Green Monster Epic

"Robbery! Leave the goods, and I'll spare you! Otherwise, you'll all become meat! !"

In the Mansa Wilderness, another robbery is unfolding. On one side is the caravan of the Silver Flash Merchant Guild from the human kingdom, and on the other is the Greenshade Tribe team led by their newly appointed chieftain, Allen.

"What bad luck! !"

Philip, the manager of the Silver Flash Merchant Guild, muttered under his breath, his face turning gloomy.

The Silver Flash Merchant Guild wasn't a particularly strong one among the human kingdom's merchant guilds. Previously, they had been schemed against by their rival, the Lily Flower Merchant Guild, during a competition in the Rose Duchy, losing a full 30% of their assets and liquid funds. Therefore, they urgently needed to undertake a highly profitable transcontinental trade to alleviate the guild's crisis.

Otherwise, given the immense risks inherent in the Mansa Wilderness, the weak Silver Flash Merchant Guild would never have set foot there. Instead, they would have stayed obediently in the Rose Duchy, managing their trade and developing slowly.

Usually, for transcontinental trade, many merchants and small merchant guilds eager to get rich quickly would wait in the border cities for a while until they gathered into a sizable team or encountered a powerful merchant guild, and then travel together. This was the best way to cross the Mansa Wilderness.

However, this time, the Lily Flower Merchant Guild, determined to swallow the Silver Flash Merchant Guild whole, devised a plan to cut off the Silver Flash Merchant Guild's cash flow. Holding a massive one-year loan of the Silver Flash Merchant Guild, they never intended to give the Silver Flash Merchant Guild any chance of recovery. They had long since bribed several mercenary groups in the border cities of the Rose Duchy and befriended several powerful tribes along the wilderness trade route, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to the Silver Flash Merchant Guild's caravan once it entered the wilderness.

As long as the Silver Flash Merchant Guild's caravan, on which they pinned their last hopes, was lost in the wilderness, the Lily Flower Merchant Guild's annexation of the Silver Flash Merchant Guild would be a foregone conclusion.

"Captain Regis, I'm afraid we'll have to trouble you again."

Manager Philip said in a soft voice, with a fawning smile on his face, to a warrior beside him wearing a set of chainmail and carrying a two-handed greatsword on his back.

"Don't worry, Manager Philip, these greenskins will definitely not harm any member of the caravan."

Regis was the captain of the 3rd Brigade under the Eagle Mercenary Group. As a level 7 warrior/level 2 berserker, he was naturally full of confidence in dealing with a group of hobgoblins.

"Then I'll leave it to you!"

Philip seemed to be smiling, but in his heart, he was full of worries. The Eagle Mercenary Group was indeed strong, but after suffering the blow and preparing this batch of goods, the Silver Flash Merchant Guild didn't have much money left to hire mercenaries. In the end, they had to use all their funds to hire a team of 12 mercenaries from the Eagle Mercenary Group as the main force to protect the caravan.

"Paggi, you take three people to protect the caravan. The other team members will follow my orders and attack directly, targeting the hobgoblins wielding two-handed axes."

"Understood!"

Although he despised these greenskins in his mind, Regis didn't slack off at all when deploying tactics: the number of enemy warriors was twice that of his own, and the hobgoblins were born with a level 5 warrior rank, so their strength was not much different from that of his team members. If he wasn't careful, his small team might stumble.

"This is a caravan protected by the Eagle Mercenary Group. Listen, hobgoblins in front, if you retreat now, we will pretend that today's events never happened. At the same time, we will give you one hundred pounds of flour and ten pounds of crude salt as a toll. How about it?"

Regis didn't start with a tough attitude. He had traveled through the Mansa Corridor many times as a veteran of the mercenary world, so he naturally knew that it was difficult to communicate with hobgoblins and kobolds in the wilderness, especially the smaller teams. On the contrary, the headmen and chieftains in the large tribes had wisdom no less than that of humans and elves.

However, Regis's negotiation was just a fluke. As a veteran in the mercenary world who had traveled to the Mansa Wilderness many times, he naturally knew that it was very difficult to communicate with hobgoblins and kobolds in the wilderness, especially the smaller teams. On the contrary, the headmen and chieftains in the large tribes had wisdom no less than that of humans and elves.

"This land has belonged to my Greenshade Tribe for hundreds of years. Your trespassing without our permission is an invasion of our tribe. Therefore, leave your wealth, and we can guarantee your personal safety."

Allen changed the other party's words a little and retorted.

The caravans that could travel from the remote areas of the Greenshade Tribe were naturally speculative ventures by small merchant guilds with insufficient strength. It was rare to encounter a caravan passing by, so Allen and his clansmen had no intention of giving up this piece of meat that had come to their mouths. They would not be moved by the other party's words: a mere hundred pounds of flour was only two days' worth of food for the clansmen, and among the long line of caravans in front of them, even if they only grabbed one cart, it would be enough for Allen and his people to eat and drink well for more than a month.

"Hmm?"

Regis didn't expect to encounter a hobgoblin who could communicate normally in this remote place. He was a little surprised, but not enough to shake his mind: "You are challenging the will of my Eagle Mercenary Group. Be careful not to lose your lives because of this, you filthy greenskins!"

While speaking with a gloomy face, Regis and his seven team members had slowly disengaged from the caravan and were getting closer and closer to the Greenshade Tribe team blocking their way.

Allen had noticed the other party's movements early on, and his free left hand naturally carried behind his back, making a gesture that only they understood to Stone beside him.

"Attack! !"

Almost at the same time, Regis and Allen shouted, and at the moment of issuing the order, the two leaders had already launched their attacks. Two figures turned into afterimages and encountered each other halfway between the confronting parties. The heavy two-handed greatsword and the equally heavy two-handed battleaxe collided, and a huge, dull sound rang out. At the same time, the two figures retreated at the same time, Regis retreating three steps and Allen retreating two.

In the first exchange, both sides reserved some strength, but it was enough for them to test each other's strength. Regis's hands holding the two-handed greatsword appeared pale because of too much force, and his tiger's mouth faintly felt torn under the great force. The opponent's powerful physical strength made Regis pay more attention to this opponent.

"Ha!"

The War Cry skill was cast, and the accumulated anger turned into a scalding heat wave, washing over Regis's body, making Regis feel a strong sense of confidence: "Come again! ! !"

An Eagle Strike turned the heavy two-handed greatsword directly into an afterimage. Regis, under the blessing of anger, once again charged towards Allen. The seven team members behind him had already rushed over at the moment he issued the order, but because they didn't have Regis's speed, they were a little later than the other party. However, they just happened to collide with Stone, who had been prompted by Allen, and the other twenty-eight clansmen warriors, and the two sides immediately fell into a fierce group battle.