The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1183 Passing by
With Alan's current status and power, no one in the North can stop him from making a decision.

After he made the final decision, all that was left for Albad and the others to do was to actively formulate a plan and cooperate with Allen's actions.

The meeting lasted less than two magic hours, but the siege plan was worked out clearly. Alan memorized all the details in his mind, and when the meeting was over, only Albad and Cole, two of the Green Fields' backbones, stayed.

"My entry into the underground world this time is not just a spur-of-the-moment decision to help you deliver a letter."

The tent was heavily guarded inside and outside, but Allen still signaled Albad to erect a barrier to cover the three of them to prevent the content of the conversation from being leaked.

"I am indeed planning to travel to the underground world. If I have the chance, I would also like to go through the plane gap connecting the underground world and the Endless Abyss and take a trip into the abyss."

"It's time to prepare for something."

After hearing this, Albad and Cole suddenly realized that their powerful leader and teacher had other plans in mind, and did not just want to help them.

"If I go out this time, I don't know when I will return to the tribe, so the affairs of the tribe will be left to you two to take care of."

"But Chief, we still need you to take charge of the war here!!"

Albad wanted to keep Allen. After all, he was new to commanding such an important war, and he had no confidence without Allen, the patriarch, by his side.

"I have 100% confidence in you, kids!!"

"I believe you will give me a satisfactory answer and fight for a bright future for our northern border."

"As for the saints accompanying the army, you don't have to worry. After the main force of the dark elves returns to the ground, the two His Majesties will definitely not feel at ease with their people. At that time, even if you don't ask them to, they will take the initiative to stay in the army."

Alan patted the two outstanding members of the dwarf goblin tribe in front of him and said comfortingly.

After another round of instructions, Allen let the two leave to prepare for the siege, while he himself had to sort out the supplies and materials on him to see if he needed to take some from the coalition's baggage to take with him.

This was not a sudden idea of ​​Alan. If it were not for the opportunity to launch a counterattack to the north, Alan might have left the Green Tribe long ago and traveled to various planes and the endless starry sky.

According to the current development momentum of the Church of the God of Food, as well as Alan's own progress in cracking and mastering the Seed of Faith, after many exchanges with the divine consciousness, he unanimously agreed that he would be qualified to ascend the throne in no more than five hundred years.

And this time estimate is very conservative. Allen feels that the actual progress will only be earlier and not later.

Therefore, he needed to plan and prepare in advance for the last and most dangerous hurdle.

For example, the equipment and tools on him should be replaced if necessary, and strengthened if necessary. Although he had not needed much equipment and props for so many years, and Allen believed in his own real strength, it did not mean that Allen would be stupid enough to think that these things had no value.

These things were dispensable in the past because Alan wanted to save resources to provide for the development of the tribe and train talents. He was also extremely confident in his own strength and knew that even without these things he could deal with various threats.

But the next crucial step is not only about his own future and life, but also about the survival of the entire Green Tribe and even the stability of the entire North. With Alan's character, he naturally knows how to adapt.

However, with Alan's current strength, there are not many materials and resources that can catch his eye in the Feynman world. They have either been controlled by the churches under the five major pantheons, or are in mysterious places like the vast ocean that are not suitable for terrestrial races to adventure. Often, the effort is thankless and the rewards are not worth the effort.

In the end, Alan turned his attention to the various planes outside of Feynman's world. Among these planes, the only ones with relatively detailed information and the easiest passages to and from them were the underground world and the endless abyss where gaps between planes often appeared.

Feynman's world has too many restrictions on saints, making it difficult for Allen to display his powerful strength, let alone hone his strength through battle and delve into stronger combat skills and expertise.

Woohoo~~~
dong dong dong~~~
The melodious sounds of antler trumpets brought out the atmosphere of war, followed by the dull and majestic sound of war drums. The shamans with primitive patterns painted on their faces danced to the war drums, and soon a halo rose from the war dance, radiating to all the warriors within a distance of nearly a thousand meters.

Rays of magical light were brewing as the spellcasting team carefully cast spells, and were driven by the spellcasters' staffs to float towards the tall city in the distance.

The first wave of the offensive began.
Whoops! ! ! !
Following the magic, there were also balls of fire burning with blazing flames. They were physical stone balls soaked in kerosene thrown out by the projectile vehicles and magic summons.

shhhhhh! ! !
Dense arrows turned into a dark cloud and flew towards the distant city at the same time. Countless attacks were intercepted halfway by the elven soldiers guarding the city, but a considerable number of attacks still fell on the top of the city and were finally blocked by a huge arc-shaped dome, which was the magic barrier raised by the fortress.

boom! ! Boom boom! ! !
The magic scroll tied to the arrow was activated by the impact, and instantly produced clusters of colorful fireworks of varying sizes on the dome. Although they could not break through the protection of the barrier, they also consumed a lot of energy from the dome.

More long-range attacks continued to be launched, each wave was so grand and huge, and also burned with the smell of money.

The elves guarding the city did not sit still and wait for death. The long-range equipment that had been placed inside and outside the city for many years finally came in handy. Under the skillful and powerful operation of a group of soldiers, they roared and fired huge stones, giant arrows or barrels of kerosene into the sky.

There were also the elven archers who were already good at shooting. The exquisite longbows in their hands were pulled into full moons. The arrows on the strings trembled slightly until they loosened between the archers' fingers, and then they shot into the sky with a whoosh.

Protection from arrows!!
The stance has changed!!!

……

All kinds of magic were flying in the sky, either smashing into each other's shields or blocking incoming long-range attacks. The attacks, seemingly not fierce, were full of murderous intent. If a soldier was not careful, his life would be taken away and he would fall to the ground with a bang.

The long-range bombardment lasted for most of the day before it finally destroyed the magic dome formed by the cooperation of several magic towers in the fortress. The Northern Vanguard Corps, which had been ready for a long time, responded to the order and tens of thousands of soldiers launched a charge towards the distant city.

Take it! Take it! !
The bird-wing flying crossbows, giant crossbows and other attack weapons in the rear of the coalition forces did not care about the danger of parts fatigue at this time. The soldiers frantically loaded giant arrows into the quivers, and then immediately shot them at the city walls, building invisible ladders for the charging soldiers to climb the city walls.

The elven soldiers on the city wall waited until the Northern soldiers began to climb the city walls before they lifted buckets of boiling gold juice and kerosene and poured them directly onto the outside of the steep city walls. At the same time, they picked up a scroll of information and threw it onto the wall sprayed with kerosene. With a whoosh, the flames that shot up into the sky instantly engulfed a large section of the city wall. Some Northern soldiers fell from the wall crying, tumbling and struggling in the flames until they fell silently in the flames and continued to burn.

Alan mixed in with a group of charging Northern warriors, controlling his own pace to match that of the warriors beside him, chanting and casting spells as he ran, and repeatedly cast several low- and medium-level divine spells on himself and the warriors around him, just to give these warriors who were serving as cover a little more combat power.

Of course, he did not forget to brandish the Bone Cutter covered with a layer of fur in his hand to break the arrows and magic shot from the front one by one, but he still did not reveal his powerful strength.

This silent team soon arrived under the high city wall, and no elf discovered Alan hiding there. Until then Alan stomped his legs heavily on the ground, and the ground sank one or two meters deep. At the same time, Alan's body rose from the ground and flew directly over the 4-50 meter high city wall. Finally, he stimulated the surging divine power in his body, and repeatedly tapped the void with the Yanbo Step, dragging a long phantom and heading straight for the center of the fortress.

"Ok??"

“Oh, damn!!”

The three elven saints in the city had already noticed the explosion of Alan's aura above the city, and with slightly nervous looks on their faces, they pushed open the roofs of their buildings and quickly rushed towards the location of Alan's aura.

They were inevitably a little surprised: Could it be that this bugbear saint really dared to break the rules and interfere in the mortal war? Otherwise, why would he appear in their own fortress?
However, the three saints who were chasing in a hurry were still a little slow. By the time they saw the burly figure of the bear goblin Allen from afar, Allen had already arrived at the inner city defense of the fortress. The heavy sword Bone Cutter shook off the fur wrapped on it, revealing the golden sword body. As Allen grasped the hilt with both hands and slashed down with the sword, the barrier formed by the three wizard towers in the inner city was broken on the spot, revealing a huge pit with a radius of ten miles.

"You three, there's no need to see me off. I'm just passing by and want to take a look around the underground world."

At this time, Alan still had time to turn around and fly backwards, bowing and explaining calmly to the three elf saints chasing him.

After saying this, Alan's body suddenly fell, straight into the dark and deep hole in the center of the tiankeng, until his figure and breath were swallowed by the darkness.

The three saints arrived at the edge of the tiankeng less than ten breaths later. They stopped with grim expressions and hesitated for a moment.

"Forget it, let's go back!!"

After a long silence, the Elf Druid Kenny spoke to his two companions awkwardly.

Although the three were unwilling, they were also somewhat thankful that at least the bear goblin leader was not so stupid as to violate the rules, otherwise the three of them would really have to fight to the death with the other party.