Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 287 Orc Pursuit
Who to kill first?

When Colzm said this, not only Ron and the others were dumbfounded, but even the entire group of people were stunned.

What kind of brain circuit is this?

"You bunch of idiots!" Korzm waved his sword in frustration, pointing it at Ron and the others. "We can't fight the orcs head-on right now. If we don't kill them first, are we going to let the Broken Fangs join forces with these guys to attack us later?!"

The soldiers and horses finally reacted as if they had just woken up from a dream. Some of them immediately drew their bows and arrows, ready to attack Ron and his men.

However, this did not happen in the end. Just as Ron was watching a centaur aiming at him, a heavy javelin with a fierce murderous intent broke through the wind from the dense forest behind him and instantly pierced through the centaur's head!
Following closely behind, a group of creatures with low foreheads, pig-like faces and long tusks on their lower jaws rushed out of the woods, howling. These orcs, who were accustomed to moving forward with their bodies bent, were organized and disciplined, and there were a large number of them. About thirty or forty orcs, under the command of a priest-like person, surrounded the people including Ron and others, and watched the two groups of people who were about to fight with ill intentions.

"Damn it, it's just as I said!" Korzm looked at the leading orc priest angrily, "You old witch, you actually cooperated with humans in order to kill us all!"

The orc priest was stunned at first, and then when she saw Ron and the others, a sinister smile appeared on her weathered face: "Kolzm, your brain was really kicked by your brother, and the sequelae have continued to this day."

"But it doesn't matter, boys. Kill them all! The only ones who leave here alive are the warriors of Gruumsh!"

"Line up to meet the enemy!" At this point, Zandia couldn't care less. The young Centaur leader tightly grasped his spear and rushed towards the encirclement of the orcs. The other Centaurs were also inspired by her bravery and joined the battle one after another.

Korzm glanced at Ron coldly, but now compared to those he identified as "guides", the orcs of the Broken Tooth Tribe were obviously a greater threat, so he had to temporarily give up his plan against Ron and others.

But the orcs didn't care about all that. The order they received was "only orcs can leave alive", so several strong orcs rushed towards Ron waving their weapons while other tribesmen were fighting with the horses.

In this kind of terrain and distance, the Centaurs' most deadly charge was impossible to perform. Although they were stronger than the Orcs, they could not lose to the Orcs in a one-on-one due to their more flexible body structure. Therefore, the Centaurs quickly fell into a bitter battle, and the Orcs even had enough energy to attack Roen.

"Ha! Now I know how the wound on the centaur's body came from!"

Sera swung her sword and knocked down an orc. The opponent's companion tried to attack her from behind, but the barbarian moved half a body distance away and took advantage of the gap when the opponent's weapon was emptied to grab him and hold him under the armpit.

"It's this double-headed axe! The centaur must have been trying to avoid the attack on one side and ignored the threat on the other side, so it was ripped open!" Sera used inertia to bring up the Canglan Grip with one hand. Wherever the heavy sword reached, the orcs dared not to confront it. Only the orc trapped under Sera's armpit was still trying to struggle to get rid of control. "Be quiet!" The barbarian shouted, and as her muscular arms suddenly closed, Ron seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking.

The orc who was so ferocious just now turned into a tattered rag doll in the blink of an eye and was thrown to the ground by Sera.

"Who else?!" The barbarian raised the Canglan Grip in her hand and let out a war cry even wilder than that of the orcs. For a moment, no orc dared to approach within three meters of her.

"Canglan... Rusike..." The old orc priestess had not joined the battle, but stood behind with a cane, monitoring the situation on the field. When Sera scared off the orcs in the tribe, the old orc turned around, and the cloudy eyes hidden under the drooping eyelids stared at the giant sword in Sera's hand.

If she was not mistaken, this sword should have come from a powerful orc tribe. In the Broken Tooth Tribe, it could be a precious weapon that could be passed down from generation to generation - why would it appear in the hands of a human barbarian?

The orc priest made a decision almost immediately. She raised her cane, and the tip of the cane began to glow. When no one was paying attention to her, she pointed it at Sera's back. The lives of those centaurs could be put aside for now. Getting this giant sword was the first priority!
"Cast a curse..." The priest opened and closed her shriveled mouth like a chrysanthemum. She believed that this big man must be the most powerful one among the group. As long as she lost her fighting ability, the rest would be nothing but meat to be slaughtered. But just one second before her curse was about to take effect, five slender fingers pressed on her crutches.

The power of the curse disappeared in an instant, and the priestess opened her eyes as wide as she could in surprise, but the other person's face was shrouded in mist and clouds, and under the influence of magic, her full appearance could not be seen at all.

"As an orc priest, you are the most useless one I have ever seen. You dare only hide behind and curse your opponent." This uninvited guest, whose appearance could not be seen clearly but whose figure was very likely to be an elf, was suspended in mid-air and mocked the priest in the orc language. "Do you know? The existence of creatures like you is the reason why most races have evolved the middle finger."

The priest struggled to pull the crutch from the other party's hand, and took the opportunity to ask questions to start casting spells, but the other party was totally unimpressed. No matter what kind of spell the orc priest tried to use, the elf could always eliminate it in the most understated way.

"Where are the guards? My guards!" The priest shouted in panic when he found that the power he had been so proud of for most of his life had suddenly lost its effect. Several orcs who were fighting with the centaurs immediately jumped out of the battle circle and rushed towards the elves waving their weapons, intending to protect the priest. But these orcs, without exception, only rushed a few steps and then froze in place. They seemed to be petrified, but they did not turn into stone, and their eyes could still move normally.

"What are you doing, you idiots?! You--" The orc priest who was about to scold these inexplicable people stood there in shock. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but just a moment ago, the light in the open space seemed to dim for a moment.

When the light came back, she finally understood why the guards couldn't move: a winding thorn chain was wrapped around the limbs and necks of each of them, and one end was held in the hand of a pale elf. The priest raised her cane to try to resist, but she felt a chill on her neck. The thorn chain, which was unknown how long, had wrapped around her neck without her knowing!
"I advise you not to act rashly," the pale elf leaned his head against the priest's ear and whispered, "Or, do you, an old woman, also want to dance with me?"

(End of this chapter)