Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 363 Best of Three
“You dare to threaten me?!” Korzm sneered, and the strong man turned to Aaron beside him, “Your Excellency the Judge, they dared to refuse your request! To protect the apostate you are looking for!”

"As long as you give the order, we will be the vanguard and defeat them in one fell swoop!"

According to Korzm's idea, these priests from the Molten Iron Cult would definitely not swallow this humiliation and would have to fight Ron and others for real. In fact, the Centaurs also saw that the soldiers behind the Chief Judge were ready to fight, waiting for their superior's orders.

But when Aaron looked at him, Kolzm noticed that there was a kind of forbearance in the eyes of this stern-looking Inquisitor that he could hardly understand.

"Last time we were sparring. If you want to go all out, I'll accompany you to the end." Ron also noticed the excitement of the soldiers behind Aaron. These people might be people who often deal with bandits and monsters from all over the place. It is not ruled out that some of them are veterans like Aaron who have fought against demons. These people are naturally strong, but if they really fight...

Ron glanced at Gillianis beside him. The great wizard kept his eyes still, but the lion head on his shoulder made a slight hum.

"My Lord, I have no ill will towards you..." Aaron gritted his teeth, "But if you continue to hinder us from performing our duties, then I will have to prepare for a fight!"

"At this point, do you still want to pretend to be good people?!" Zandia couldn't help it. She pointed the brass short spear in her hand at the cold and hard corpses of the centaurs on the ground, "You are just a bunch of cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong! The so-called 'order' and 'rules'? They are just your fig leaves!"

"When you were killing my people, did you ever talk about order?!"

"Chief Zandiya! We have warned you more than five times along the way!" Aaron said coldly, "This has already exceeded the prescribed number of warnings!"

"So what? You want me to surrender and be captured by you and this traitor? And ruin the future of me and my people?" Zandia asked angrily. "Lord Ron, please tell me, is this the so-called order?"

"I'm sorry, Zandia," Ron shook his head slightly when he heard Zandia ask this. "As a Centaur, you may not understand, but sometimes 'order' is like this."

"Thank you for your understanding, sir." Raymond Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to urge his horse forward, but he saw Ron raising the bow in his hand.

"But different places have different 'orders', Your Excellency the Chief Judge. Here, the current 'rules' are that you must leave my territory immediately and not enter without permission - I will not warn you a third time."

"Your Honor, why are we still arguing with these troublemakers? Just crush them!" As soon as Ron said this, the other priests of the Molten Iron Barrier became angry and one of them was ready to come up and challenge Ron to a duel.

"Wait a minute, Lord Ron!" Before Ron was about to shoot a hole in the brain of the chatterbox with an arrow, Aaron interrupted his spell and said, "Sir, we are not here to start a war with you. Can we use another way to resolve this dispute?"

"To put it bluntly, we just can't win." "That's right!" Sera and Zentia regained their friendship when they fought side by side to defend the New Green Swamp Town, and sang in unison.

Aaron coughed twice, but still insisted on finishing his suggestion: "We don't need to expand the dispute! How about we each fight in three rounds? Best of three, so as not to hurt the harmony?" "I don't know how to be harmonious with a group of people who broke into my territory for no reason," Ron snorted, but put down the bow in his hand, "But in this case... it's okay to play with you."

"Who will go first in the first round?"

"Mr. Judge, I'm here!" The priest who had shouted the loudest just now jumped out immediately. He stared at Ron intently, "Are you the lord here? I'm here to fight you!"

Ron didn't move, and even put away his bow.

"What do you mean?!" The priest's eyes widened, "Are you scared?"

"As a priest, you are not qualified to directly challenge a lord," Aaron saw what Ron meant and reminded his colleague, "Choose someone else. No matter what, the authority of the ruler here needs to be maintained."

“Hmph, you are too picky.” Sera curled her lips. The Grip of Blue Waves lifted up a layer of snow and dropped it on the ground, causing the priest’s heart to skip a beat. “Come, let me see how you compare to your judge!”

Although Sera's movements were not too fancy, the barbarian's mere step forward was enough to scare people. The moment he faced her, the priest felt as if he was facing a mammoth or other more terrifying creatures, rather than a living person.

"You... tell me your name!" The priest didn't notice that his upper and lower teeth kept knocking against each other. He raised his spear and put all his energy into facing this woman who was wearing few clothes even in this cold weather. "I am--"

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense!" Sera grinned, the chaotic pleasure of battle filling her mind. The barbarian roared wildly, and as the snow around her was melted by her rage that had turned into substance, the Grip of Canglan, carrying the bone-chilling meaning of winter and the endless rage of its user, cut the priest in half, leaving him no chance to prepare.

Sera's roar and the priest's screams echoed over the snow, and the latter sound quickly turned into a cry for mercy.

Aaron watched the battle without any suspense with cold eyes. This colleague was his colleague who was demoted to the rear after being promoted in name only. As his deputy and the local boss, this man had caused Aaron a lot of trouble. Raymond Aaron was very happy to see him make a fool of himself - especially when this man volunteered.

"Help! Judge, save me!" With the sound of a wooden pole breaking, the priest fell to the ground in the snow, struggling to get to Aaron's horse like a fish that had just come ashore, wishing he didn't have two more legs like a centaur. "My lord! Save me!"

Aaron could accept the opponent's defeat, but being killed was another matter. When Sera rushed forward and was about to break the priest's spine with a sword, Aaron drew his sword to stop the furious barbarian: "Miss Sera, he has admitted defeat. You have won this round."

"Pfft, I won't accept this result!" Sera spat and took a few steps back. "Well, since he admits defeat, you guys change people! Who's the next one to get beaten?!"

(End of this chapter)