Chapter 162: The Demon Army Attacks
Vanessa believed that Ammon had no understanding of the demons.
"Vanessa, are demons really powerful?"
When Li Meng said this, Vanessa sighed helplessly.
Ammon truly didn't know about demons.
"Of course they're powerful. Beastmen are one of the strongest races on the continent, especially the noble Ghost Beastmen among them. They possess incredible strength and form the backbone of the demon race."
"The demon army has waged war across the continent for a thousand years, harboring deep hatred for heroes and gods."
"Two-thirds of the northern continent is already under demon occupation."
"Ammon, against such powerful demons, your only choice now is to run. Come with me."
Vanessa tried to stand up but found her body unable to move.
This was because the hand around her waist firmly held her down.
Li Meng grinned, reaching out to poke Vanessa's forehead.
"Vanessa, this is the southern continent!"
The meaning behind Ammon's words was clear to Vanessa.
"Ammon, ten years ago, the demons already conquered the Wasteland Slaves and Centaurs of the southern wilderness. Even if the invading demon army isn't their main force, it's not something you can handle right now."
Vanessa was genuinely anxious.
She hadn't expected the demons to come so suddenly.
She had believed that Ammon's tribe could grow rapidly and become an indispensable force to wipe out humanity in the future.
But the demons' arrival shattered all her illusions.
Li Meng smiled, his large hand gently caressing Vanessa's face.
"Don't worry, Vanessa. I've long known that the demons would launch a massive invasion."
Vanessa's expression froze upon hearing this.
Ammon already knew about the demons' invasion?
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Could there be some connection between Ammon and the demons?
There must have been some kind of interaction between Ammon and the demons.
With these thoughts in mind, Vanessa was forcibly held by Li Meng as they both went back to sleep.
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The arrival of the demon army threw the Throne Tribe into a frenzy.
Early in the morning, a deep horn sound echoed through the tribe.
Hunting parties scattered throughout the Goblin Forest began gathering toward the Throne Tribe.
A month ago, the Throne Tribe had ceased large-scale hunting operations.
In the military camps of the northern and eastern sectors, nearly 80,000 goblins were stationed.
To improve the goblins' combat effectiveness, higher-ranked goblins started training their subordinates in fighting techniques.
Today, both the northern and eastern sectors remained lively.
The goblins were sweating as they underwent rigorous training.
The commotion of the day quietly subsided as night fell.
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The next afternoon...
In the forest east of the Throne Tribe, a small team of goblin boar riders suddenly burst out from the woods.
The buffer zone outside the wooden walls had grown to a width of over 700 meters, significantly expanded from the original 500 meters due to the tribe's need for lumber during its construction.
"They're coming! They're coming!"
The boars snorted as they rushed toward the eastern gate.
The goblins on their backs screamed loudly.
"Whooo!"
Before long, the deep sound of a horn resounded within the tribe.
The horn's call threw the Throne Tribe into chaos.
"Boys, get up on the wooden walls!"
"Move it, you lazy bums!"
Under the leader's scolding, goblins from the eastern and northern sectors rushed toward the northern and eastern walls.
The thunderous sound of footsteps echoed throughout the tribe.
The goblins, charging in different directions, formed a green tide.
In no time, the tall walls were bristling with spears.
Goblins filled every inch of space on the wooden walls, and shadows bustled within the inner areas of the walls as well.
The 15-meter-tall wooden walls were not solid but hollow.
The interior space was divided into three levels, each riddled with shooting holes for goblin crossbowmen to fire at enemies safely.
Though goblins were weak, crossbows made them formidable.
The chaos in the tribe lasted only a short while.
In less than half an hour, the Throne Tribe fell into a deathly silence.
The goblins on the walls curiously watched the eastern forest, their eyes filled with anticipation and excitement.
The sheer number of their kind gave them courage.
The presence of their leader instilled in them an unshakable belief in victory.
Time passed, minute by minute, second by second.
Suddenly, the eastern forest stirred.
A group of towering figures, riding various mounts, slowly emerged from the woods.
Seeing the towering wooden walls in the distance, the Ghost Beastmen centurions narrowed their eyes.
Though they had come across many goblin tribes during their journey, none could compare to the grandeur of the one before them.
It had not only towering wooden walls but also countless watchtowers.
Every 25 meters, a 30-meter-tall watchtower stood guard.
"Lord Iron Mask, you were right!"
A Ghost Beastman behind Iron Mask wore an ugly expression.
The Ghost Beastmen all stared in disbelief at the distant tribe.
Goblins had managed to build such an impressive wooden stronghold.
"It's just a wooden wall. How could it stop us?"
A Ghost Beastman snapped out of its shock, sneering with a look of disdain.
In the face of the strong, unless enchanted stone walls were used, all else was like paper, easily destroyed in a single strike.
Just then, the forest behind them erupted in noise.
Large numbers of Pigmen and Beastmen poured out from the trees, their dense footsteps shaking the ground.
Before long, the demon army stretched out like an unbroken wave outside the kilometer-long forest.
A dark, oppressive mass of figures seemed poised to unleash destruction.
Sitting atop a Savage Bull Beast, Iron Mask raised his hand and pointed forward.
"Pigmen, advance!"
"Beastmen, advance!"
"Centaurs, attack!"
The vast plains echoed with the roars of commanders from various races.
The Pigmen and Beastmen marched forward in unison.
A dark wave surged toward the eastern walls of the Throne Tribe.
The Centaurs broke into a gallop, their shadowy forms sweeping across the wooden walls like storm clouds.
The thunderous sound of hooves shook the heavens and earth.
Just then, a sharp sound tore through the sky.
A massive sword spun through the air and struck the ground 100 meters away with a thud.
"Everyone, there's no need to rush!"
A thunderous roar echoed from within the tribe.
The voice was so loud it drowned out the sound of the demon army's advance.
Iron Mask furrowed his brow and raised his hand.
Behind him, a Ghost Beastman removed a horn from its waist and blew it.
"Whooo!"
The urgent horn calls echoed across the battlefield.
The advancing Beastmen and Pigmen stopped in their tracks.
The Centaurs, who had charged ahead, quickly turned and circled back.
At this moment, atop a watchtower on the eastern wall...
"Vanessa, provide cover for me. I'll deal with them!"
Vanessa, clad in tight leather armor and holding a longbow, nodded solemnly.