Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Miss Sera, you can't be on the field all the time," Aaron sighed and reminded, "You also have to change someone."

Otherwise, if she really gets it wrong, the sect's face will be buried in the snow. Aaron was sure that he could defeat this barbarian, but even so, it would not look good on his face.

Ron was still there, watching with eagerness. He would not be in a good state after defeating Sera. So when he faced Ron again, Aaron asked himself: Is he still sure of winning?

Spellcasters, especially magicians, can always come up with unexpected things. Aaron still remembers Ron's eyes that suddenly lit up at that time and the superb martial arts he acquired inexplicably.

"Then, let me do the next one." Victoria, who had been standing silently beside her, suddenly took a step forward. This conflict was considered a territorial matter. She had not intervened until this moment, and then she stood up, "No. Do you know any church member who would like to give me some advice?"

Aaron was about to send a solid veteran to fight Victoria and win the battle. However, at this time, the leader of the men who was captured by Bishop Thred and was sent to act with them for some reason came over. Aaron whispered a few words in his ear: "Your Excellency, presiding judge, what do you think of this idea?"

"Korzim, what bad things are you holding back?" Zandia frowned. She had completely broken up with this uncle, so naturally she had nothing good to say.

"It's just to improve the rules, niece," Kolzim sneered, "Although the current situation seems to be two parties, it is actually four forces. The conflict between you and me is not over yet!"

"How shameless," Sera rolled her eyes, "can you count your subordinates who can be counted on one hand as a force?"

"But as far as I know, Korzim is indeed the regent appointed by the former leader of their tribe..." Aaron couldn't continue. A nomadic tribe talked about a regent. It felt awkward to say and hear it. "In short, I also think this situation should be resolved by the troops, what do you think, Lord Lord?”

"Niece, please?" Korzim kicked away the snow at his feet and showed the sword and shield in his hand, "Or are you afraid? Do you want to find some trash to take your place?"

"Kolzim, a qualified leader would never slander his own people like this!" Zandia's face darkened, and she rushed forward, digging through the snow with her hooves. "This is why everyone is unanimously against you!"

"That's because you are just a group of short-sighted and cowardly sheep!" The conflicts intertwined. Korzim showed no mercy and slashed at Zandia's horse leg with his sword. "Such a clan needs a lion to lead it. ! Only in this way can we prosper!"

"Sunshine, land and pasture must be fought for with the sword and spear in hand! There will be no results in pleading with those lords!"

"But this is not the reason for you to attack civilians!" Zandia failed to avoid the opponent's sword in time and was immediately injured on her leg, but she had no intention of giving in. "You are not a lion, you are just a A despicable jackal!"

The blood of the two horses was sprinkled on the snow. In anger, Zandia and Kolzim were almost evenly matched, and neither side had any decent protective measures. After a while, both sides easily entered into a life-and-death battle in which injuries were exchanged. , in this extremely dangerous battle, the smaller Zandia was obviously at a disadvantage, but even so, she still had no intention of retreating.

Ron and Aaron looked at each other, and they were both convinced that this battle should be over.

"Cang!" Two sounds of gold and iron clashing sounded almost at the same time. The Grip of the Canglan pushed away Zandia's short spear, and Korzim was controlled by several silk threads to control the joints all over his body. Aaron His command technique stopped his pursuit of victory.

"Lord Judge, what do you mean?!" Korzim was shocked and angry, "I can kill her right away!"

"Are you really planning to kill your niece?" Alona's rhetorical question, which was colder than the weather, made Korzim feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Here, Lord Judge, please listen to my explanation..."

"You win this round," Aaron snorted, and stopped paying attention to this man who was completely different from him. He looked at Ron, "Lord, then the last round should be between you and me. Have you tried it yet?"

"I have gained some insights during this period, and I hope you can give me some pointers." The presiding judge's eyes lit up with a sacred flame, "This time, I will achieve an undisputed victory."

However, even if Aaron expressed his position like this, Ron had no intention of taking action. Instead, he took a step back and let go of the moon elf next to him who Aaron had been observing but had never been impressed by: "Judge, if you just want to If you want to prove your strength, you might as well try it with her, believe me, you will benefit a lot. "

"Who is this?"

"'Whisper of the Moon', Gallan Nord." Gilenis reported the meaning of her last name and the translation in Common Language. This did not reveal her true identity, but only showed her origin to show her completeness. Qualified to play on behalf of Ron.

As she spoke, she took a step forward, arcane energy surged in her hand, and a sword-shaped force field made entirely of energy appeared in her hand.

"Are you going to fight me in close combat?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, "Do you need me to dismount?"

"No need," Gilenis still lowered her eyes, but when she saw Aaron pulling out his sword, her silver-white eyelashes trembled slightly, "Your sword is good."

"This sword was given by the Grand Inquisitor, and it's called 'Silent'." The expert would know if it was there as soon as he took it. Gilennis just stood there, and Aaron was convinced that this elf woman was as good as him. He has great swordsmanship and also has considerable attainments in arcane arts. "Be careful, if you are hit by it, it may affect your spellcasting."

Mentioning this matter, Aaron subconsciously looked at Ron - that man barely cast any spells on his own in the last competition, and used scrolls and potions throughout the process! If not, he could definitely win something more beautiful.

"Understood." Gilenis didn't seem to take Aaron's reminder to heart. She just focused on her own problem, "If I win, can you give me the sword?"

"If you can come up with commensurate chips." Aaron frowned slightly. Although this woman was wearing armor, she was definitely not a real warrior. Aaron didn't think the other party could beat him in a duel.

"How about this arm armor?" Gilenis tapped the sword-singing lion armor on her right arm with her left hand. The armor immediately lit up with a bright light, showing how extraordinary it was. "I won't explain how to use it. Anyway, you won’t be able to use it.”

"It seems that your Excellency is very confident," Aaron narrowed his eyes and put away the last trace of contempt in his heart, "Then, I'm going to start attacking!"

"careful--"

In the next second, maybe even in the next half second, in fact, Aaron felt that time had not passed at all! The war horse under his crotch didn't even have time to take a step, and the dazzling white light instantly swallowed up Aron's entire field of vision!

He has never heard of this kind of swordsmanship! It is said that the most powerful sword master can tear apart space with the weapon in his hand, but what kind of swordsmanship can stop time? !

When he regained his sight, the touch of the long sword "Silent" still remained in the hands of the presiding judge. He turned his head stiffly, only to see that his sword had already reached the hand of the elf, who was looking at him with a smile. ; "Your Excellency, the presiding judge, you lose."

"How about I just accept this sword?"