Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 277 You Taught Me All This

"Have we... met before?" Scythe looked at Seymour blankly, but he really couldn't remember the other person's name or appearance.

He had handled countless slaves, including many drow, and it was difficult for Scythe to remember and identify the differences between those dark faces.

Not to mention that Seymour had long since gotten rid of his slavery. He was now in high spirits, and the robe he wore was made of the finest fabric, not just a piece of rag that could only cover his shame.

"I was 'trained' under you before, but I have no impression of it?" Seymour looked at him with some disappointment. "It's unfortunate. I thought I could give you a little shock."

"Your memory is just like your wisdom. They are desperately chasing you, but you are running too fast."

"You are talking nonsense...you?!" It took a while for the sickle to react. Feeling humiliated, the orc immediately jumped away a few steps and quickly stood in the middle of the training ground. "You dirty dark elf, I remember you!"

"How dare you come back and want to 'visit'? Well, well, come on! Come here, let me teach you another lesson!"

The huge sickle drew a white mark on the stone bricks, and the sickle itself kept roaring threateningly at Seymour: "You fool who walked into my trap, roll over here and die!"

"I taught you all these skills, and you actually want to use them against me?!"

"You are even more shameless than the most mean priest of Lolth in the Underdark," Seymour frowned and drew his weapon from his waist, "My benefactor, can I peel off his face? Then you can have a golden shield."

"I'd rather not, but... go ahead," Ron shook his head slightly, "This is your business, and I'll stand here and make sure you succeed."

"Thank you for your grace. It's my honor." The drow assassin stopped talking nonsense. His figure instantly turned into a white shadow. In broad daylight, he spread his wings and swooped down towards the sickle like an eagle!

"Dang-dang-dang-dang——"

In just a few seconds, countless sparks flashed on the giant sickle that was hastily swung up, and Seymour's short blade was twirling and flashing all over his body. As long as the sickle showed the slightest flaw, it would be peeled and sliced ​​like a potato.

However, this orc was indeed quite capable. The tempo on the battlefield was completely controlled by Seymour, but he was still able to defend impeccably and even counterattack Seymour from time to time.

The giant sickle was powerful and difficult to dodge. Every time the sickle fought back, Seymour had to be patient for a while before he could look for an opportunity to suppress the sickle again.

"Ron, why don't you let me go too!" Seeing that Seymour was unable to take down the sickle, Sera was the first to give up. She took the initiative to volunteer and asked Ron to let her join the battlefield as well.

"This is Seymour's own revenge. You have to let him do it himself." Ron waved his hand, signaling Sera to stay calm.

Because he was sure that Scythe would not be able to swallow being suppressed by a slave he had once tortured, and he would definitely choose to be the first to break this situation.

"Damn it!" As expected, after the sickle once again risked its life to force Seymour back, the orc could no longer endure such a slow death. He shouted at the slaves and other instructors and foremen who were pretending to be training but actually observing the situation, "Come here and help me kill him!" "If you still dare to stand by and watch, you'll all be dead by the time I have time!"

Needless to say, the instructors and foremen who were on the same side as Scythe also rushed towards Seymour and even Ron when they saw that Scythe was gradually losing the upper hand. The slaves had already succumbed to the instructors, and the brief ideological struggle was fleeting under the power of Scythe. They also plucked up the courage to approach Seymour who was still fighting with Scythe.

And what about Ron?

"It's finally my turn now!" Seeing that the sickle was not following martial ethics, the barbarian happily took off the Grip of the Blue Wave, "Ron, you can't stop me now!"

"I don't have time to stop you!" Ron drew his short bow and shot an arrow with a touch of frost. After piercing the throat of a foreman, the ghostly bony hand brought the biting cold of the tomb and solidified the blood in his body.

At the same time, several others also took out the weapons they had prepared long ago and launched a long-planned offensive against these Carolina people who were already unfamiliar with fighting.

In the eyes of Scythe and his men, the fact that Roan's delegation did not bring the masters of Rose City with them this time was a good opportunity for them to make trouble. But wasn't it the same for Roan and his men?

Without having to consider the face of a third party, the people from the Delusion Land went all out. Even after the chaos, one could still see a pale elf walking among swords, mercilessly reaping every soul with the thorny chain in his hand.

The slaves, who were already a mob, quickly began to flee, but what neither Ron and others, Scythe, nor even the slaves had expected was that the instructors actually ran faster than the slaves under their command!
"Yelena, catch up with them, don't let any of them escape!" Ron shouted, and the strong acid arrow was shot out. The ankle of an instructor who was in a panic was corroded instantly. He fell to the ground in horror and watched the barbed chain lock his neck.

"Aren't you afraid that you will be unable to leave Carolina if you do this?!" Scythe was completely panicked at this moment. He struggled to survive in Seymour's hands with disorderly steps, threatening Ron in a cowardly manner.

"That's why I don't plan to leave any survivors," Ron chuckled. "As long as you don't leave any witnesses, isn't it my decision what happens here?"

"Seymour, quick victory!"

"Okay!" Seymour agreed loudly, and the pair of short blades in his hands suddenly lit up with the aura of strong acid enchantment!
"Chi——" The sickle's weapon was just an ordinary one, how could it withstand such a blow? With just one blow, the metal part of the giant sickle was corroded and a gap appeared. The sickle wanted to resist, but Seymour kicked him in the chin and he fell on his back on the training ground.

"You just lent him the gem?" Sylvia looked at Driver in surprise.

"I didn't want to borrow Ron's arrangement," Driver grinned, "but it seems to be working well."

"Damn it! How could you enchant your own weapon?!" Scythe, who was lying on the ground, kept crawling backwards using his hands and feet, trying to avoid Seymour's fatal blow. However, the drow assassin was not in a hurry. He stabbed Scythe's vital parts with the strong acid weapon, leaving several deep wounds that could be seen to the bone in an instant.

"Don't worry, I won't let you down easily," Seymour sneered, "After all, you taught me all my skills."

(End of this chapter)