The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 406 Duel and Fighting
  There was a brief silence, followed by Bartó's stern sarcasm and unyielding refusal.

"On behalf of our Lord, I thank Bishop Philemon for the decision made by your church. However, even if our Lord is asleep, the believers in the wilderness under the blessing of His divine grace will never tolerate infringement!!"

"The Ajnaga tribe are loyal followers of our Lord, and their interests must not be deprived by outsiders for any reason!!"

"..."

Bartlow spoke righteously, and his words were firm words to safeguard the interests of the Ajinaga tribe. It was as if the Oak Church was really just to protect the interests of loyal believers, and never mentioned the interests of their church in the two fortresses. .

Bilaire's eyes were deep, and he finally inspired Bartero to express his clear attitude in support of his tribe. He still didn't know how to give up when things were easy, and he spoke out on the spot to echo Bartero's will.

"Chief Yarel, your tribe is in short supply of supplies. You don't think of a way to solve it, but you want to use the interests of other tribes to make up for your own shortcomings. Doesn't this make sense?"

"If your tribe doesn't have that ability, don't be brave and do things you can't do. Otherwise, if there is another large-scale war, won't your warriors starve to death?"

"..."

Since the other party was already so shameless, Bilaire had nothing to worry about, and his words were a bit more sarcastic, which sounded particularly harsh to Ariel's ears.

"you!!!"

Bartero's attitude actually determined Philemon's next actions. Since they both belonged to the Temple of Nature, it would be difficult for them to quarrel with each other. Therefore, after testing each other's will, Philemon became somewhat calmer.

"Okay, since Bishop Bartlow and Patriarch Bilaire both have strong opinions on this matter, but the matter of forming an army is indeed very important, how about you all take a step back?"

"Chief Yarel responded to the call of the temple and the Alliance Council and formed an army of 20,000 people ready to go to war at any time. So Chief Bilaire and your tribe cannot fail to express their opinions, right? In other words, you are also considered a member of the wilderness, more or less. You have to do it, right? Why don't your tribe dispatch another five thousand warriors to train with Chief Yarel's army, and then the Ajinaga tribe will be responsible for the logistics and supplies of this army."

"If a war really breaks out, the exploits and spoils gained by your army on the battlefield will be divided equally between your two tribes. This will not count..."

"..."

The conversation that followed became more intense, and even people like Allen and Zolf had to express their opinions under the glances of Bilaire and Bartlow. Of course, as allies, Allen and the others will inevitably be more inclined to Birrell, but it is not necessarily true that they fully support the other party.

Except for Allen, who has a very close relationship with the Oak Church, so his attitude will be consistent with Bartlow. The other old foxes have already been calculated by Bilaire once, and naturally they cannot be used too much by the other party. He just said some kind words for Bilaire, not even a slightly tougher tone.

Both sides are entities that they cannot afford to offend. Zolf and the others cannot offend either party just for the sake of a small group that has just been established. The fact that they are still sitting in the meeting place is already their greatest support for Bilaire. .

However, even the superficial verbal support has already achieved Bilaire's goal and made Ariel's previous plans full of variables.

"The rest are all fake. Otherwise, how about a fight between you and me to decide the distribution?"

"Hehehe, don't you think it's obvious that you bully my tribe's strong men as there are not as many as yours? You're really shameless!!"

Tuqiong saw that in the end it still depends on the strength of the two tribes, but it was obvious that Bileir was guarding against this move, and he immediately refused with a look of contempt.

"We don't fight against the strong ones, but against the high-level peak warriors under our command. Each clan sends ten warriors to fight, either one-on-one or as a team, to determine the final outcome of our two clans. How about that?"

Ariel actually felt uncomfortable in his heart. If strong men like Zhan Rui and Zolf were not present, then he might still choose a duel between strong men.

He had already taken into account Allen, the legend who invested in the Ajinaga tribe, so the number of legendary strongmen from the Ajinaga tribe was exactly the same as the number of legends from the Snowmi tribe, but if you really want to calculate the overall strength If so, the Snowmi tribe, which has one high-level and two intermediate-level tribes, can be said to have completely crushed the Ajinaga tribe.

But now that there are several variables such as Zolf and Zhan Rui, Ariel feels that something is wrong, so in the end he decided to activate the backup plan and let the outstanding warriors of the clan decide the interests of their meeting. .

Bilaire was moved. In terms of the strength of the legendary warriors and above, their tribe may not be as good as Snowmi, but with the strength of the elite warriors below the legend, he would never believe that the other party could have the next generation carefully cultivated by his tribe. powerful.

Gritting his teeth, Bilaire made a decision on the spot after some struggle. The small group that was finally established must not let the other party see his weakness! !

After this incident, the relationship between himself and the Oak Church will no longer be as close as before. If the Ajinaga tribe wants to protect itself, it will have to rely on him to sacrifice the interests of the tribe to form it. small group. If it seems too weak at this time, then guys like Zhan Rui and Zolf will definitely think that the Ajinaga tribe is not strong enough, and then stand up to fight for the dominance of the small team, which is what should be done.

"Well, if our clan wins the final victory, then as the initiator of this dispute, your Snowmi clan's interests in our two fortresses will be directly halved!!"

"...If our clan wins, then the tax revenue from the two fortresses will increase by another 15% on the original basis!!!"

"Impossible, at most 10%!!!"

"it is good!!!"

Allen watched with great interest, constantly thinking about the psychological changes of the people in front of him. As the party being won over, he felt very relaxed at this time. In addition to being used by Bilaire and Bartero to make each other speak and wave the flag, now he is just a spectator, watching the various methods of the high-level officials in the wilderness.

The next thing is simple. In order to select suitable fighters and suitable tactics, Bile postponed the match date to three days later. This did not cause any controversy. After all, the host was the host, so this convenience was still necessary. some.

Allen had an attitude of learning and communication, and took this time to have a good communication with Zhan Rui, Zolf and others. Now, driven by interests, everyone has formed a small group. It would also be good if we could use this as a springboard to give more help to tribes joining the alliance in the future.

Obviously, the ogre chief Nigel and Allen had the same idea. The two of them just stood in front of the two lizardmen and the kobold and kept talking.

During this period, Bilaire, who was supposed to be preparing for the duel, still came to talk to Allen, Nigel and others every night, and apologized to them with deep apologies, while also giving Allen and the others their due. A gift from the young master, to express his purpose of using Allen and others to scare Ariel and his party. At the same time, in order to stabilize everyone's mood, Bilaire also delivered the 10% of the previously promised income directly to the contact point selected by everyone in Namur Fortress in kind. Fifty thousand gold coins were put together in a dozen huge iron and wooden boxes and piled up in the cellar of the contact point. This was the income of the Nasir Fortress for one year. Everything else is fake, and only real money is the most real thing. With this seemingly modest amount of money, the cohesion of the small team of 'Ring of Thorns' becomes a little stronger.

Tens of thousands of gold coins are nothing in the eyes of today's legendary figures, but don't forget, this is 10% of Nasir Fortress' annual income. From the day we form an alliance, everyone will be able to obtain at least this amount of funds every year in the future. No matter how you look at it, it is a very worthwhile thing.

Of course, this also verified the fact from the side, that is, the foundation of the Ajinaga tribe is much stronger than what they show.

While everyone was in a state of confusion, Allen himself had several visitors, including the northern bishop of the Oak Church, Bartolo, whose name he had never heard of before, and the northern chief priest of the Natural Church, Philemon, as well as several people who had visited him in the past. Ariel, the chief of the Snowmi tribe at the intersection.

Although the purpose of these people is not obvious, Allen can vaguely feel the potential meanings behind each communication. Bartlow is to consolidate the good relationship between each other, while Philemon and Ariel are People, on the other hand, completely want to win over Allen and let him join the Natural Church and return to the embrace of the Snowmi tribe.

Allen never thought that one day he would be so popular, and so many big shots would take a fancy to him and come over to woo him.

Of course, Allen is still very self-aware. He knows very well that these people have not only visited him, but also visited the rooms of several other strong men. They also chatted with each other for a long time. Although he did not know the specific content of the conversation, Allen I believe there shouldn't be much difference from what I talked about.

Moreover, although the other party showed all kinds of goodwill, he didn't really promise much in kind, at least not enough to impress Allen. In contrast, the 10% of the proceeds that Billaire took the initiative to give to the team in order to form a small group, just his generous hand, already made Allen have his own choice in his mind.

Then on the third day, a contest between the warriors of the two races began in the military camp square in Namur Fortress.

Among the ten warriors from the Ajinaga tribe, five were bugbears, three hobgoblins, and two dwarfs. Judging by their attire, almost all bugbears in this team are extremely explosive berserkers. Among the three hobgoblins, there is actually a paladin wearing an oak leaf badge. As for the remaining two dwarves, A high-level spellcaster trained under the Ajinaga tribe.

The ten-man troll team on the other side has three rangers, carrying several spears on their backs, and a shaman. The rest of the warriors look like they are ordinary warriors in terms of their clothing and weapons.

Allen looked at the twenty warriors in the square with great interest, looking forward to what kind of exciting fight they would show next. Nigel came close to him, as interested as Allen. Because there was not much difference in tribe strength and each other had the same goal, Allen and Nigel had a lot of fun chatting and getting along well over the past two days, and they also exchanged a lot of experiences.

Zhan Rui and Jie Lang on the other side started shouting softly. They took the outcome of the fight as a bet and began to place bets on their favorite objects. They had no intention of worrying about Bilaire.

"Knife and gun have no eyesight, life and death depend on fate. This is a fair and just duel. You must not use this as an excuse to seek revenge on the other side after the war!"

Rarely, the host of a duel involving ordinary warriors was actually taken over by Philemon, the Northern Priest of the Church of Nature. Wearing a green priest's robe, Philemon was standing in the middle of the square. He slowly raised a scepter in his hand, and a brilliant magical spell flew directly into the air, taking away the dazzling light of the blazing sun in the sky. When the divine spell finally ended When the ray of light dissipated, the twenty warriors of the two tribes began to kill without hesitation.

Whoosh whoosh! !

Several javelins were thrown directly by the troll warriors, and then were easily blocked by the bugbear warriors holding heavy weapons who bore the brunt. Behind the bugbear warrior, the hobgoblin paladin and the two dwarf spellcasters began to pray, recite incantations, and construct spell models.

Several blessing spells were cast on several companions. The originally strong bugbears and hobgoblin warriors suddenly grew stronger, which naturally brought greater strength and explosive power.

At the same time, the troll shaman suddenly had several totems made of white bones and gloomy wood in his hands. After placing them on the ground, they covered their companions with several blessing magic effects just like the strong men in the human field. .

The goblin warriors who launched a mass charge crashed directly into the enemy's formation due to their physical strength and the effect of blessing spells. On the ground, vines suddenly sprouted up and wrapped around the ankles of the goblin warriors, trying to slow down their steps and delay their movements...

Allen frowned a little. Compared to the battlefield battles he had experienced, the battle between the twenty warriors in front of him was more like a battle among adventurers.

This is not to say that the adventurer's fight is not dangerous enough, but in Allen's view, the duel between the two tribes should at least send two elite warriors to fight according to the fighting method of the army, so that it can be more evident. The strength of a tribe.

Various powerful spell scrolls full of magical effects in the field were thrown away by the warriors of both sides as if they were free. Various divine spells and spells were also applied to each other's casters' magic weapons, one by one, on their teammates and enemies. .

In the square, there were already casualties. A troll was not careful, but a bugbear warrior was cautious. The fury skill was activated directly. In conjunction with the blessing spells on his body, he slashed down with an ax on the spot. Any blocking or protective spells in front of him were blocked. Neither the weapon nor the props could stop the heavy and sharp double-edged battle ax in the hand of the bugbear warrior. The target in front of him was split into two pieces from the shoulder by the bugbear warrior.

The death of their companions did not bring much psychological shock to the troll warriors. They still waved their weapons resolutely, their eyes cold and ruthless.

More and more warriors died, and the battle became more and more cruel. For example, now, a hobgoblin sword dancer was shot by a troll ranger's javelin, directly piercing one of his thighs, along with the flesh and blood of his thighs. The strong leg bone underneath was also directly broken into two pieces.

Without a thigh, the hobgoblin is almost useless to the sword dancers who rely on speed to fight the enemy. The cold light in his eyes flashed away, and his remaining left leg squatted hard on the ground, and then like a cannonball, he crashed directly into a giant magician in front of him.

The heavy mace in the strongman's hand, without hesitation, hit the chest of the hobgoblin who rushed forward without making any defensive movements. After a dull sound, the hobgoblin's entire chest sunk inward on the spot, and at the same time, his mouth He also spurted out green blood, covering the cheeks of the troll in front of him.

Although his forward lunge was interrupted by the mace, the hobgoblin managed to hold on for a breath and firmly grasped the handle of the mace before he could retract it with his right hand. Using the power of the opponent's retraction of the weapon, he used his left arm to hug the bear. The opponent's body restricted the opponent's movements with his own body.

The compatriots behind him seized the opportunity that his teammates had given their lives for. Without any hesitation, he stabbed forward with the heavy sword in his hands along the back of his companions. Both bodies were struck by the long heavy sword on the spot. Pierced twice.

At this time, the hobgoblin sword dancer took his last breath and fell on the heavy sword of his companion with joy.

The bugbear was about to take back the heavy sword and take advantage of the situation to hit the injured troll's vitals again, but he did not expect that the other party's will was equally tenacious, and his whole body, together with the body of the hobgoblin, was sent into the arms of the bugbear. The heavy sword made a stabbing sound on the troll's armor and flesh. Before the bugbear could let go and sheath the sword, the troll's long arms had already grabbed the bugbear's hands holding the heavy sword, and they tightly entangled the bugbear. Let go until you see the bugbear's big head being pierced directly by a javelin and crushed into pulpy tofu.

In just over a magic hour, twenty high-level peak warriors fell one by one in front of Allen and the others. Even the three powerful and precious spellcasters in Allen's eyes were defeated by their opponents at the very beginning. At that time, he was strangled at all costs.

When a warrior suffered a deep bloody cut on his stomach and the layers of intestines in his stomach were broken and fell to the ground, he pierced the eyes of the last opponent in front of him with a sword. When the sword was nailed to the filthy square, Philemon, as the host, applied a magical spell to heal serious injuries on the final winner and began to make a loud cry.

"I declare that the final winner is..."

(End of this chapter)