Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 364: Mage or Sword Master

"Ms. Sera, you can't stay on the field all the time," Aaron sighed and reminded, "You also need to change someone."

Otherwise, if she really defeated him three times in a row, the face of the cult would be buried in the snow. Aaron was sure that he could defeat this barbarian, but even so, it would not look good.

Ron is still there, eyeing him eagerly. His condition won’t be very good after defeating Sera. So when facing Ron again, Aaron asked himself: Is he still sure of winning?

Spellcasters, especially magicians, always do some unexpected things. Aaron still remembers Ron's eyes that suddenly lit up and the superb martial arts he acquired inexplicably.

"Then I'll take over the next one," Victoria, who had been standing by and hadn't said anything, suddenly stepped forward. This conflict was a territorial matter, and she hadn't interrupted him until now. "Which church member is willing to give me some advice?"

Aaron was just about to send a real veteran to fight Victoria and win this battle. However, at this moment, the leader of the group that was captured by Bishop Strider and sent to work with them for some reason came over and whispered in Aaron's ear: "Your Excellency the Judge, what do you think of this idea?"

"Kolzm, what bad things are you planning?" Zandia frowned. She had completely broken off with her uncle, so naturally she had nothing nice to say.

"It's just a matter of perfecting the rules, niece," Kolzm sneered. "Although the current situation looks like there are only two parties, there are actually four forces. The feud between you and me is not over yet!"

"How shameless," Sera rolled her eyes, "You can count your men on one hand and consider them a 'force'?"

"But as far as I know, Korzm was indeed the regent appointed by the former leader of their tribe..." Aaron couldn't continue. It was awkward for a nomadic tribe to talk about a regent. "Anyway, I think this battle should be resolved by the centaurs. What do you think, lord?"

“Niece, please?” Korzm kicked the snow away and showed his sword and shield. “Or are you scared? Do you want to find a random loser to replace you?”

“Korzm, a qualified leader would never slander his own people like this!” Zandia’s face darkened, and he rushed forward with his four hooves digging through the snow. “This is why everyone is unanimously against you!”

"That's because you are nothing but a bunch of short-sighted and cowardly sheep!" Colzm showed no mercy as he swung his sword at Zandia's horse's legs. "A clan like this needs a lion to lead it! Only in this way can it prosper!"

"Sunlight, land and pastures must be won with swords and spears! There is no point in begging those lords!"

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

The blood of the two horses was spilled on the snow. In their rage, Zandia and Korzm were almost evenly matched, and neither side had any decent protective measures. Soon, both sides entered into a life-and-death battle with injuries exchanged for injuries. 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 sure that the battle should be over.

"Dang!" Two sounds of metal colliding rang out almost at the same time. The Grip of Canglan pushed away Zandiya's short spear, while Korzm's joints all over his body were controlled by several silk threads. Aaron's command spell stopped him from pursuing the victory.

“Your Excellency the Inquisitor, what do you mean by this?!” Korzm was shocked and angry, “I can kill her right now!”

"Are you really going to kill your niece?" Aaron's question, colder than the weather, made Korzm feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

"Hey, Judge, please listen to my explanation..." "You win this one," Aaron snorted, no longer paying attention to this person who was completely different from him. He looked at Ron, "My Lord, then the last match should be between you and me, right?"

"During this period of time, I have gained some experience. I hope you can give me some advice." The judge's eyes lit up with a sacred flame. "This time, I will achieve an undisputed victory."

However, even though Aaron said so, Ron had no intention of taking action. Instead, he took a step back and let go of the moon elf beside him, who Aaron had been observing but had no impression of. "Judge, if you just want to prove your strength, you might as well have a fight with her. Believe me, you will benefit a lot."

"Who is this?"

"'Whisper of the Moon', Galannord." Gillianis reported the meaning of her last name and its translation in the common language. This did not reveal her true identity, but only stated her origin to show that she was fully qualified to represent Ron in the battle.

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

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

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

"This sword was given by the Grand Inquisitor, and is called Silence." An expert could tell the quality of a sword with just one strike. Just by standing there, Aaron was certain that this elven woman had the same outstanding swordsmanship as him, and also had considerable attainments in the arcane arts. "Be careful, if you are hit by it, it may affect your spellcasting."

Speaking of this, Aaron subconsciously looked at Ron - that man had hardly cast any spells on his own in the last competition, and had been using scrolls and potions the whole time! Otherwise, he would have certainly won more beautifully.

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

"If you can offer chips that match your abilities." Aaron frowned slightly. Although this woman was wearing armor, she was definitely not a real warrior. Aaron did not think that she could defeat him in a duel.

"How about this arm armor?" Gillianis tapped the Swordsong Lion Armor on her right arm with her left hand. The armor immediately lit up with a brilliant light, showing its extraordinaryness. "I won't explain how to use it. You won't need it anyway."

"It seems that you are very confident," Aaron narrowed his eyes and put away the last bit of contempt in his heart, "Then, I will start the attack!"

"Be careful--"

In the next second, or even in the next half second, in fact, Aaron felt that time had not passed at all! Before the horse under his crotch could even take a step, the dazzling white light instantly swallowed up Aaron's entire vision!
He had never heard of such a sword technique! It was said that the most powerful swordsman could tear apart space with the weapon in his hand, but what kind of sword technique could make time stop?!

When he regained his vision, the touch of the long sword "Silence" remained in the judge's hand. He turned his head stiffly, only to see that his sword was in the hands of the elf, who was looking at him with a smile; "Your Excellency, Judge, you lose."

"How about I accept this sword?"

(End of this chapter)