Green Monster Epic

Chapter 182: The Real Army

(Anyway, I have a recommendation spot now, so I'm too lazy to update at a fixed time. I might as well finish it all at noon, hahaha)

“Hiss, hiss, hiss~~”

A colorful python suddenly attacked Allen from the treetop. Its long, 7-8 meter snake body was partly wrapped around the tree trunk, while the greater part was like a flexible long whip. Its bloody mouth wanted to swallow Allen whole.

Although Allen was startled, he didn't panic. He slashed with his greatsword at the snake's lower jaw, aiming for its foot-long fangs. However, the expected scene of the fangs breaking didn't occur. Instead, the collision with the greatsword produced a crisp clang. Allen blocked the snake's engulfment, but the snake also safely retracted its head.

Frowning, Allen felt a dizziness from the fishy and foul breath in the snake's mouth. Before Allen could figure out why the snake's fangs were so hard, the snake's mouth opened wide again. A clump of grass-green liquid, like a flying arrow, shot towards where Allen was standing. Allen took a leap back to dodge, but the liquid sprayed out again, forcing Allen to move again.

By the time the python stopped spraying the viscous liquid, the jungle where Allen was standing was filled with white smoke. The grass, branches, and even the tree trunks that were hit by the grass-green liquid were gradually corroding. A stench immediately filled the area within a 4-5 meter radius.

Allen accidentally inhaled a few mouthfuls of the white smoke, and his heart began to beat violently. Realizing that something was wrong, Allen quickly held his breath and fled the area without looking back.

Allen ran wildly on the ground, while the python transformed into a vine, chasing closely through the dense jungle. The rustling branches swayed slightly, and Allen could imagine the python's movements behind him without turning his head. A strong wind blew from behind, and Allen turned around and swung his sword. The python's tail, as thick as Allen's arm, struck Allen's greatsword with a loud crash.

The blade rubbed against the scales on the python's body, and the creaking sound was nauseating. After the collision, Allen rolled to dissipate the force, and looked back. The python's tail was unharmed. It simply swung in a circle in the air before retracting and coiling around a tree trunk. Its cold, vertical pupils stared at Allen, and its forked tongue flicked in and out.

“What kind of monster is this?!”

Allen cursed secretly in his heart. He had just finished a chase, and now he had become prey to a jungle predator. Allen never imagined that there would be such powerful beasts in this primitive jungle.

Cautiously watching the python in the tree, Allen quickly retreated. However, this time the python seemed to think that Allen was not easy to deal with, and simply watched Allen leave, without chasing after him.

After hiding in the jungle for another two days, Allen dared not underestimate the beasts in the jungle. Except for necessary hunting, he did not provoke other animals, for fear of attracting attacks from strange beasts like the python. It wasn't until he felt that there were no pursuers behind him that he decided to leave the jungle and embark on the journey home.

First, he had to retrieve the equipment and weapons of the two humans he had killed before. These things were very precious in the eyes of the wildlings, and Allen had no reason to give them up. The place where the two humans were killed was already devoid of their remains, presumably taken away by their teammates. When Allen first learned of this useless act, he found it a bit inexplicable. Why bother to bring back dead bodies that were neither edible nor of any value?

All things are born, and all things should return to heaven and earth after death. This is the truth of natural circulation, Allen believed so, and so did many aborigines in the wilderness.

Two hundred yards away from the battlefield, Allen found the place where he had buried his spoils. He dug away the soil and grass roots on the ground, revealing the two swords, one axe, and Allen's own chainmail lining. Allen finally didn't have to go shirtless anymore.

Finding the direction of the trade road, Allen walked out with a large package of things on his back. He wore a set of ill-fitting clothes, wrapped in his chainmail lining, looking very shabby, like a beggar. During this time, Allen also collected many plant stems and fruits. These plant roots, stems, and fruits were very similar to many of the ingredients he had seen in his dreams, so he thought about bringing them back to the wilderness to see if they could be planted there.

In the sky ahead, a large flock of startled birds suddenly flew up, constantly circling in the air. Allen keenly felt a heavy aura coming from the edge of the forest.

Allen did not dare to act rashly, until chaotic shouts and fighting sounds came from near the trade road. In the end, Allen, unable to resist his curiosity, crawled forward slowly.

Before his eyes, rows of neatly arranged elf warriors, wearing uniform armor. The first row of soldiers held a slightly curved long knife in their right hand, and a chest-high long shield in their left hand. The bottom of the shield was pointed and stuck into the ground, like a complete shield wall extending out.

Behind them, there was another row of elf warriors, each with a longbow in hand. At this time, they pulled into a crescent shape. Under the command of the order, arrows rained down towards the front. The most terrifying thing was that the arrows all landed in an area of only a dozen meters in radius, with no arrow exceeding this range.

And the target of their shooting was just a raiding team wandering between the Elf Kingdom and the Wilderness, with only about 30 people.

This raiding team probably never thought that they just wanted to make a quick buck by finding a small or medium-sized caravan to rob, but they attracted the Elf Kingdom's regular army to encircle and suppress them.

Arrows rained down. After a few rounds, countless members of this raiding team had already been killed or wounded. After the rain of arrows stopped, they were greeted by a team of more than a dozen elf guards wielding double knives rushing forward. The surviving raiders mustered their courage to resist, because they knew that in the Elf Kingdom's prisons, there was never a place for wilderness raiders like them. A dozen elf guards formed teams of three or three, their movements showing the demeanor of advanced warriors. While attacking their targets, they did not forget to block the weapons stabbing at their surrounding companions, cooperating tacitly as if they were dancing with each other.

Before long, the dozens of members of the raiding team in the field were all lying on the grass, turning into corpses with no reaction.

The elf guards walked to each corpse, stabbed it again in the heart position on the chest, ensuring that none of these raiders survived. Then, they collected the spoils on their bodies, transported the corpses to the carriage like garbage, and then left.

Allen did not dare to get up, but remained curled up in hiding in the dark for more than an hour, until he was really sure that the elf army had left, before he cautiously crawled out. After witnessing the army's orderly slaughter, Allen had a new understanding of his own strength. At least for now, he was not strong enough to face an army directly.

Returning to the trade road, seeing the sparse caravans and lone merchants coming and going, Allen's hanging heart finally dropped. Trying to restrain his edge and disguise himself as a peaceful hobgoblin civilian, Allen managed to hitch a ride with a temporary team composed of lone merchants and travelers, and headed towards the Thunder Tribe with them.