Gael Regon’s lant could be described as the cry of a cuckoo bleeding, causing heartbreak in listeners and tears in those who hear it.
However, it underestimated the brutality of the Green Dragon’s rule, and Ali resolutely rejected its request for a respite, saying, "We must continue our attack! Take advantage of our absolute superiority in numbers, launch a relentless assault day and night from all directions, and sustain it for over half a month."
"You’ve suffered heavy casualties; are the humans not decimated? Their Knight Order will also grow weary, their city defenses will be riddled with holes. If you cannot capture this human castle despite having a tenfold advantage, I’ll turn you all into fertilizer!"
Gael Regon roared with resentnt, "But the morale of the forest’s offspring has already collapsed! Days of continuous attacks have had no effect; now the soldiers at the front line tremble with fear at the sight of the human Knight Order, fleeing in panic at the re sight!"
The term "fleeing in panic" is an exceptionally apt description, without any exaggeration.
When the monsters attacking the city, especially those despicable gnolls, kobolds, and even giants, saw the knights shining with golden light appearing on the horizon with the glow of the sunset, countless long lances and greatswords reflecting a chilling radiance, they were instantly so terrified that their morale collapsed, completely abandoning the retreat of the tree demons breaching the fortified city, they imdiately turned tail and ran. Fearing even the slightest delay would leave them flattened and chopped to pieces by those knights.
This resulted in Gael Regon’s Tree Demon Legion suffering extraordinarily heavy losses.
Of course, the Green Dragon and Gael Regon had thought of setting up ambushes, after all, insidious ambushes and cunning tactics are the Green Dragon’s favorite tricks.
But in this kind of contest, it wasn’t just Gael Regon’s ntality that was falling apart; Green Dragon Aelirea was also repeatedly infuriated, venting her frustration on the tree demons who inadvertently crossed in front of her.
Aelirea found that her ambushes were always evaded by humans, and the spots she overlooked were invariably raided by the human knights.
The entire deploynt of the Green Dragon Legion was consistently shattered by the human Knight Order, so directions even suffering disastrous defeats, with fleeing troops scattered across the hills and valleys.
She had already guessed that humans likely possess so intelligence-gathering ability.
But no matter how she changes, how she struggles, even if she spontaneously decided in the morning to resolutely alter the deploynt set the previous night, completely her impromptu combat plan, she would still be ambushed by humans.
It seed like humans already knew ahead of ti how she would deploy, even when she herself wasn’t clear about tomorrow’s deploynt.
Regardless of her struggles, choosing to keep everything unchanged, she would inevitably end up in the human-prepared ambush circle.
This left her with no choice but to abandon the Green Dragon’s specialty of sches and stratagems, and on the advice of certain "human schers," face the humans in the dumbest, most straightforward decisive battle.
This was very unsettling for the Green Dragon, defeating enemies with open formations and direct banners, even if they won, it brought no joy, completely out of character for the Green Dragon.
Don’t think this is an optional matter of happiness and style; in fact, it concerns the dignity of the Green Dragon, its rank, and internal racial prejudices among the Dragon Race!
The Green Dragon is most incompatible with the Red Dragon among all dragons. The Red Dragon considers the Green Dragon insidious, deceitful, only daring to use various plots and sches in the shadows, never facing combat head-on.
While the Green Dragon thinks the Red Dragon is brainless, a typical brutish warrior, only knowing to charge recklessly in direct assaults, with no wisdom or tactics.
This relates to internal racial prejudice between the two Giant Dragons, akin to the discrimination between knights and slaves among humans.
If knights had to admit their tactics were ineffective, and rely on slave tactics to win, where would the knights’ dignity be? How could the knights retain their pride?
If knights had to rely on the contributions of slaves to win, all knights might beco like frostbitten eggplants, wilting and mired in deep self-doubt.
The Green Dragon is now in such a state. If it were a Red Dragon, its ntality would directly crumble; it’s just that the insidious Green Dragon has a lower baseline, it will do anything for gold, except personally using the Red Dragon’s tactics.
Thus, it shifted the pressure and internal conflict onto Gael Regon, forcing it to fight, then the reckless one beca the foolish tree demons, not the Green Dragon.
Aelirea’s cold golden pupils swept over Gael Regon, and she asserted, "After all, this is a castle built by dwarves! Do you really expect to capture it in just a few days? At least be prepared for half a month’s bloody battle! If the tree demons’ morale collapses after just a few days of siege, you need to reflect and resolve this yourself!"
"Reflect and resolve this myself?" Gael Regon nearly set ablaze the foliage atop its head in fury.
"Reflect on what? The Monster Legion’s morale has never been as strong as the humans’, this is an undeniable fact.
In this world, there’s no race that’s not considered a monster! To survive in this dark, hopeless world, every race undoubtedly fits the description of demon and ghost, literal aning of monster.
It’s just that the forest monsters are monsters in appearance, while humans are monsters in spirit and ntal fortitude."
The creatures of the forest are terrifying to behold, so humans call them monsters. But in the eyes of monsters, humanity’s unparalleled courage, extrely resilient spirit and will, and their high morale are also monster-like existences.
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