Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"And you will be just as the classics say..."

Looking at the guy with a distorted expression who seemed to be in a state of self-madness, Quest took a deep breath and suddenly rushed forward with a stick.

"You got two things wrong, sir." Compared to the opponent's pure fist and palm martial arts, the shadow ability mixed in the intervals between attacks made Quest seem less "pure", but because of this, when he launched the attack, the opponent did not seem to react immediately, until a stick shadow broke out from the dim light, and the weird monk immersed in his own emotions fought back as if awakened from a dream, "First, you have not learned anything from the classics at all."

"And secondly, I seem to understand that your teachers are unwilling to teach you skills."

"Bang" sounded, Quest seized the gap of the opponent's counterattack, and the originally stable attack rhythm suddenly changed. One end of the iron-clad stick hit the opponent's head firmly. At that moment, Quest keenly noticed that another distorted face "dazed" from "Yelena"'s face.

"It's just a transformation... That means your martial arts are not that pure..."

"What did you say?!" The distorted face that appeared in a trance under the stick suddenly fluctuated. The enemy of unknown origin stared with a pair of dim yellow eyes, staring at the tiefling's face, "What do you know! You don't understand anything!"

"They are just a group of pedantic and conservative old antiques! They keep that pathetic partisanship and are unwilling to-"

"No, you are wrong," facing the counterattack that has become fierce again, Quest is no longer as difficult to deal with as before, and even has time to spare Talking to the other party with a sincere heart, "It has nothing to do with being conservative or not. The power of the monks is not groundless. Just as the wizard needs to study the arcane model and the priest needs to study the doctrine, the monks also have their own theories to comprehend. Only by understanding the true meaning of the body, soul and the "qi" flowing in the world can we go further on the road to the future."

"And there is no complicated reason why you cannot teach, it's just that you didn't pass the course."

If it was Ron, he would probably scold "Asshole, what have you realized", but unfortunately Ron is not a monk, and Quest can only think of such aggression-lies don't hurt people, the truth is the sharpest knife.

The other party resented the past for who knows how many years, but in fact it was just because he was too poor in cultural studies.

"You're talking nonsense!" A sharp shout cut through the night sky. The storm that had just caused Quest to suffer serious injuries broke out again with the dancing of the figure. However, this time, Quest took the opponent's attack steadily, and even the defense and counterattack between each move were clearly visible to him.

The energy flowed through his body, endlessly, and was integrated with the environment. It was impossible to attack him at all. "This? This is impossible!" The dry mouth under the dim yellow eyeballs screamed, "No one has ever survived my move! How can you do this?!"

"That's because almost no one can face your second round of such attacks," Quest's voice sounded from the shadows, "You didn't 'understand'."

When facing the fatal attack for the second time, Quest no longer felt the almost suffocating pressure. In his opinion, the opponent's method was a kind of ability similar to the first sight killing. People who faced such an attack for the first time were caught off guard and were extremely easy to be caught and killed cruelly, but if they could "luckily" survive the first round, the rest were just flower racks.

This strange monk with unknown origins is not so much strong as he is strong in "that move", because apart from this move...

"It's too crude." Quest said, seizing the opportunity again, tripping the opponent's feet, and interrupting his entire attack momentum. Quest understood: Now it's in his rhythm.

But...something seems wrong.

"Show your true colors!" The monk shouted, hitting the opponent's body and mind with both physical and mental blows, but he was unable to completely free the opponent from the transformation of the shadow spirit. No matter how hard he tried, there was only that malicious face staring at him.

"You can't do it!" The intruder, who was beaten to the point of being unable to fight back, screamed, his whole body was fading, and no matter how the tiefling tried to stop him, he could not reverse the process. "You can't do anything! Is this what you call "understanding"? What a joke!"

"In my opinion, you are the one who has not understood - what my master said is the truth! You are just as stubborn as those old guys!"

"Continue to guard this territory that is no different from a ruin! I will return to my master's side and watch your destruction at the last moment!"

The stick fell on the opponent again, but Quest felt like he was hitting dead flesh. At the same time, as the dim yellow eyeballs gradually lost their vitality, the "truth" under the appearance of the shadow spirit gradually revealed itself.

It was a corpse. Quest was confident that he would not make a mistake. It was a dried corpse that had been dried for who knows how many years. It was true that the other party used a transformation, but that was not the whole of his disguise. His real body was not here at all. The only thing that was fighting against him should be his will and this flesh and blood that had obviously been processed and adjusted for a long time.

Quest swung his stick and put away his weapon. He looked at the bloody flesh under the light and stopped suppressing the injuries on his body. He vomited a dark red blood stain with a "wow".

Even if he saw through the opponent's flaws, he couldn't be completely unscathed - it was true that the monk had gone astray, but he had gone too far on that evil road.

But it didn't matter. Since he dared to appear in Green Swamp Town, this was the end of his evil road. Quest narrowed his eyes and looked in one direction along the light. That was the direction where the opponent's will escaped, but he couldn't stop it and had no energy to stop it.

Someone would stop it.

"How do you feel? Do you need to wake up Ron?" A voice suddenly sounded behind him. Quest looked back and saw a pair of lake blue eyes staring at him.

She looked exactly like Gillianis Galanold, and even her temperament was the same, but in a deeper field, Quest noticed the difference between the two.

"I'm fine, I just need to rest for a while," Quest shook his head, "Sir Ron and the others also fought a tough battle, let him rest for a while."

"Did you catch him?"

"Part of him," Gillianis nodded, she stretched out her hand, a face was twisting and changing like mist in her palm, trying to find a way to break through and escape, but it was in vain, "There is the shadow of the lich behind him, before confirming his true form, I can't keep him intact." (End of this chapter)