Green Monster Epic

After the mopping-up operations of the siege were almost complete, Allen descended from the sky.

As the capital of Haz Province, Khalid City's defensive construction was decent, but compared to Thorns Fortress, which was operated as a fortress from the start, the difficulty of attacking it was much lower.

After capturing Khalid City, the number of soldiers lost by the Northern Alliance and the Gray Dwarf army, which rushed to join the battle in the later stages of the siege, was less than 1/2 of those sacrificed at Thorns Fortress. On the contrary, the captured elf population in the city skyrocketed, reaching a level of 50,000. Adding the previous 20,000, the Northern Alliance now holds more than 70,000 elf prisoners.

The governor of Haz Province issued a scorched earth policy, gathering all the elf people within the province into Khalid City. Now, with the city breached, the residents are like turtles in a jar, unable to escape from the cavalry legions of the Northern and Gray Dwarf armies.

Except for a few elves with strong and proud personalities who resisted stubbornly until their deaths, the remaining elf civilians became lambs under the control of the Northern Alliance in fear and anxiety.

The Alliance was well prepared for this invasion plan, but now that such a large number of elf prisoners have suddenly appeared, the supplies prepared by the Alliance have become somewhat stretched.

Soon after Allen's figure stood on the city wall, which was full of battle scars and reeked of blood and decay, the leaders and representatives from various tribes in the North seemed to have received a summons and emerged from the scattered city to meet Allen on the city wall.

Looking at the young, old, and weak elves in the city, their hands and feet bound by steel chains, being escorted southward by Northern warriors wielding cold swords, any elf who moved slowly or deviated from the original route would immediately be struck by a steel whip, the cracking sound of the whip even drowning out the elves' wails.

Under such brutal methods, the remaining elves were ashen-faced and filled with despair, but they did not dare to resist or fight in the slightest, and their former pride and elegance were nowhere to be seen.

"Don't treat those elves so rudely, it makes us Northerners look as barbaric and crude as they say we are!"

Seeing this scene, Allen was slightly dissatisfied and spoke to the air.

"Your Excellency, I think it would be better to kill all these elves, it can greatly reduce the burden on our logistics!"

Timothy, the leader of the gnolls, had a fierce gleam in his eyes. Relying on the close relationship between their Raven's Claw and Green Field, he boldly expressed his opinion to Allen: "Of course, if any of our tribes want to keep some elves for their own enjoyment, they can choose the people themselves and take them back to their own tribes."

The other dozen or so leaders, representatives, and high-ranking officers in the army had different ideas, but most of them agreed with Timothy's opinion and nodded slightly.

In their opinion, besides consuming a large amount of food every day, the biggest hidden danger of these elves is the advantage brought by their racial talents. If they are not strictly guarded, they may rebel at any time, but this will inevitably dilute the strength of the Allied forces.

Of course, the wilderness representatives present all had considerable power behind them, and they also coveted the elves' beautiful and handsome figures and appearances, thinking about how to seek their own benefits from them.

"I have other uses for keeping them, put away your crooked thoughts!"

Allen's face was ruthless, and a cold rebuke made the wilderness powerhouses present feel a tightness in their hearts.

"Understood."

Arbard was not present this time. After recently occupying two cities in a row, he had too many things to deal with. Therefore, another goblin officer from the staff department recorded Allen's request and would report it to Arbard and convey it for execution after returning.

"What's the situation there? Why is there such a strong bloody smell and moaning sound?"

While continuing to patrol the city wall, Allen suddenly noticed a group of tents outside the city, separate from the continuous military camp. Through his sharp eyes, he could vaguely see people coming in and out, seemingly very busy, and his keen ears could also hear faint painful groans.

"That is our newly built field hospital. The soldiers who were seriously injured in this war are now concentrated there for treatment."

The accompanying goblin mage thought for a moment and quickly replied: "A total of 1,707 seriously injured patients have been received inside, most of whom are disabled patients who have not been able to find their severed limbs, and need to return to the rear to seek legendary-level clergy to cast high-level divine spells such as limb regeneration, or they can only become disabled and lose their combat effectiveness and retire."

There was no way, powerful divine spells such as limb regeneration and limb reconstruction that created bodies out of thin air were all ninth-level divine spells. With the current foundation of the God of Food Church, there were not enough legendary-level priests and priestesses to accompany the army, and even if these soldiers were sent back to the rear of the North for treatment, they would have to queue up due to the lack of sufficient divine spell casters.

As for the three churches of the Oak Alliance, led by the Oak Church, there were enough clerics, but other than the Oak Church's support for the North's annexation plan, the other two churches did not quite agree with Green Field's or Allen's adventurous behavior this time.

Their high-level officials unanimously believed that the North did not have enough strength to occupy the elf border provinces, and instead might anger the Elf Kingdom and shift its focus to the North, at which time the pressure faced by the wilderness would be even more arduous.

After all, with the wilderness reforms proving quite effective, the Mansha Alliance and the Beastman Empire joined forces to launch a counterattack plan against the Human Allied Forces, which is proceeding in an orderly manner. The already loose and weak Mansha Wilderness is simply not qualified to conduct two-front operations.

In addition, Allen's current Church of the Food God is moving towards the open. Although many churches in the Temple of Nature have decided to adopt a laissez-faire attitude towards it, it does not mean that they are very willing to be close to the Church of the Food God.

The Oak Court must get closer to the Church of the Food God because of the scope of its evangelism, but after losing the gods they served, the number of priests and priestesses in the Oak Court has sharply decreased, and they do not want any of their outstanding talents to take risks.

The core evangelism areas of the New Sprout and Ranger churches are not here, so they naturally do not want to have too much involvement with this organization, which is very likely to be reduced to a cult in the future.

Therefore, in this expedition, all three churches only sent a portion of their middle-level clergy members to participate in the war, without the help of any powerhouses above the legendary level.

"...Let's go, let's see these brave warriors."

Allen was silent for a moment, then his powerful thighs gently pressed down on the city wall, and his whole person flew up more than ten meters, quickly heading towards the medical center. The group of powerhouses behind him only lagged slightly behind before chasing after him.

No one in the Northern Territory is unfamiliar with Allen's appearance. Therefore, as soon as he stepped into the medical center, countless admiring and excited eyes were cast over. The other powerhouses behind him became background boards at this time, and no one cared about them.

"Your Excellency Allen!!"

The head of the medical center is Zelda, a female troll druid from Snow Mido. At this time, she seemed a little at a loss, constantly tidying up the cotton and linen clothes on her body that were covered with blood, vomit, and even feces. Her pair of rough hands repeatedly rubbed the dirty clothes a few times before she mustered up the courage to salute Allen.

"Thank you for your hard work, children!!"

A calm and majestic voice was uttered from Allen's mouth, and a pair of bright tiger eyes constantly scanned the medical staff and wounded who were disturbed and walked out of the camp.

These wilderness indigenous warriors, who serve as the cornerstone of the Northern Territory, are the protagonists of this war. Without their sacrifices and dedication, the Northern Territory would not have been able to achieve these successive victories, and in the future, they will be needed to protect this hard-won victory.

"It's all we should do."

Sarda, with a look of unease, stammered back to Allen's words, lowering her head and pounding her chest, daring not to meet Allen's majestic eyes.

More wounded and medical staff heard the commotion outside and came out of the camp to observe what was happening. When they saw the leaders and elders of their respective tribes, who were always majestic and domineering, standing like docile sheep at the simple entrance of the medical center, following closely behind the bear earth spirit in black scale armor who exuded a strange power, and then turned their eyes to the bear earth spirit's ordinary but heroic face, they were immediately overjoyed and gathered around, regardless of their injuries or the tools in their hands.

It is rare for leaders or elders to care about wounded soldiers like them. In the wilderness where the weak are prey to the strong, the ending of warriors like them who are injured and whose strength is greatly reduced is often very miserable. Tribes with a little conscience may arrange some unimportant work opportunities for them so that they can barely support themselves, while those without conscience will simply issue a cheap subsidy or resources and send them away.

At this time, most of the wounded in the medical center were panicked, fearing that their lives would undergo earth-shaking changes in the future. Some people would even refuse to cooperate with treatment and want to die as soon as possible, which would be considered earning a pension for their family and descendants, rather than becoming a burden to their family.

Allen, the well-deserved leader of the Northern Territory, suddenly appeared in the medical center, which at least psychologically relieved many wounded soldiers. It seemed that the high-level leaders of the Allied Forces had not forgotten the sacrifices of these warriors.

"Does it still hurt??"

Allen walked along the way, constantly waving his hand to the Northern Territory warriors around him who were watching him with worship and admiration, and then stopped in front of a young and tender kobold warrior, pointing to the other's arm that had been cut off from the shoulder and bandaged, and asked with concern.

"It doesn't hurt!!"

The young kobold warrior proudly straightened his chest and hammered his not-wide and thick chest with his remaining left hand, answering decisively.

Allen smiled with satisfaction, stretched out his right hand, and rubbed the kobold's messy head, and a weak and warm divine power was poured into the other's body, helping him to sort out his broken body and relieve the pain caused by the wound due to strenuous movement.

Suddenly, an idea came to Allen's mind, and then he ordered the short earth spirit staff officer following behind him without hesitation: "Go and bring ten thousand frozen corpses from the city."

"Ah?"

The short earth spirit was slightly stunned, not knowing what this great leader's out-of-the-box thinking was going to do, but then he reacted and quickly stood up and replied: "Yes!!"