The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1107: The Legion Sets Out
The Takhan Desert is an endless expanse of golden color, desolate and hot.

A team of more than 20 adventurers, braving the scorching heat and the torment of the blowing sand, moved forward firmly into the depths of the desert.

"You are too cautious. We can fly directly there, but now we can only walk there. What a waste of time!!!"

The male bear goblin transformed from the giant dragon Figueras sat down on the ground and simply took off his leather boots to reveal a pair of big furry feet. The leather boots in his hands fell down upside down, and a bunch of fine sand formed a line, blending into the earth of the same color like a golden waterfall.

He was destined to be a hard worker. Ever since he set up his nest in the Cartor Mountains, he was often tempted by Alan's delicious food and became a hard-working thug for him.

He had just accompanied Allen in exploring the ruins of the maze and had a fierce battle there. After returning, he had dormant for fifty years on the nameless snow mountain before being drafted by Allen again and forced to come to this desert to suffer. For a dragon who has always been lazy and languid, he did have some complaints.

However, faced with Alan's delicious master-level dishes, Figueras really couldn't resist the temptation and could only force himself to go with Alan.

Compared to the long hibernation period of other dragons, the dragon Figueras has changed a lot. Other dragons spend at least eighty years in hibernation to accumulate magic power out of a hundred years, while Figueras spends only half of his time sleeping, and the rest of his time enjoying this beautiful and wonderful Feynman world.

However, its strength is growing much faster than those of its fellow dragons of the same age. Figuras, who is still two thousand years away from the second molting difficulty, has already reached the top level of demigod. Perhaps he does not need to go through the molting difficulty. In the remaining two thousand years, he can break through to the demigod level and reach the saint level.

By then, the second molting will not only be less dangerous for it, but it will also allow its body and magic power, which have already reached the strength of a saint, to be cleansed and condensed, reaching the peak of a saint.

All of this is possible thanks to Alan's powerful magic dishes, so Figueras naturally has to cling tightly to the thigh of the Bugbear Saint.

call out! ! !
Alan rolled his eyes at the dragon. He had heard similar complaints from the dragon many times since they entered the desert, and he was used to it.

A javelin suddenly appeared in his hand. He leaned back and threw it swiftly to their left front. The javelin cut through the sky with a whistling sound like lightning, drew a melodious arc in the sky, and plunged into the ridge of a sand dune a thousand meters away.

boom! ! !
Although it was just a casual shot, the destructive power it caused when it hit the ground was definitely no less than that of a level 7 transmutation magic. A gap of more than ten meters was opened in the ridgeline, and the corpses of more than a dozen snakemen with long tails were torn into pieces, mixed with the golden sand, and there was no life left.

Allen answered Figueras's complaint with facts. It was always better to be careful when fighting with the snake natives who were good at hiding in this strange desert. Especially when several strong men used magic to fly in the sky, they would be as conspicuous as bright stars in the dark night within the perception range of the spellcasting professionals with sharp mental power or the strong men above the legendary level.

The three pillars were able to endure hardships and discussed various topics with Alan along the way. The most important of these were naturally the wilderness reform and their respective professional insights. They were not afraid of being overheard by outsiders around them.

Of course, they also had to show goodwill to the dragon in the image of a bear goblin. Such a dragon that was comparable to a saint was worthy of being won over. If they could gain the friendship of this dragon, then it would be an excellent fighter if the tribe or the mid-level had any difficulties in the future.

Although the image of dragons in rumors has never been very good.

On the contrary, Eric, who had always kept a low profile, was even more indifferent and calm than the troll demigod except for occasional conversations with Alan. The pillars did not seem to realize that the human warrior beside them was actually a demigod. Although they had heard that the human warrior had powerful domain abilities, they were still somewhat skeptical about this domain that did not actually enhance combat power.

Not to mention Eric's identity as a human, which is now considered an unwelcome race in the wilderness. The three pillars subconsciously don't want to have much to do with him.

The desert does not seem to be as lacking in life as imagined. In addition to the snake people who always hide under the scorching sand, there are also many kinds of insects and animals. There are even various earth element creatures that appear due to the gathering of earth elements. The various materials contained in their bodies are priceless.

It seems that the desert climate has also been greatly affected by the opening of the Fat Fortress Pass. Although most areas are still dry, the annual rainfall has increased several times, which has also increased the number of precious oases in the desert.

Alan has been to this desert many times. In his memory, it is considered good if there is an oasis within a hundred miles. Now, he has encountered forty or fifty scattered oases along the way.

And in every oasis, there are traces of snake people's settlements. Although most of the settlements have a small population, only dozens or hundreds of people, the overall number of snake people is obviously quite different from the intelligence collected by the Green Wilderness Tribe scouts.

A larger population often means more potential for legendary powerhouses. Based on the current situation, Alan has begun to adjust his plan in his mind in order to make it more stable.

The deeper they went into the desert, the stronger the opponents they encountered. However, with the support of several demigods, even the most powerful opponents eventually became the spoils in the bags of this team members.

When the time agreed upon by Allen and the top leaders of Green Lake City arrived, after crossing a series of sand dunes, a dark green canyon area suddenly appeared in front of Allen and his friends.

A pyramid-shaped building made of stacked bones protruded out of the canyon, emitting a faint and obscure magical aura, completely isolating the golden desert from the canyon. Inside the canyon was a dense jungle, with treetops swaying in the wind, and artificial buildings looming, accompanied by the high-frequency vibration and hissing sounds unique to the snake people.

Allen's team, which was at the downwind side, also merged with the golden desert. The snakemen entering and exiting the canyon in the distance were concealed by the effect of the haze and did not notice this group of ghostly creatures at all. They were staring at them, the lambs to be slaughtered, with cold murderous intent.

"As I expected, the strength of this group of snakemen tribe exceeds the intelligence collected by our scouts."

Alan's face looked somewhat serious. His divine power transformed into an imperceptible form and penetrated into the ground, slowly approaching the canyon in the distance.

Although the canyon was protected by a protective magic that blocked most of the aura inside, through observation of the snakemen entering and leaving, as well as estimation of the internal area and buildings, it was still possible to roughly determine the number of snakemen in the canyon.

"It's just a few more ants. I don't know what you're worried about."

Figueras was lying in the desert, supporting his chin with one hand and holding a mithril toothpick with the other, constantly picking it between his snow-white teeth, recalling a delicious dish that Alan had cooked for them a day ago.

The other three pillars agreed with this. No matter how big the snake tribe was, could it be stronger than their tribes?

Now that the strongest men in the wilderness are all here, Alan is really too cautious when facing a so-called holy land of a mere indigenous snake people.

Alan did not respond to the doubts of his companions, but calmly turned around and led them away from the sand dune ridgeline. They retreated about ten miles to find a hidden basin at the bottom of the hill, and then began to command the dozen or so Green Field spellcasters who were with the team to take action.

Exquisite bronze plates were taken out from the dimensional equipment one by one, and a huge circular platform was formed. At this time, the magic pattern drawn by precious magic materials such as mithril and gold essence was fully presented on the platform. The mysterious magic aura was blocked by a temporary barrier that had been supported long ago, and it could not overflow. The cost of this temporary barrier that blocked the overflow of magic power was equivalent to a legendary equipment. Several pillars and dragons were still somewhat speechless about Alan's fuss. They just felt that this bear goblin had too much money and wanted to be extravagant.

However, as the leader of this operation, Alan has unquestionable command and control over all arrangements. Anyway, it's not his own self-harm that is being wasted, so everyone can just watch the show and let Alan do whatever he wants.

As countless frozen corpses of various kinds were dumped on the altar of flesh and blood, the circular platter made up of bronze slabs slowly turned, and a blood-red beam of light immediately burst out from the center of the altar, rising less than ten meters before being blocked by the maze barrier above.

Outside the barrier, I don't know when it was covered by a thick white fog, as if a pool of milk solidified in this nameless sand dune basin.

This kind of scene is not uncommon in the desert, especially in the early morning when the sun rises and the cold and hot air currents alternate, such scenes always appear in low-lying areas. Therefore, even if a snakeman passes by here now, they will not be too interested in exploring, not to mention that there is a legendary dwarf assassin lurking in the shadow plane outside this basin, ready to strangle any intelligent creature that dares to approach this place.

Outside Green Lake City, in the wasteland near the Mansha Mountains to the east, a military camp stood proudly on the horizon. The birds that usually played and soared in the sky were nowhere to be seen. The animal instinct told the creatures on this land that a strong murderous intent was spreading in this military camp.

A red light suddenly shot up into the sky from the military camp, and the obscure magical aura surged like a tide, rippling around, immediately causing all creatures living in the wilderness to flee in panic.

In front of the activated altar of flesh and blood, an army dressed in black full body armor stood solemnly on the broad and hard training ground in the military camp. Their strong and mighty bodies stood upright like pine trees, quietly waiting for the order from the legion commander on the high platform in front of the training ground.

"Warriors of the Death Scythe Legion!!!"

"Today is an important day for our legion!!!"

"The tribe has supported you for more than ten years, built excellent equipment and weapons for you, and helped you hone your bodies and combat skills, all for this day!!"

"The great patriarch personally issued a mission that required the services of our brave warriors, and this glorious mission finally fell on our Death Scythe Legion, simply because our legion is one of the only three legions in the Northern Alliance that are purely from the Green Wild Tribe!!"

"The leaders of the two legions next door, Frost Blade Wolf Fang and Blood Fire Lion, are staring at us with jealous eyes. They really want to replace us and go to the battlefield. Will you let them do what they want?"

"Do not!!!"

"I won't let them have their way. This golden opportunity is before you all. I will also establish outstanding achievements on the battlefield and be personally commended and promoted by my lifelong idol, the great Patriarch Allen. I will also let the commanders of those two legions brush my shoes and lead my horses!!!"

"Do you want to follow me to get promoted, get rich, and bring glory to your family?"

"think!!!"

“That’s right!!!”

"A true warrior of the Green Tribe must sharpen the sword in our hands with the blood of our enemies, and use the corpses of our enemies to pave the way for our achievements!!"

"For the long-term continuation of the tribe and for the well-being of my family, kill!!!"

"Kill!! Kill!! Kill!!!"

Terrence Greenfield, the leader of the Death Scythe Legion, made a brief speech that was comparable to the bloodthirsty magic of the shaman profession. It immediately aroused the courage and fighting spirit in the goblins' blood, and they wished they could draw their swords and kill the enemies of the tribe right now.

"Set off!!!"

The leader of the bear goblin army looked at the high-spirited warriors with satisfaction. He raised his hand and swung the heavy sword straight towards the blood-red light column opposite the statue, and a thunderous sound burst out from his mouth.

Clank! Clank! Clank...

Teams of soldiers marched with vigorous steps and determined wills towards the magic circle shrouded by the blood-red light column. When their majestic figures passed through the light column, they immediately disappeared. When they stepped out again, they had already appeared in the depths of the Takhan Desert thousands of miles away.

The flesh and blood altar continued to operate, consuming a large amount of flesh and blood every minute. When the army of 10,000 people was about to pass through the altar and head to the battlefield, the legion commander Terence on the high platform stepped on the granite ground and quickly flew to a group of onlookers not far from the military camp.

"Elder Kohl, City Lord, please listen to the trumpet of victory!!!"

Terence raised his eyebrows and spoke provocatively, but his eyes were directed at several armored colleagues standing side by side with the leader Cole.

"Um……"

Kohl, a female goblin demigoddess with snow-white hair and a much more mature face, replied weakly, glancing longingly at the altar whose light was gradually dimming.

"Go."

"Behave well in front of the teacher!!"

“Never let you down!!!”

"I am leaving!!"

After bidding farewell to the Green Lake City officials who came to see him off, Terrence flew into the sky again and dived into the blood-red light column that was about to disappear.