The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 999

"I am in Pandar Fortress, waiting for the saints among you humans to come and challenge me!!"

"But if your saints don't dare to challenge, then I will have trouble with guys like you!!"

"..."

After saying these words, Allen's right hand holding the heavy sword suddenly came down with a slashing movement. The faces of the strong men in front of him were shocked. The energy in their bodies surged and they were about to take action. However, after seeing Allen's chop clearly, After Zhan didn't move towards them, he stopped their counterattack.

But when they saw clearly the violent force of Allen's slash, an earthquake of at least seven or eight magnitude was caused in the air, and they saw that the earth was torn apart in front of them with a deep crack more than ten miles long. Finally, the eyes of these strong human beings could not hide the emotions of shock and fear.

If this sword was aimed at the dozen or so of them, would he be able to withstand the terrifying power contained in the blade? ?
  The dust on the ground has not yet dissipated, but Allen, as the instigator, has already flown to the southeast, not paying attention to the reaction of the group of strong human beings around him, nor worrying that they will take action against him.

The black fireball in front of Leander was undulating, constantly expanding and contracting, and the strange light shone on his bare face, making it look very sinister and terrifying. Resisting the urge to take action against the emaciated figure, he waited until the opponent's aura gradually faded away and disappeared on the horizon. Then he calmly dissipated the magic in front of him and led a group of shocked human warriors towards him again. Fly towards the front line where he is stationed.

The goal of going south this time was achieved. Allen didn't care whether the group of strong human beings he happened to meet would bring him the challenge. He only cared about whether there was a human saint this time who could let him fight to the fullest and test it out. Find out your true strength.

Allen is limited by Feynman's world's underlying rules for saints and cannot be involved in secular wars, but this does not mean that he cannot easily show off his talents.

There are so many legends and stories about saints in Feynman's world. They cannot be fabricated out of thin air. Since people can pass down so many heroic stories, it naturally shows that they can also make a difference. After all, they have reached the stage of saints. Who is a strong man of this level who is not a arrogant and proud son of heaven? Let them do nothing in these long and boring years and wait to die. Not only is it a waste of natural resources, but it is also something that these beings cannot accept.

So after Allen learned about the potential rules of the Saint, he began to collect various information, looking for loopholes or opportunities that he could exploit. Finally, he found the answer in those legends and historical books.

If you really want to care about the potential rules of saints, they are just a few unbinding nonsense. They are only applicable to rulers like Allen who have huge tribes, forces and kingdoms in the secular world. It has a certain deterrent effect, but for those solitary saints and preachers of the evil church who have no fixed residence, these rules cannot gain any respect from them at all.

The reason why Allen is afraid of these rules is just because he has the bond of the tribe that he cannot abandon. If he had not chosen to manage and develop the Green Field Tribe as his lifelong pursuit, he would not have been affected by these rules. bound.

After I really interfered in a war and destroyed a city without any worries, even if secular forces and temple parties united to pursue them endlessly, so what?
  Even if the strength gap is too great and it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, if I want to escape, the opponent will definitely have a headache, right?

In the long history of Feynman's world, there are many stories of lonely saint-level powerful men who suddenly appeared and wreaked havoc in the world. Although most of them ended up miserable, there were still many saints. There is no result in the legend. It is obviously not that they were punished and killed but that they themselves disappeared.

Of course, what appears more frequently in history are the frequent collisions and fights between saint-level powerhouses, or the disproportionate number of stories about demi-gods and legends and above powerful men attacking saints. From this, Allen also roughly understood the target of saints. There is still a lot of room for action in the rules.

For example, like now, Allen clearly invites powerful humans of the same level to challenge them. If the opponent agrees to fight, then the two will fight on the edge of the battlefield, and it is inevitable that the situation will affect the battlefield; but if the opponent does not fight, then Allen can launch an attack on the legendary and above strong people on the battlefield, and then the opponent will forget If you are dissatisfied, you can't blame Allen.

After all, it was you, the human saints, who did not dare to challenge, and at the same time, you did not affect the overall situation of the entire battlefield. You can't say that because you have restrained several strong human beings, if humans fall into decline or even defeat on the main battlefield, you have to blame Allen, right?
  Nowadays, there are more than two million troops from both sides on the border battlefield of the Orc Empire. Even if Allen, as a saint, throws all his troops into this sea of ​​people, it may be difficult to have any impact on the overall situation in a short period of time.

Other saints are self-reliant on their status and are unwilling to take risks and fight with other beings of the same level. If they win, they may not be able to kill their opponents. If they lose, their reputation will be damaged. It is not a cost-effective deal. .

Therefore, on the frontline battlefield, in addition to the saint-level priests and priests who came from the church, relying on their advantage of relying on gods to bless various large-scale magical spells on the legions on the battlefield, other saint-level beings are stationed in the legions. Or to guard against the sudden attack of the same opponent.

The further east you fly, the more filthy and smelly the air becomes, and flies like dark clouds appear in the sky from time to time, buzzing and flying on the ground. Even for the power emanating from a saint like Allen, They also felt nothing and swarmed towards the space where he was.

huh~~~
  Allen frowned slightly, and with a thought, an orange-red flame of anger covered the surface of his body. Countless mosquitoes and flies that pounced on Allen's body swallowed Chinese ashes in the invisible flame tongue, and sparsely fell to the ground.

After patiently enduring the cloud of mosquitoes, Allen's eyes suddenly lit up after several minutes passed, and he finally flew out of the army of mosquitoes that covered the entire world.

Only then did Allen realize that he had finally arrived at the main battlefield between humans and orcs. There was no intact place on the mottled land. Countless trees that were once tall and dense are now only broken wooden piles, and the solid rocky mountains have become pitted. There is no trace of the earth-yellow soil, only one continuous pool of black exuding a putrid smell. In the mud, twisted humanoid clay sculptures lay scattered in the mud, but their faces could not be seen clearly.

All kinds of incomplete equipment and weapons were thrown away randomly without anyone taking care of them. Occasionally, there would be one or two runaway horses galloping wildly while howling miserably. Their bodies were also filled with arrows and javelins. Their movements at this time It is just the last breath of the glory of life, and will fall into the arms of Mother Earth at any time.

On the horizon more than ten miles away, battle flags were fluttering in the solemn legions. With the sound of drums and horns coming from the Chinese army camp, they quickly collided with the opponent legions in front. The two sides quickly fell into a fierce melee.

Cavalry regiments were wandering around the battlefield, sometimes colliding heavily with the cavalry regiments charging ahead at full speed. Countless bodies on both sides were trampled to pulp wherever they passed. After finally breaking through the opponent's formation, they escaped again. Keep a distance, and then draw an arc on the ground, then rush towards another approaching cavalry regiment and infantry regiment.

Among the clouds thousands of meters high above the sky, hundreds of black spots stimulated strong energy fluctuations. Sometimes there was a sea of ​​fire rising, and sometimes there was a dense thunder pool and power grid. The legendary strong men who are particularly precious among the wilderness tribes may not be more valuable than ordinary warriors on the ground on such a great battlefield. Even in the short ten minutes that Allen observed the battle situation, there was a strong man's The body fell from the sky to the earth, just like a thin needle falling into the sea, without causing any waves. Smelling the smell of blood, sweat and other smells brought by the breeze, and hearing the roars, struggling roars and intertwining music of the heroic warriors echoing in the ears, the blood of the warriors originating from the bugbears couldn't help but start to boil, and the blood gradually began to boil. The energy-transformed heart also began to beat faster.

Clang! ! ! !

The dark gold heavy sword Bonecutter suddenly jumped out of the dimensional bag and flew into Allen's hands, conveying his passionate fighting spirit to him and urging his master to start a brilliant fight.

Allen raised the corner of his mouth, dragged his heavy sword and started walking in the air, suppressing the murderous intention in his heart, as if walking in the warm spring breeze, stepping on the invisible air and slowly gliding towards the battlefield where humans and orcs were fighting. past.

Against the backdrop of the orange-red flames on the surface of his body, Allen looked like a god of war. Although he did not take action at this time, he attracted the attention of countless pairs of eyes on the entire battlefield. Even the fierce battle between humans and orcs The fighting battlefield gradually lost its power due to the arrival of this uninvited guest. Everyone was quietly mobilizing their body's energy and secretly peeping at the bugbear saint who was strolling in the courtyard and approaching the battlefield.

Here! !

It wasn't until Allen advanced about five miles into the sky battlefield that a ray of sacred light suddenly shot out from the Chinese army camp on the ground. Then Allen raised his heavy sword and slashed it gently. The sacred light and the heavy sword were blazing. The burning anger finally disappeared in the air.

"Alan Witt, as the Saint of the Wilderness, you appear on the battlefield where our human coalition forces are fighting against the Orc Empire. What do you want to do??"

A human woman with a halo of divine power exuding from her whole body and a holy and pious face flashed to a position about a mile parallel to Allen, and her indifferent oriole cry reached Allen's ears.

"Sorry, human lady, I said I just came to learn and admire the fighting style of all the warriors. I wonder if you would believe it??"

Compared with Allen's face and name which are widely spread, Allen only knows a few names of saint-level figures in more than a dozen countries and churches in human civilization. He does not know the names and faces of many other saints. No way of knowing.

At this time, facing such a delicate human woman, he looked at her and showed what he thought was a warm and friendly smile. He didn't look like someone who wanted to join the battle at all.

Now that he has let the strong man he met on the human side take the lead, he is not in a hurry to join this exciting battlefield. At least he has made enough gestures, so if he can endure it for two or three days before taking action, he will be able to reduce the number of enemies. Trouble and risk.

Moreover, Allen also likes this situation very much. Although he has not taken action, he has already affected the direction of a huge and vast battlefield. This is a scene he dreamed of in his early years. At this time, I really felt that the powerful men around me who were exuding powerful power had restrained their movements and power because of my appearance. The soldiers on the ground who risked their lives to fight for their lives gradually became excited because of the sound of trumpets and war drums coming from behind. Stopping the offensive, Allen finally had a rare realization that his current strength and status had truly become a powerful existence that could not be ignored.

"Bearbug Alan Witt, are you kidding me?"

The cold expression of the human saint was stagnant, and her chest was heaving. She never expected that the saint who burst out with vigorous momentum would appear on the battlefield and finally give herself such an answer.

"Look, I know you don't believe it!!"

Allen shrugged, especially enjoying the moment of being noticed, and completely ignored the uncontrollable anger in the other person's eyes.

"I know the rules. You can continue fighting with peace of mind. I will never affect the war between you humans and orcs!!"

"As for what I will do next, I believe someone will report to you soon, and you will naturally know by then!!"

Even if it only takes a few words, Allen can explain the purpose of his trip, but he insists on pretending to be sophisticated, just to see how strong his deterrence is now and to enjoy being watched by thousands of people for one more moment. The time of attention and fear is also good.

Moreover, when Allen looked at the battlefield from a distance, he could vaguely feel that the Orc Empire was falling into a disadvantage. Now that he suddenly appeared on the battlefield, the human command and control did not know whether it was really affected. Anyway, the human legion's offensive did temporarily slow down a bit, allowing the commander of the Orc Empire to seize a chance and re-issue the order to tag the legion, stabilizing the battle situation again.

"Humph!!"

The human saint stared at Allen dissatisfiedly, but there was nothing she could do about him.

Although the bugbear saint appeared on the battlefield, he did not actually start the fight after all. He couldn't kill the opponent just because of his appearance. Then he gave the opponent an excuse to attack with all his strength.

(End of this chapter)