Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"You dare to threaten me?!" Korzim sneered, and the strong man turned to Aaron beside him, "Lord Judge, how dare they refuse your request! They want to protect the traitor you are looking for! "

"As long as you give the order, we are willing to be the vanguard and defeat them!"

According to Kolzim's idea, these priests from the Molten Iron Order would definitely not be able to swallow this breath and want to see the real deal with Ron and others. In fact, the soldiers also saw the soldiers behind the presiding judge gearing up. Waiting for the commander's order.

But when Aaron looked at him, Kolzim noticed that there was a forbearance in the eyes of such a stern-faced judge that he could not understand.

"The last time was a competition. If you want to go all out, I will accompany you to the end." Of course, Ron also noticed the excitement of the soldiers behind Aron. These people may often deal with bandits and monsters from various places, and it is not excluded that they are among them. There are some veterans like Alon who have faced demons. Naturally, these people are not weak in strength, but if they really take action...

Ron glanced at Gilennis beside him. The archmage closed his eyes and remained motionless, but the lion head on his shoulder moaned slightly.

"Lord, I have no ill intentions towards you..." Aaron gritted his teeth, "But if you continue to hinder us from performing our official duties, then I have to be prepared to fight!"

"Now that things have happened, do you still want to pretend to be good people?!" Zandia couldn't help it anymore. The brass short spear in her hand pointed at the cold corpses of men and horses on the ground, "You are just a group of cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong. ! The so-called 'order' and 'rules' are just your fig leaf!"

"Did you ever talk about order when you were killing my people?!"

"Chief Zandia! We have issued more than five warnings to you along the way!" Aaron said coldly, "This has already exceeded the prescribed number of warnings!"

"So? You want me to surrender and be captured by you and this traitor! Ruining the future of me and my people?" Zandia asked angrily, "Sir Ron, please comment, is this the so-called order? !”

"I'm sorry Zandia," Ron shook his head slightly when he heard Zandia ask, "As a centaur, you may not be able to understand, but 'order' is like this sometimes."

"Thank you for your understanding, sir." Raymond Aron breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to urge the war horse to move forward when he saw Ron raising the bow and arrow in his hand.

"But there are different 'orders' in different places, Your Excellency the Judge. In my case, the current 'rules' are that you should leave my territory immediately, and you are not allowed to break in without permission - I will not warn you again. three times."

"Presiding Judge, what are we arguing with these unruly people? Let's just crush them!" As soon as Ron said this, the other priests in Molten Iron Barrier immediately quit, and one of them was eager to come up and confront Ron. See the high and low.

"Wait a minute, Sir Ron!" Just before Ron was about to use an arrow to give that blasphemous guy a head start, Aaron quickly interrupted his spellcasting, "Sir, we are not here to start a war with you. Come on, is there another way to resolve this dispute?”

"To put it bluntly, I just can't beat them." "No!" Sera and Zandia regained the friendship they had when they fought side by side to defend New Green Marsh Town, singing in harmony.

Aaron choked and coughed twice, but he still insisted on finishing his suggestion: "We don't need to expand the dispute! How about we have three duels? Win two out of three, so as not to hurt the harmony?"

"I don't know how to be friendly with a group of people who broke into my territory for no reason," Ron snorted, but put down the bow in his hand, "But in this case... there's nothing wrong with playing with you."

"Which of you will go first in the first game?"

"Lord Judge, I'm here!" The priest who called the most cheerful jumped out immediately. He stared at Ron, "Are you the lord here? I came to fight with you!"

Ron didn't move, and even put away his bow.

"What do you mean?!" The priest's eyes widened, "Are you scared?"

"As a priest, you are not qualified to challenge a lord directly," Aaron saw what Ron meant and reminded his colleagues, "Choose another person. No matter what, the authority of the ruler here needs to be maintained."

"Hmph, you are so poor." Sera curled her lips, and the Grip of the Canglan kicked up a layer of snow and fell on the ground, which shocked the priest's heart and couldn't help but skip a beat, "Come, let me see how you compare to you." How powerful is this judge!"

Although Sera's movements were not too fancy, the barbarian just stood forward, which was enough to scare people. The moment he faced her, the priest felt as if he was facing a mammoth or something more terrifying. creature, rather than a living person.

"You... give me your name!" The priest didn't notice at all that his upper and lower teeth were constantly clashing with each other. He picked up his spear and worked hard to face this problem. Even in this cold weather, his clothes Rare women, "I am——"

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense!" Sera laughed ferociously, and the chaotic pleasure of fighting filled her mind. The barbarian roared wildly, and as the surrounding snow was melted by her anger that turned into substance, the Grip of Canglan belt Seeing the bone-chilling meaning of the cold winter and the endless anger of the user, it intercepted the priest without giving him any chance to prepare.

Sera's roar and the priest's screams rang out on the snow, and the latter quickly turned into a cry for mercy.

Aaron watched the battle coldly without any suspense. This colleague was his colleague after he was demoted and transferred to the rear. As his deputy and the local boss, this man had caused trouble for Aaron. Raymond Aaron was very happy to see him make a fool of himself - especially when this man volunteered.

"Help! Judge, save me!" With the sound of a wooden pole breaking, the priest fell to the snow, and like a fish on the shore, he struggled to flutter in front of Aaron's horse with all his strength, only hating that he didn't have two more legs like a centaur, "My lord! Save me!"

Aaron could accept the other party's failure, but it would be another matter if he was really killed. When Sera rushed forward and was about to chop the priest's spine with a sword, Aaron drew his sword to stop the furious barbarian: "Miss Sera, he has admitted defeat, you have won this round."

"Tsk, I won't accept this result!" Sera spat and took a few steps back, "Okay, since he has admitted defeat, you can change people! Who will be the next one to be beaten?!"