The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 814
  Allen was exhausted in front of the incarnation of the god Qirong. However, as the battle lasted longer, he felt that the other party was not really interested in killing him.

Just the dozen or so tree giants summoned by Qirong through the divine domain made Allen very uncomfortable, not to mention that they disrupted Allen's understanding of space. It was not easy to get familiar with the existing space rules again. If The other party really wanted to harm him, so maybe that would be the best opportunity to do so.

Of course, the strength shown by Allen also made Qirong very surprised or pleasantly surprised. The other party Ye did not expect that Allen could independently activate his divine power for fighting by groping alone.

Qirong had occasionally seen Allen exerting his magical power in battle before, but it was just a coincidence. Now it seems that this is not the case, but it makes Qirong take a closer look at Allen.

"How is it? Does the realm of gods open your eyes?"

The deep cracks that appeared on the ground were left by Allen's previous battles. However, these deep cracks slowly healed with Qirong's words, and the damaged grass and trees gradually returned to their original state.

At the same time, after fighting with Allen for a long time, the tree giants, each of which had legendary strength, returned to the appearance of trees and took root in their original land. At this time, these trees seemed to have no other abnormality except for being a little decadent and with sparse leaves and branches, which really opened Allen's eyes.

"More than a thousand years ago, this place was still on the border of my Centaur Grassland, so my domain can barely be used here. However, after all, humans have been developing and reproducing here for a long time, and the nest's influence here has gradually weakened. Otherwise, If I say that, I will just keep disrupting your understanding of this space, and with the help of these summons, it will be enough to take care of you."

Qirong fought when he said he wanted to, and stopped when he said he wanted to, but Allen had no choice at all. Now the opponent was standing in front of Allen without any defense, but Allen couldn't do anything to strike out with his prepared sword.

Seeing the incredible scenes in front of him, Allen once again felt a strong feeling of powerlessness, but just as he felt a little frustrated, he was swallowed up by a stronger fighting spirit.

If one day he masters such power, then with the power of the Green Field Tribe, which other force or enemy would dare to challenge them!
  For a time, Allen had a little more confidence in the path he had chosen, and at the same time he felt a little grateful to the incarnation of the gods in front of him.

If Allen still couldn't understand the purpose of the other party's sudden attack on him at this time, then he would have wasted so much wisdom and insight in learning and thinking.

"Thank you Qirong Mian for your guidance."

"Hehehe, there's no need to thank me. I just have itchy hands and want to find someone to loosen my muscles."

Qi Rong waved his hand and replied calmly.

"It's a pity that the will of Feynman's world is too strong. I just showed a little breath and let it be noticed. Otherwise, I can play with you again."

He gently clenched his fist, which seemed like an understatement, but inside, there was a supreme power fighting against Feynman's will, preventing his lowered will from being driven out of the world.

Allen, who was so close at hand, could not feel the majestic power exerted by the will of the world on Qi Rong at all. He just regretted that the time he had been in contact with Qi Rong's field was too short, and he could not feel and appreciate it more. A lot of stuff comes out.

Of course, even if he only stayed in the opponent's field for less than ten minutes, Allen gained a lot. At least it gave him a rough outline of the direction he wanted to go in the future.

"Okay, you can go back and let me wander around here alone to see these hometowns that once belonged to the Centaur Grassland."

"Then don't bother Mianxia."

The gods have all issued eviction orders, and naturally Allen can no longer stay shamelessly, and now he really needs to find a place to calm down and digest the inspiration he got from contacting the realm of gods today.

"Ok!"

call! !

A breeze rose, and the bugbear's figure flew into the sky, flying towards the east.

The young-looking incarnation of the centaur god looked back at Allen's back with a pair of golden pupils, revealing complex emotions in his eyes, including expectation and curiosity.
  Let Allen, a young bugbear demigod, learn about the realm of gods. It is something that no other incarnation of gods can do, but the demigod in front of him may be the only one willing to do this. .

For Qirong, he has always had a strong sense of loneliness and crisis, because there are more than a dozen spiritual churches preaching in the Mansha wilderness. Although they seem to be living in peace, they are full of joy and variety at night. Strange times and struggles.

If the Centaur clan hadn't already become a trend when the Church of Nature got involved, and if the Mansha Wilderness hadn't needed a powerful force to fight against humans in the southwest, then maybe the Centaur God Qirong and his clan It is impossible for the descendants of the descendants to control such a vast and wealthy territory.

Even the Centaurs and the Qirong themselves may have quietly perished in the tens of thousands of years of struggle for theocracy.

Although the natural temple forces absorbed Qirong into their camp, in fact these proud gods never considered Qirong to be a fellow traveler with them. Just because Qirong's own philosophy is not to maintain the balance of nature and the harmonious coexistence of intelligent creatures and nature, he and the centaurs he protects can destroy nature wantonly and overgraze grasslands in order to grow the race as much as possible.
  It is not that there are no existences among the native races who tried to attack the lofty throne, but in the end most of them failed. Only a few succeeded. Two of them were stigmatized as evil gods by other gods when they were about to ascend the throne. Thus being exiled into the endless abyss.

If the wilderness natives want to truly control their autonomy, they must gain the strength to coexist with the natural temple. It is impossible to do this only with the power of three or four limited local gods such as Qirong and Kurtumak.

Strength needs to be cultivated, especially for beings like them who rely more on the guardianship of their race to ascend to the throne of God. As long as there are no divine ascendants in this race, the possibility of conflicts between believers in the future will be extremely low.

If this is the case, then why not give some insignificant help to those geniuses who are native to the Mansha Wilderness and are not from their own race, so that they have an extra chance of success?
  Qirong and the centaur clan he needs to protect have seen their cruel future countless years ago. They are neighbors with a greedy, powerful and ambitious human civilization. If they do not have enough strength to support them, they will not have a strong backing support. , it is impossible to compete with the centaur family alone.

If you want to grow the ethnic group, you must work hard to develop the grassland of humans and horses and graze as many livestock as possible. This obviously violates the balance of nature and intensifies the differences between Qirong and the Temple of Nature.

The conflict of ideas between the two is almost as much as the conflict between believers. In the end, although both parties belong to the same camp, they have to drift apart.

Of course, fortunately, the Temple of Nature and Qirong still have the same powerful enemy. Facing this enemy, any one force will be unable to deal with it in the long run. Only the cooperation of the two forces can barely maintain the status quo. This makes They remain loosely aligned.

But privately, Qirong is also thinking about how to add a little more insurance to this fragile balance, at least so that he can have greater initiative, instead of being passive and helpless like now. This time His will came to the incarnation, originally for another action, but who would have thought that instead, He saw an interesting scene on the battlefield.

The scene of Allen using his divine power to fight happened to be seen by the incarnation of Qi Rong who was following the Centaur Legion. Perhaps most powerful people could not see Allen's use of divine power, but for Qi Rong, who was also a user of divine power. This powerful and familiar force made him immediately know Allen's secret.

Regarding the life of Allen, the new mainstay of the Wilderness Alliance, even if Qirong no longer cares about the trends in the wilderness, the senior officials of the three royal courts and the Centaur Church will report information about bugbears to Qirong.

How could Qirong pay more attention to such a legendary new demigod? Now that he discovered Allen's secrets and ambitions, he was also troubled by the weakness of the native gods in the wilderness. At this time, it was not surprising that he took the initiative to show a little kindness to Allen and provide a little help.

However, as far as gods are concerned, the help Qirong can give Allen is limited to letting him see the general abilities in the field of divine power. It will be difficult for Allen to learn more.

After all, this bugbear has not made any sacrifices, and at the same time, he only has a chance to become a god. His early advice is just a chess move, but in his heart, he does not repay Allen too much for the final result. expect.

But Allen, who was speeding back to the coalition camp at this time, was very puzzled by the centaur god's actions just now, and kept wondering what the other party's purpose was.

Allen never believed that there would be help for no reason. Although he did receive such selfless help in his early years, there were more purposeful behaviors in the wilderness.

Especially when it comes to things involving gods, the so-called kindness, fraternity and other beautiful qualities have long been worn away by endless years. Every time they do something for fun, it is more out of their own interests and needs. purpose, but the so-called selfless help rarely occurs.

Although Allen gained a lot from the short battle with the opponent, which made him grateful for the opponent's help, deep down in Allen's heart, he still had a vigilant attitude, fearing that the opponent's actions had deeper meanings. The level of planning may not only endanger one's own safety, but also endanger the Green Field Tribe that one cares about most.

However, after much deliberation, Allen still failed to make a reasonable judgment on the other party's behavior. In the end, he had to temporarily give up thinking about this matter and return to digesting and understanding the knowledge in the field he had just experienced.

But deep down in Allen's heart, he was still full of doubts and worries about this matter, and his behavior became more cautious.

"coming!!"

For how many years, few people have set foot in the dense jungle. The smell of corruption fills the shade of the trees, and all kinds of vicious mosquitoes fly freely. They are greedily looking for gaps in the skin of the statue-like centaurs under the trees, preparing to A feast.

Although the body was covered with mosquitoes and the skin was stinging at night, not a single centaur complained. They even made very few moves to drive away the mosquitoes, for fear that if they moved too much, they would cause unnecessary trouble.

It wasn't until a centaur druid opened his eyes and uttered two syllables decisively in his mouth that a flash of light suddenly flashed in the eyes of Ahmed and other centaur generals, and they raised their hands and began to make gestures one after another.

"The enemy is fifteen miles away!"

"Ten miles!"

"Five miles!!"

"Pass my order, charge!!"

Ahmad had a deep sneer on his lips, and when the druid reported the word "five miles", he immediately gave the next instruction.

The fog shrouded in the mountain forest, as the spell casters accompanying the army changed their spells, blew a breeze, slowly dissipating between the sky and the earth, revealing the true appearance of tens of thousands of centaur warriors under the forest who were ready to attack.

Groups of centaur warriors holding spears and carrying more than a dozen javelins poured out of the hidden forest in an orderly manner. The trickles of water merged together to form a black peak, which soon followed with unstoppable force. The slow slope leads towards the snake-like human troops at the foot of the mountain.

"Enemy attack!!"

"Set up your formation!! Prepare to fight!!"

The human commander looked ferocious as he watched the Centaur army swooping down from the mountain, getting faster and faster, and let out a shrill roar.

They never thought that more than two hundred miles southwest of Seris Castle, the wilderness army had already ambushed. Even the sent scouts and flying knights failed to find any trace of the opponent's army, but they were killed. Caught off guard.

"You bring the cavalry brigade to me personally, and you must hold them back!!"

The cavalry charges condescendingly and has the advantage of being the first to move forward. Even an unqualified general can imagine the lethality of this cavalry, not to mention the human military general who is reinforcing the Seris Fortress in front of him. Not too bad.

Seeing the centaur army coming out of the hill, the middle-aged human general with a stubble and a rough face grabbed his adjutant and roared fiercely!
  "Yes!!"

Although the young human adjutant looked somewhat frightened, the honor of being a noble and a soldier told him that he could not be a deserter on the battlefield. Even if he knew how dangerous the order given to him by his superior officer was, he must carry out it.

"Cavalry Brigade, charge with me!!"

The 5,000 human cavalry legion, originally the core combat force, as the legion commander gave the order and took the lead to charge, each of the elite soldiers in armor pulled down the helmet visor with one hand, and then whipped the war horse hard on the buttocks. superior.

The pained war horse neighed, its hooves rubbed twice on the hard road, and then began to jog with small steps, and slowly accelerated.

(End of this chapter)