those who are lagging behind.

However, Allen believes that when the time comes, Mauro and his tribe will understand the choice. When it is time to abandon the heavy burden, there is no need for others to remind them.

The devil's counterattack was blocked by the Wilderness Alliance, but the price paid was not heavy. At least in terms of the death rate, the Wilderness Alliance suffered a great loss. Those wilderness warriors who didn't obey the orders and thought they were picking up the advantage and killed them out first were basically wiped out by the demons who chased them back, and the price paid was very low.

However, more than half of the demonic main force on the grassland was killed by the wilderness coalition forces in this decisive battle. The remaining demonic stragglers fled back to the human territory in the south. After several years, the Centaur Grassland finally came to an end. On this day it returned to the hands of the natives of the wilderness.

After this battle, what faced the wilderness commanders was another thorny problem: whether to go south to attack the nearest demon army, or to turn to the southwest to help the allies of the Orc Empire and kill the larger demon army.

(End of this chapter)