The Green Dragon's Nest Building Chronicles: The Rescue of the Northern Red Roses

Roars echoed through the camp, blood splattered, severed limbs littered the ground—
a nightmare for the Miraba human warriors.

"Run! The monsters are coming in!" "The green dragon! It's the green dragon—we can't possibly defeat them!
" The adventurers, who usually swaggered and mocked the Miraba soldiers' cowardice, now ran faster than anyone else, even
disrupting the Miraba army's formation, breaking through the camp's fences and fleeing, completely disregarding their previous act of saving them.

"Hold on! Everyone, hold on!" A beautiful, chestnut-haired girl, clad in leather armor and a cloak, with skin as white as a snow-capped mountain shrouded in mist,
wielded her serpentine longsword, decapitating a gnoll with one strike, and with her other hand, she lashed out with a whip,
wrapping it around the neck of a spear-wielding warrior.

"Everyone, hold formation and don't retreat! The teacher will come to our aid!" The girl lashed out with her whip, pulling the lizardman
towards her. Then, she delivered a flying kick to his neck. The spikes on the toes of her tall leather boots pierced his neck,
and with a final pull, the ferocious lizardman's neck gaped open, blood splattering everywhere as he screamed and collapsed.

"Clementine, the situation is dire! Why hasn't the city lord appeared yet? There are too many monsters! If we don't retreat, we're all doomed!" A female dwarf, her face covered in hair and clad in full armor , roared
as she smashed the head of an orc to pieces with a large black hammer . 　　Clementine, the Crimson Hammer Guard of the North, threw a dagger, striking a goblin in the right eye as she shouted, "Hulm , retreating now will only lead to them chasing us relentlessly, turning it into a massacre! Hold on, trust your teacher, he'll have a plan. He's already got Silvermoon City to support us; I heard they'll send a legendary warrior. That green dragon won't last much longer!" 　　"Really? If those Silvermoon City guys don't come, we're really going to be slaughtered by these monsters— " Before Hulm could finish speaking, two tall, muscular trolls and an ogre wielding a stone axe charged at her. Even with her immense strength, the long battle had left her exhausted. Her hammer blow missed the troll 's head, only smashing its shoulder, but for this monster with its astonishing regenerative abilities, it was nothing. 　　"Whoa—" A troll suddenly grabbed Hulm and pinned her down. Hulm swung her fist and smashed his jaw, but the troll held on tightly. Another troll also pressed down, and the ogre pounced, smashing her faceplate with a stone axe. Even with her strength, she couldn't push aside the three monsters that weighed over 5,000 pounds combined, only managing to make her eyes roll back in her head. 　　"Hulm—I'll help you!" Clementine knew that ordinary attacks were ineffective against these thick-skinned monsters . She reached for the Molotov cocktail in her skirt armor pocket. Only fire was the troll's nemesis; ogres were also afraid of fire. If she could just throw it out… 　　Damn it, she'd run out? Clementine's heart sank. She had left all her equipment in the cave she was exploring. Although she had replenished some weapons, she hadn't replenished items like Molotov cocktails. 　　"Awooo—" Accompanied by a shrill scream, five gnolls swung their clubs at her. She could only parry the onslaught of these frenzied beasts with a sword and a whip, while simultaneously unleashing a barrage of leg spikes to barely force them back. 　　"Roar—" The terrifying green dragon in the air spewed poison gas at the Miraba soldiers' formation again . With just one breath, forty or fifty soldiers clutched their necks and fell to the ground screaming. After a few struggles, their flesh turned into a pool of foul-smelling blood. Such a large-scale gas attack would be unbearable even for the most determined army. 　　"Run! Run—" The soldiers, their spirits broken, dropped their weapons and scattered like stray dogs. Many were even trampled to death by their own comrades. Behind them, trolls, ogres, gnolls, goblins, lizardmen, orcs, and hags all roared excitedly and relentlessly pursued them. 　　"It's over, it's really over. Why didn't you appear, teacher? Why didn't the legendary powerhouse of Silvermoon City appear?" 　　Clementine felt a chill of despair. No miracle had occurred. She couldn't help but regret not having ordered the army to retreat sooner. This was nearly a third of Miraba's most elite knightly order, inexplicably perished in this desolate and treacherous place. What if her old enemy, Slukan, took the opportunity to attack? 　　In her despair and distraction, a rather tall, blue-scaled war lizardman swung a short spear at her. Clementine dodged in the chaos, but her right shoulder was already slashed by the spear tip. The tall war lizardman grabbed the long spear handed to him by his subordinate and charged at her with lightning speed, aiming straight for her vital heart. 　　The opponent was incredibly skilled, and Clementine could only wield her whip rapidly. She had already decided to retreat, but Hulm had been captured, and she couldn't abandon her companion . However, staying here was pointless, so she decided to retreat first and then try to rescue him. 　　Unfortunately, in that brief moment of hesitation, a large hand grabbed her delicate ankle and violently lifted her upwards. Clementine, the Northern Crimson Rose, lost her balance and fell to the ground. Before she could even jump up, several gnolls had already pinned her firmly to the ground, snatching her whip and longsword from her hands. She kicked desperately, and the spikes on the toes of her boots struck the skull of the ogre holding her ankle. He screamed in agony as he squeezed her ankle, and a painful groan emanated from her bones. 　　"Ahhh—let go—" Clementine struggled desperately, but pairs of sinister hands roamed over her body, beginning to peel off her leather armor. One hand had already reached under her skirt armor to tear at her underwear , filling her with unprecedented terror. She began to regret not having committed suicide before being captured. 　　"This pink-skinned woman has hidden weapons in her boots, take off her boots—" a gnoll shouted, shoving aside the dead ogre and grabbing the spikes on the toe of Clementine's right boot. With his other hand, he reached into the top of her over-the-knee boot and pulled it up to her calf. Clementine tried to kick him with her other foot in terror, but the gnoll grabbed her other foot and forcefully pulled off her boot. 　　Her long boots were finally forcibly ripped off her long, powerful legs and thrown aside, leaving only thick stockings to protect her delicate feet from chafing. These stockings were quickly stripped off, revealing her translucent, jade-like feet. Her ten toenails shimmered pink like mica, her toes tightly clenched as if trying to hide something, yet nothing was concealed. The soles of her feet were soft and pink, exuding a rich, pleasant fragrance.

For the gnolls, whose sense of smell was thousands of times greater than that of ordinary humans, the scent of her feet was an incredibly stimulating aphrodisiac.
One gnoll licked the sweat on the soles of her feet, enjoying the salty, savory touch, while
a troll licked her other foot. Several large hands tore off the leather armor, skirt, and cloak of Northern Red Rose,
leaving her underwear exposed. Several hands took turns kneading her two firm breasts.

Two lewd hands groped her genitals and anus.

"No, no—please kill me, kill me now—" Clementine now only regretted not
committing suicide. Being violated by these monsters would be worse than death; she would rather die than become a tool for these monsters' lust
.

Just then, a bolt of lightning struck the monsters who were pinning her down, ready to rape her. "Whoa—
" The monsters' hair stood on end, and their penises, shocked by the electric shock, became erect
.

"Stop! Don't insult women! They are our prisoners. Their lives, along with those of the other invaders
, belong to the great Bloodfall Child. To violate them is to damage your master's important property. Anyone
who does this will die!" A 1.9-meter-tall blue dragon sorceress appeared before the monsters, wand in hand.

The monsters knew she was Aesia, the Green Master's nanny and lover. No one dared to oppose her,
for to oppose her was to defy the Green Master. Thus, their lust subsided, and they abandoned Clementine to continue their pursuit of
the other enemies.

Ecia stepped forward, picked up the tattered cloak, and tossed it to Clementine, saying, "Put this on. I'll watch them and make sure
they don't violate you. Even in war, the safety and dignity of prisoners should be protected."

"Th-thank you... I will definitely repay your kindness today," Clementine said gratefully.
Judging from the woman's pointed ears, she must have elven blood. No wonder an evil half-dragon sorcerer could still possess kindness and
compassion. Perhaps she could win her over?

However, the half-dragon sorcerer only restrained her subordinates from raping women; she didn't show the expected mercy and let
them go. That terrible pursuit caused Haraba to lose his most elite troops, with only a very small number escaping
back. Such losses were unprecedented in recent decades. If it were against their old adversary, Luskan's Arcane Brotherhood henchmen
, it would be one thing, but to be reduced to this by a mere green dragon ruling a mountain was truly unacceptable
.

Fortunately, she didn't see her teacher among the prisoners, which relieved her. She thought he had finally broken through
and escaped. If he could return, he could bring reinforcements, or at least the council could pay to ransom her and Hulm
.

After being captured, Clementine and Hulm were stripped of all their weapons and locked in a steel cage. With
their skills, they still had a chance to escape, but the enemy threatened to execute all the prisoners if they tried, forcing them to abandon their
escape plans.

For nearly a month, there was still no news of Mibala. Hulm became increasingly anxious
and began to provoke the guards daily. The guards couldn't help but drag her out and beat her. Fortunately, she was thick-skinned
and didn't care, but Clementine always felt that this was unwise. Was it fun to be beaten every day? Wasn't this just
being pathetic? She didn't want to suffer like that.

After a month of imprisonment, she was covered in grime and mud, and hadn't had a chance to bathe. The
smell was almost making her faint. The sturdy metal shackles on her hands and feet had chafed her wrists and ankles
, causing scabs that had been rubbed raw and turned purplish-black. She was worried that this would cause her wounds to become necrotic, and the monsters
wouldn't bother to treat her.

What could she do? She was constantly hungry, and the mushy food had a strange smell, but she couldn't refuse to eat it.
Now, her strength was severely depleted, and even if she escaped, without weapons, she probably couldn't handle even a regular gnoll or kobold
. If she wanted to escape, she could only head towards the wood elf forest, but she couldn't abandon her comrades, and she simply
didn't have the strength to escape.

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"Sigh, this is so boring," Hawk, the gnoll leader, sat listlessly on a large rock,
fiddling with a woman's brown-red thigh-high leather boot in his hand.

As the most trusted confidant of the King of Cliffhills, son of the Bloodfall Calamity of the North (in his own opinion), Hawke is now
second only to the dragon and above all monsters (in his own opinion), leading nearly a thousand gnolls. If organized by tribe, this could
be considered a large tribe. He is one of the earliest followers of the Green Dragon Lord Standalone, unlike the others
.

Apart from the Green Dragon Lord's nanny and lover, the meddlesome and hypocritical blue dragon sorceress, he
is the most authoritative person here. It's a pity that such a beautiful pink-skinned woman is untouchable; the sorceress seems to favor
female captives, even the ugly female dwarf, whom she insists they not use for sexual gratification.

How annoying! A half-dragon sorcerer speaking for humans! I'm worried the master will be influenced by her
to favor humans in the future. Hawke felt a surge of annoyance and held the boot to his nose
, inhaling the intoxicating scent of a young girl's feet. The fragrance was intoxicating, making his crotch
bulge.

This boot belonged to Clementine, the Red Rose Hammer Guard of Miraba, a beauty from the North. He had practically
stripped it from her feet. She was a level 6 wandering swordsman and a level 5 master of exotic weapons, a
student of the current Miraba lord, Elastu, and a candidate for the next lord. Countless heroes and warriors of the North admired her
, willing to die for her even for a kiss.

However, she is now in a precarious situation. The Miraba lord, Elastu, has
vanished without a trace. The so-called lord who returned to the camp to command the Miraba army was actually a shadow dragon in disguise
. This beast even infiltrated the lord's secret chamber to steal his treasures but was discovered and has already escaped.
As for the real lord, he was likely assassinated by the shadow dragon.

If he weren't dead, there's no way he wouldn't have been gone for a month. Miraba is now in complete chaos,
with the council holding pointless meetings to discuss ransom, but it seems some people don't want to pay for it.
The power-hungry schemers would never want to see the city lord's loyal followers return. They'd rather their master devour them all.

It's a pity such a beauty is unattainable. That evil god's priestess, I heard, killed
the daughter of the charlatan shapeshifter, and now, having lost an eye, an ear, and divine grace, she's doomed. If it were Hawke, he
'd have taken her first and roasted her alive. But the master won't let them touch her, saying she's kept for future use.

Could the master have taken a liking to her? Hawke shook his head. He didn't believe the master's tastes were so heavy that he'd be interested in such a
cripple. He already had a beautiful magic advisor and three lovely maids; why would
he need this disgusting cripple? I heard this bitch also killed that charlatan's daughter. Although Hawke
hated the charlatan who deceived him and almost made him impotent, killing a six-year-old girl was still utterly despicable.
I heard that charlatan had even saved that bitch's life.

"Hmph, they're all the same. That liar cheated himself and lost his daughter; consider it his retribution. But
I never expected his daughter to be resurrected by her master and become his personal maid. Now, this guy
has benefited from misfortune and become a favorite of his master, in charge of intelligence gathering.

" Just then, a figure flashed before Hawke's eyes, and "Hulm" appeared. Then, strangely, she grew
taller and thinner, transforming into a humanoid but eyeless, noseless, gray monster. Hawke wasn't surprised. This
shapeshifting liar had been disguised as a dwarf and shared a cage with Clementine for over twenty days, using
the excuse of provoking the guards to get beaten up to leave the cage and gather intelligence from her.

"Liar, what are you doing here? I'm still angry! If you dare show your face again, I'll kill you—
" Hawke shouted, brandishing the triangular yoke in his hand. To be honest, he didn't dare kill the liar; otherwise, he would definitely
be swallowed by his master.

"Lord Hawke, I was forced to become a female gnoll by my master before, but I never expected you... I'm sorry,
I know an apology isn't enough. Haven't you always wanted to sleep with that pink-skinned woman? I can help you," the shapeshifting conman
said.

"Huh? You... what do you mean? Are you trying to harm me? Lady Aishia said we're not allowed to sleep with those
female prisoners. If I do, I'll be... executed!" Hawke thought of the
fate of those fools who violated the rules and raped female prisoners. They were all skin and bones and sent out. He heard it was this conman's ghostly daughter who
did it. He didn't want to end up like that.

"My lord, you certainly can't lay a hand on her in the camp, but if someone rescues her
... you can..." the shapeshifter said in a low voice.

"Someone rescues her? Who? Did Miraba send troops?" Hawke jumped up in surprise and shouted.

"No, Broken String's informant in Miraba says there's a group of women from the Adventurers' Guild who are this girl
's friends. They're coming to Cliff Ridge to rescue her, and then... hehe. Lord Hawke can
capture them all in one fell swoop. As for who messed with them in the chaos, that's anyone's guess. And Lady Aishia can't possibly execute every gnoll , can she
?"

Hawke's crotch twitched again at the thought of Clementine's beautiful skin, long, shapely legs, and alluring feet.
However, he wasn't blinded by lust and lowered his voice, saying, "Liar, why are you trying to please
me like this? Give me a reasonable explanation."

"Lord Hawke, I'm just a shapeshifter with no real strength. In Cliff Ridge, I only have one fellow Broken String,
and even he might not be on my side. For a lowly intelligence chief like me to establish myself here, besides loyalty to
my master, I need the help of a powerful figure like you with a strong legion. I'm willing to ally with you
."

"Fine, you're quite straightforward. Whether you're sincere or not, I'll accept your offer this time. But if
you dare to betray me, I'll tear you to pieces even if it kills me," Hawke sneered.

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Clementine seemed to be back in her warm bed in her sleep, covered with thick blankets, ready to sleep
until she naturally woke up. Unfortunately, when she opened her eyes, she was still trapped in the stinking iron cage with Hulm
.

How long had it been since she had showered? It stank so badly, her hair was almost tangled. Clementine began to feel frustrated
. Did these guys in the council really not care about the lives of the prisoners? At least there were quite a few
members of powerful families among the captives.

At this moment, she seemed to see a slight movement in the darkness before her eyes. She was immediately startled. This was an assassin moving stealthily in the dark
, and it seemed to be the work of a friend she knew.

After a moment, the shadow behind her slowly emerged into a slender figure shrouded in a black cloak. Clementine
recognized the figure as
Yin Wen, a friend from her adventures, a Tier 5 assassin and Tier 2 thief nicknamed Shadow Thief.

"Nina, did the Council send you to rescue us?" Clementine asked in a low voice.

"No, your parents asked us to help. Susie and the others are all here too. I used a sleeping potion to incapacitate
the nearby guards. You and Hulm come with us immediately," Yin Wen whispered.

"No, if Hulm and I escape, those monsters will kill the prisoners. I can't abandon them. Let's
take them with us," Clementine shook her head.

"Impossible. Taking just the two of you is the limit. Trying to escape with over 60 prisoners would be
discovered before even leaving the cave. Those jackal monsters have noses sharper than dogs; they
can't hide so many people from them. The hardliners in the council are in power, and the city lord hasn't returned. They'd rather sacrifice you than spend a single gold coin to ransom you. You're already
expendable. Even if you don't escape, these prisoners won't be ransomed; they'll still die for you. It's better
to escape with us now and return to the city, publicizing the prisoners' plight and forcing the council to pay ransom."

"But… what if Hulm and I escape, and the monsters kill us…" Clementine was already
wavering, but still couldn't make a decision.

"The monsters are only after money. Killing these prisoners will leave them with nothing. Are they really that stupid
? You have no other choice," Yin Wen urged again.

"I… okay, I'll wake Hulm, we'll go together," Clementine made up her mind. Actually, this…
The prolonged imprisonment had brought her to the brink of mental collapse; she desperately wanted to escape this terrifying den of iniquity.

She then woke Hulm and told her that reinforcements had arrived. Hulm was overjoyed and eagerly awaited
their escape. Yinwen pulled out a lock-picking tool, fiddled with it for a moment, and opened the cell door. He then used it to unlock the handcuffs
and leg irons binding Clementine and Hulman.

Clementine stretched her limbs, feeling a slight numbness in her hands and feet—after all, she hadn't moved for so long
. Her limbs felt completely relaxed, but long-term malnutrition still made her feel dizzy and lightheaded.

"Quick—follow me, be careful," Yinwen said, leading the two women stealthily along the wall towards the cave entrance.
Along the way, they encountered three groups of dozing gnoll guards, clearly Yinwen's doing. Hulm gritted her teeth, picked up
a guard's spiked club as if to strike it, but ultimately refrained.

Clementine picked up a guard's machete; it was chipped and clearly of poor quality, but
she didn't have time to be picky. Walking barefoot on the pebbly ground caused her soles to ache;
unlike Hulm's thick soles, she had no chance of escaping back to town barefoot.

Suddenly, she noticed her pair of brown-red over-the-knee boots hanging on the stone wall. She quickly took them down, seemingly
smelling a foul odor, but she didn't care now. She quickly slipped them onto her bare feet, immediately
feeling her steps become steady. After all, only her boots fit properly. Normally, she would have wondered
why her boots were there. She was completely unaware of the sinister smile on Hulm's face behind her.

As they ran past a cell, Clementine was shocked to find that it held
the priestess Falki, the very same woman her teacher had captured—a traitor to the Green Dragon and tyrannical god Bane. She'd heard that Falki had even brazenly
used a merchant obsessed with his son as a super bomb to blackmail the Green Dragon and her teacher into cooperating with her, but
she had clearly failed miserably. The once spirited, beautiful, proud, and ambitious priestess was now lying
motionless on her bed, missing an ear and blind in one eye, like a dead woman.

While she felt pity for her, she knew she had only herself to blame. However, Clementine was still
anxious about her teacher's disappearance; perhaps Falki knew something about it? Clementine stopped, thinking, "Wait a minute, let's
take one more person out."

Around the corner not far away, Hawke was leering, inhaling the stench of his own urine. He
had urinated on Clementine's boots beforehand; the jackal's urine odor couldn't be masked by even the finest fragrance, let alone
by those renowned for their keen sense of smell. Hawke himself could smell his own urine from miles away; as long as
the pink-skinned woman wore those boots, she would never escape his pursuit.

"Quick—they're here, three in total, no—four, someone's carrying one on their back!" A
black-haired female warrior, dressed in a martial arts outfit with Eastern features, listened intently, her ear pressed against the ground. Her left cheek
bore a strange tattoo, said to enhance the skin's resilience, making one invulnerable to blades and spears at a high level
.

"Leng Ting, you didn't hear wrong, did you? Didn't you say you'd only save Clementine and Hulm and no more people? Why
is there one more person?" The handsome, blond-haired bard Wang Bin asked anxiously. He had always been
Clementine's suitor, and he had joined the team voluntarily, even though he was usually cowardly and valued his life . He was risking everything
for love.

"Shut up, stop talking nonsense, and get out of the way. I told you to ask your teacher, the legendary lecherous poet Bei Ming, to help save people,
but he said he was writing a novel and fell asleep, repeatedly delaying updates, and as a result, he was hunted down by readers and disappeared without a trace," the female monk Leng Ting
said impatiently.

A tall, valiant female knight in full armor, Susie, stepped forward and advised, "Leng Ting, Wang Fu
is only concerned about Hong Qiang. Don't be too harsh on him." Her eyes held a deep tenderness for Wang Bin. Wang Bin
met her gaze and dared not look again. He had always deeply loved Clementine, but he also knew Susie's deep affection for him. They
had shared many life-and-death adventures together, and he couldn't choose between the two women. What
embarrassed him most was his incredibly unreliable teacher, Bei Ming. He had started out writing erotic adventure novels and later
became a legendary figure, but he had developed a bad habit of delaying updates, even jokingly saying that his right hand had rebelled against
the tyranny of his mind!

"I say, with a formidable enemy at hand, you should stop targeting each other," a
cute, beautiful young mage in a long robe and round glasses stepped forward, adjusting her glasses. She was Yu Qiao, the only 9th-rank female mage in the team!

"God will protect us, everyone, don't worry. But it seems there are evil beings approaching us."
Sister Chen Ziru, the Goddess of Light, dressed in a white holy robe, with a slender figure and a high, full chest, pointed a mace at
the surrounding woods.

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