The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1170 After the War
When the war in the Thorn Fortress came to an end, there was no point in the legendary teams and the three saints continuing to fight on the two battlefields in the void.

Dozens of legendary warriors from the elves fell behind the remaining elven army of less than 10,000 people, blocking the Blood and Fire Lion Heavy Cavalry Corps' pursuit. Although these legendary warriors may not be able to play a big role in large-scale group battles, they have the ability to influence the situation of the two armies of less than 10,000 people.

The strong men from the North naturally did not give the elves a chance, and blocked the elves' combat skills and magic that attacked the Blood and Fire Lions Legion, preventing their conspiracy from succeeding. However, the elves blocked their pursuit, and even with the help of the legendary strong men from the North, the elite cavalry of the Blood and Fire Lions Legion could hardly bypass the other strong men in a short time and kill the remaining soldiers.

Therefore, they had no choice but to stop and watch the military merit they had gained slip away from their hands.

Not until the remaining elven forces disappeared over the horizon did the strong men on the elven side, following the lead of the demigod archer Alicia, join forces to repel many powerful men from the North and then turn around and withdraw from the battlefield.

Cole, the newly promoted demigod, was full of fighting spirit and wanted to give chase again, but she caught a glimpse of her teammates' wounded bodies and exhausted mental states, and they seemed to have little will to chase after them. She finally stopped with regret and signaled everyone to rest.

The number and quality of the strong men gathered by various tribes in the North are still somewhat different from those sent by the Elf Kingdom to guard the border. This can be roughly seen from the damage suffered by both sides in the protracted battle.

In this fierce battle, the Northern Territory lost a legendary beginner, and three other legends were seriously injured and needed to recuperate for a period of time. The remaining warriors, including the demigod Kor, were basically injured, while the other side had only two legendary warriors who lost their combat effectiveness and withdrew from the battle.

Even though the Green Tribe has taken the initiative to share educational results and provide magic kitchen recipes over the years, the Northern tribes have made great progress in the cultivation of legendary seeds, and the number of legendary powerhouses has also increased to a certain extent, but overall, the scale of their powerhouses is still far from the point where they can be sacrificed at will, and every legend is still a valuable resource and wealth for each tribe.

In addition, the Northern Territory's counterattack against the Elf Kingdom did not gain the support of the Alliance, so naturally there would be no strong men from the various tribes in the Alliance coming to support it.

In the next war, the North will still have to rely on their existing manpower to continue the confrontation with the strong men of the Elf Kingdom. Even if Kor is warlike, he still knows what is important and what is not.

"...I have learned from Mr. Allen's skills this time. It is true that his reputation is worthy of admiration. I hope I will have the opportunity to continue to learn from you next time!!"

Kenny, the Saint Druid who transformed into a silver dragon, exhaled his last dragon breath of the day and created an iceberg floating in the void within a kilometer radius, blocking Alan's pursuit of his companion Helena. At the same time, he took the opportunity when Alan was taking a breath to express his intention to cease fire.

Helena, who was protected by the silver dragon, was not willing to give up. When she was about to continue to cast the powerful magic, Kenny, who had turned back into human form, held her right hand that was drawing the magic pattern. She gave up the action reluctantly, but her eyes were still alert and serious as she looked at the bear goblins outside the iceberg.

Alan has been fighting one against two elf saints, so there are naturally traces of battle on his armor, but his face has always maintained a cold and calm expression, especially the pair of pupils that have turned from dark green to golden. Whenever he looks into the eyes of the two elves, they always feel like they are looking into the eyes of a god, and the pressure is very heavy.

"it is good."

Alan had been sensing the changes in the fighting on the distant battlefield. Even the battles between the Northern powers and their opponents were monitored by his huge spiritual stance. After realizing that the battle in the fortress had come to an end, he knew that the battle between the powers in the sky was almost coming to an end.

After all, in this war, the real protagonists have never been the so-called strong men in the sky, but the fighting between those ordinary soldiers who look inconspicuous and like ants.

"You're going to regret this, Bugbear!!"

Elf priest Helena shook off Kenny's hand and tried to utter fierce words in a clear and pleasant voice: "From today on, there will be no room for maneuver between you, the Mansa Wilderness, and my kingdom. Wait for the slaughter of my kingdom's cavalry!! "

It seemed to be just a weak threat. Alan, expressionless, calmly withdrew his heavy sword and held it behind his back, and replied softly: "You don't have to come to me. I will meet you in the north soon."

After leaving this sentence, Alan turned and left. Since his opponents no longer had the desire to fight, there was no need for him to waste his precious time on them.

"you……"

A faint female voice came from behind him while he was speeding. Although he could not hear clearly what the other party said, Allen could still guess the general meaning of the other party, but he did not take it to heart at all. Ever since he decided to go north to attack the elf border, Allen had already made plans for the worst. The threat of a mere saint was too insignificant in comparison.

Soon, the opponent's breath also drifted rapidly towards the north, presumably heading for the next important stronghold (city) on the southern border of the Elf Kingdom, preparing to deal with the wilderness army heading north.

After a short while, Alan was back above the Thorn Fortress. His enormous mental power enveloped the entire city as he silently observed the results of the Northern Alliance's first battle and their losses.

"teacher!!"

The restless student Cole was originally helping to deal with the remaining elven soldiers who were fighting stubbornly in the city. When Alan's familiar breath appeared in the sky above the fortress, she soared straight into the sky and ran to Alan to take credit.

But when she was about a hundred meters away from Alan, her speed suddenly slowed down, because the bear goblin saint who came into her sight seemed somewhat strange, and his whole body exuded a sacredness and majesty that kept strangers away.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

Alan lowered his head to look at the white-haired, beautiful-looking dwarf goblin student who was dressed in dust but full of vigor and vitality, and asked calmly.

"Uh, yeah, it's okay!"

Kohl felt inexplicably sad and lost, and her excited mood became bleak. She responded with a forced smile.

"Hurry up and find a place to rest. You still have a lot of tough battles to fight next. By the way, you should also sort out and digest the experience of this fierce battle. Don't slack off."

After taking a closer look at Cole and finding that he was indeed fine, Allen withdrew his gaze and said, "I have something to take care of. I'll leave this place to you."

"Ok."

Cole hesitated to speak, and in the end, she was unable to say what was in her heart.

Seeing that Cole had nothing else to do, Alan turned around and flew towards the southeast. His intuition told him that there were several hidden auras in that direction. Although they did not have any malicious aura, they were not good either.

Less than a hundred miles out of the Thorn Fortress, the presence of those auras became clearer and clearer. It seemed that they had sensed Alan's perception of their group's auras, and they simply revealed their true appearance, slowly falling to the ground, and stopped to wait for Alan's arrival.

"Hello, Chief Alan."

Before the bear goblins that had landed in front of their group at lightning speed had come to a complete stop, the beautiful and charming drow matron Penile, who was in the lead, saluted Alan with a friendly and respectful attitude.

Beside her, the three drow matrons who had come into contact with Allen before also bowed humbly.

"If the four of you want to observe the battle in my northern border, you can just tell me directly. There is no need to be so sneaky."

Alan's indifferent voice entered the minds of the four drow matriarchs, making them feel nervous. The other party's warning was not concealed at all.