The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1254

As the Frost Giant Baron's resounding shouts echoed across the entire battlefield, his imposing figure, holding a massive head, stood suspended in mid-air. While he couldn't completely shatter the will of the demon warriors fighting on the battlefield, it was nonetheless a severe blow to their resilient spirit.

The advantages, or rather disadvantages, brought by the frost giant's enormous size were now fully exposed. Even the demon warriors, whose eyesight was not outstanding, could clearly see the face of the head held in the hand of the frost giant baron who should have been eliminated when they looked up at the sky. No one could question whether the other party's words were lying or deceiving everyone.

Demons are born to revere killing and chaos, and even when they are in dire straits, they may not waver much. However, the invincible image and fact that the Frost Giant General Sebas has established in this army over thousands of years made these elite warriors never think that he would fall.

At least, in this war to quell the rebellion, not a single demon warrior believed they would be defeated.

At this moment, the head of the general in command was suddenly taken away and humiliated by the target of the mopping-up operation. This was an unprecedented situation for these elite soldiers, which naturally caused them to lose their composure and composure.

The soldiers of the Frost faction clearly sensed that the demon warriors they were fighting against were becoming weak and feeble, and their spirits were also becoming scattered and panicked. They immediately increased their attack intensity, and even their reserve forces were timely deployed to the battlefield, thus beginning the battle to defeat the demon army at the foot of the volcano.

Allen surveyed the sky for less than ten minutes before swooping down to attack a ten-thousand-strong, fiercely resisting army.

boom! ! !
The bear goblins crashed to the ground like cannonballs, and the momentum combined with their raging fury instantly destroyed the relatively intact legion structure on the ground. The aftereffects of the violent shaking and cracking of the ground also caused the army to be divided into irregular groups of varying sizes once again.

With a sweep of his greatsword, Allen's body spun, and the Blade of Fury whipped up a towering, snow-white hurricane that swept up thousands of demon warriors who were still reeling from the impact. They were swept into the sky and then, amidst the rapidly spinning ice and rock fragments in the hurricane, turned into clumps of minced meat.

The snow-white hurricane gradually faded away, its surface now stained crimson. Sparse raindrops of fleshy pulp fell, leaving mottled stains on the land and the soldiers within a kilometer radius.

Allen, who had killed at least two thousand warriors in one fell swoop, suddenly stopped in his tracks. After sweeping his gaze across the bloody mud around him, he seemed somewhat annoyed, because he suddenly remembered that the ultimate goal of this war was to harvest a large amount of flesh and blood materials.

While his previous move, the Raging Tide Sword, was quite powerful, it also turned over a thousand corpses into mincemeat, which was rather wasteful as offerings and materials.

After reflecting on his actions, the Bear Goblin Saint once again took up the Bonebreaker and charged towards a group of demons who, despite being intimidated by his powerful combat strength, still raised their weapons in preparation for resistance. He leaped high into the air, ignoring the magic-like attacks and mid-to-long-range weapon attacks fired at him, and with a Heaven-Opening Strike, he descended from the sky and struck the center of the enemy formation.

boom! !

Pfft pfft~~~
Corpses were thrown into the air by the impact, and then fell heavily to the ground. The ranks of hundreds of warriors that had just been assembled were now empty, with not a single one able to stand.

Swish! !

Swish!!! Swish!!!

In this environment and situation, the Rage Slash was like the scythe in the hand of death, easily reaping the lives of the demon legion warriors wave after wave. Even with the destructive power of a peak saint, these demon warriors, who were at most at the quasi-legendary level, could not withstand the butcher's blade slashing towards them.

It was originally an act of bullying the weak and attacking from a lower dimension. Without the restraint of the top powerhouses Sebas and his group, and with the threat of the Frost Trolls from Vorosk's group, Allen appeared alone on the demon army's battlefield. The destructive effect and efficiency he achieved were even greater than that of an entire Frost Troll legion.

After a boastful and intimidating shout, the Frost Giant Baron crashed down from the sky onto the battlefield, transforming into a war behemoth that swept through the demon army, its killing efficiency no less than that of Allen.

Finally, the demon army, having lost its leader, began to collapse and scatter after holding out for nearly half a month.

With the intensity and difficulty of the fighting drastically reduced, the rebel army, primarily composed of frost trolls, immediately launched a follow-up offensive. After all, their mission this time was not simply about winning a battle. Allen circled and fought his way along the foot of the volcano until there were no more organized resistance troops around the Eastern Ridge Volcano, at which point he stopped. The cleanup work was no longer Allen's concern. After all, he was a top-tier saint, and it was already beneath his dignity to personally engage in combat to preserve the effective fighting force of this troll army; to further pursue the scattered deserters would be excessive.

"My lord, thank you for your hard work."

The Frost Troll leader, Vorosk, reeking of blood, quickly arrived. His resolute face showed a hint of gratitude. If Allen hadn't intervened to trap the Frost Giant General Sebas and his eight commanders, the Frothroat tribe's army alone would have suffered heavy losses if they had tried to win this war, even if it was possible.

Moreover, this series of military plans were all made by this divine messenger. From having the Frost Giant Baron host a celebratory banquet to invite lords from surrounding territories to gather, to the troll army raiding the strongholds of various factions, to the reaction of the Wrathful King Koschitch after learning of the rebellion, to the final destination of the mopping-up army, almost everything was guessed by the Bear Land Spirit.

What was originally an opponent that was almost impossible for the entire Festering Throat tribe to challenge turned into a series of brilliant victories against overwhelming odds thanks to Allen's ingenious planning.

"Ah."

Allen nodded slightly, then asked with concern, "Did our Lord suffer heavy losses among his followers in this battle?"

"Thanks to the God of Food, the losses this time are much less than we expected. Including the 30,000 to 40,000 troll, goblin and other warriors we recruited from several territories, our losses are only a little over 70,000."

Vorosk responded with a hint of satisfaction. Although many of their tribal warriors had died in battle, they had also gained a great deal. The various resources and wealth they had plundered from several territories alone were enough to offset the sacrifices of their people.

In addition, a certain number of trolls were replenished during the clearing of various territories, so the overall number of their troll tribe did not change much in the end.

Of course, some data cannot be converted in such a simple way. The gap between elite warriors and ordinary comrades is huge. From the perspective of strength reduction, the loss of Festering Throat is still considerable.

"The pursuit of the fleeing soldiers needs to be swift and decisive; we cannot afford to linger."

Hearing Vorosk's reply, Allen felt somewhat relieved. What he needed was a powerful tribe. After migrating them to Feynman World, they would be sent to the front lines immediately. If too many elites were lost, their importance to the North would be greatly diminished, and the resources there would be wasted. It might not be a worthwhile deal.

"We should have collected enough flesh and blood resources by now. Combined with the mass of the corpses of the peak Saint-level Frost Giant and several Demon Commanders on the mountaintop, it should be enough to teleport you all to Feynman World."

"It's impossible to wipe out the defeated soldiers completely, which means that it won't be long before Koschitch, the Lord of the Abyss, receives the news. Our time is also very tight."

"clear."

Upon hearing Allen's words, a fleeting look of joy crossed Vorosk's face before he replied in a deep voice.

In the following days, the battlefield of Dongling Volcano gradually became deserted. Apart from the volcano's summit, which was now half its original height, and the cratered ground at its foot, all other traces of the war had disappeared under the cover of the heavy snow.

Soon after, a bright, blood-red pillar of light suddenly rose from the mountains on the eastern edge of the volcanic territory, shooting straight into the sky and tearing a huge passage through the thick dimensional barrier of the abyss, establishing a close connection with a certain plane in the endless starry sky.

A few days after the crimson pillar of light dissipated, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared in the mountains. A frost giant, nearly twenty meters tall, stood in the sky above the icy plains, surveying the entire world with a domineering gaze, trying to find some clue.

In the end, having gained nothing, the frost giant let out a roar that tore through the sky, and after destroying countless mountains with his bare body, he left the border hills in despair.