Overlord, I don't want to be the Holy Queen's Great Sword

One of them was a tough old man wearing leather armor, with muscles all over his body and stubble on his face. He was directing a young man to charge towards the group of hooligans, but he looked like he was controlling a remote-controlled Pokémon to break out of the siege.

Compared to the sturdy man, the young man under command, Gazef, looked quite thin and was only slightly stronger than those thugs.

His arms were full of muscles and his belly was bulging. Although he looked like a good fighter, in fact, his fighting seemed to be completely disorganized. It was not so much that the muscles on his body were trained, but rather that they were forced to form under the frequent labor of every farmer.

This person looked very different from the kingdom warrior she remembered, so this could be a coincidence of names?

In this battle with a significant difference in numbers, Gazef was able to gain the upper hand in one-on-one combat by relying on his physical advantage, but with the support of the other thugs, he immediately fell into a disadvantage.

The tough old man with a stubble on his face was so anxious that he stomped his feet, and then without even turning his head, he elbowed the opponent!

With a thump, a thug who was trying to launch a sneak attack from the side fell to the ground.

The strong man also cursed loudly.

"Hold your head, what are you holding your head for?"

"They only use their hands. Can't you use your legs? Sweep them with your legs, trip them!"

"You must learn to use every organ in your body. Have you forgotten all the training you received in the group?"

“Yes, Gazef, that’s what you’re doing. Give him another punch without holding back. Don’t worry about the threats. I’ll bring the mercenary group to settle accounts with this bunch of bastards later!”

As he spoke, the bearded uncle burst into laughter. His loud voice was so resonant that even Karl and the others could hear it clearly from a distance.

But soon, just when the uncle was feeling smug, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from behind him, waving a short stick as thick as his arm and swung it towards the temple of the cheerful uncle.

Gazef, who had finally broken free from the thugs' encirclement, almost popped his eyes out when he saw this scene, and shouted anxiously.

"Captain, be careful!"

The sweeping stick created a wave of air in the air, but the sturdy man did not dodge or evade the whistling sound in his ears, and smiled brightly at Gazef with full confidence.

Then his mouth moved slightly.

"Don't fall into the fortress!"

With a "crack", just like in an Indian blockbuster, the passage of time stopped at this moment, and the short stick as thick as an arm broke instantly as if it hit a stone when it hit the sturdy man's head.

The broken wooden stick flew out in a spiral, which left the gangster who was attacking the sturdy man from behind dumbfounded. His eyes then shifted from the opponent to his own broken wooden stick.

The hideous cracks and sharp plant fibers all proved what was happening before our eyes.

At this moment, let alone the gangsters, even the people around them, especially Remedios and Kulev, looked at each other with suspicion.

Then they looked at each other unconfidently.

Is this how [Unfallen Fortress] is used?

Although this martial art can use a defensive posture to invalidate the opponent's attack, most people use it on weapons. Only the low-level [Fortress] may be launched with hands because of the need to rebound the attack.

But what is the situation now?

Use your own body as a weapon and emerge unscathed?

Remedios and Kulev couldn't help but gasp at this moment. This was almost the same as creating a new martial art.

Then the two of them continued to watch the battle in front of them with bated breath.

The sturdy man swung his arm backwards, like a cowboy's noose, to lock the thug who was attacking from behind by surprise. The sturdy arm instantly strangled the thug's face, and then he rushed forward with the thug's head!

A fist as big as a sandbag has been waiting for a long time.

The moment the two collided, there were a few crackling sounds of bones breaking and layers of flesh surged, as if a stone hammer was hitting each other in the face.

The gangster fell silent immediately.

"Wow~"

Seeing this scene, Carl couldn't help but turn his head away.

It's as exciting as watching an American blockbuster.

Then the sturdy man threw the unconscious gangster in his arms out with his arm as if he was throwing away a piece of rag.

When he raised his head, he looked back confidently at where Gazef was, with a wanton smile on his face and red blood flowing down his forehead. He was like a madman independent of the battlefield, mad because of the battle, happy because of the battle.

This crazy momentum instantly frightened all the thugs who were about to rush over.

For a moment, no one dared to step forward. Even Gazef stared blankly at his captain.

As expected of a strong person who can use his body to perform the [Unbreakable Fortress]...

Wait, blood on the forehead?

Remedios and Kulev seemed to have discovered something and looked at the burly man's forehead with frowns.

The place that was hit by the wooden stick had now formed a big bump, and blood was flowing out continuously.

It was obvious that the stick attack just now caused considerable damage to the sturdy man, and [Unfallen Fortress] did not reduce the damage caused by the previous attack.

If that’s the case, why does he still use this martial art?

Remedios and Kulev couldn't help but feel a little suspicious, but they soon thought of another feature of the martial art [Unbreakable Fortress].

Offset the impact of the opponent's attack.

Or to put it simply, it is to prevent knockback.

So he just used [Unbreakable Fortress]... just to look cool, oh, no, to intimidate the opponent?

The two of them looked in that direction, and the hooligans were hesitant to try to stop him when they saw such a ruthless and muscular man.

Slowly stepping back, Gazef also tactfully did the same thing and moved closer to the burly man.

Just when everyone around thought the fight would end, suddenly, accompanied by a long cry that was almost a howl, a gangster stood up, covering his eyes, and his frequently rising and falling chest seemed to still symbolize his restlessness.

Sure enough, the next roar came out of his mouth.

"*** (Kingdom swear word), I will kill you and hang your body on a tree!"

"Come on, all of you, come on!"

As he spoke, he rushed forward like a bull seeing a red cloth, and instantly pressed against Gazef's chest.

The sudden impact caused Gazef to step back, but he quickly steadied himself and leaned forward to push the opponent down, striking him in the chest with his right knee.

When the strong man saw this scene, his eyes suddenly lit up and he laughed out loud.

“Hahaha, good job, Gazef!”

Seeing that their heads were in danger, and for some unknown reason, these thugs gritted their teeth, closed their eyes and rushed forward.

It was as if Gazef saw a group of bulls charging towards him, so he quickly dropped the gang leader in his arms and hurriedly prepared to run away.

However, Gazef had just stopped attacking and had not had time to turn around when he felt an indescribable pain rushing straight to the top of his head. Gazef even almost rolled his eyes.

The monkey steals the peach.

For a moment, everyone watching the fight gasped, and Karlko subconsciously covered his mouth with his hands.

Exciting, so exciting.

It's worthy of being a street fight, use whatever means to inflict harm.

So it turned out to be a coincidence. Carl really couldn't imagine that the man whose peaches were stolen by the monkey would become the kingdom's first warrior captain in the future, the person admired by King Lian Gu.

But soon, a certain girl's fantasy was shattered.

"Stronoff, you idiot!"

The sturdy man took a deep breath and almost rolled his eyes at the scene before him, and directly cursed Gazef's last name.

He is still here, why are you running away in such a panic?

Thinking of this, the sturdy man no longer stood there giving orders. He shook his head violently, his hair flying and red blood spilling. He rushed towards the group of red-eyed bulls like a rhinoceros shaking its head before charging.

On the way, a gangster who was rushing in the front noticed the strong man's charge and seemed to want to do something to stop him, but he didn't expect that a strong arm would appear in front of him like a city wall.

Golden arm hook!

There was a muffled sound.

The gangster who was sprinting fell down with his head tilted back, with a smile on his face.

When the thugs charging behind him saw this scene, the courage they had finally mustered suddenly stagnated, and then inevitably declined.

The sturdy man was like a tiger among a flock of sheep, and the situation instantly became one-sided.

Even because the burly man was almost half a head taller than the other thugs, everyone around could see his blood-stained face and his eyes as cold as a knife when he slapped the thug away.

Carl was fascinated by all the performances.

This is a real warrior!

Turning back to look at Gazef, he was still in a stalemate with the monkey stealing peaches. Maybe this monkey was from Mount Emei in his previous life.

Karko looked back and forth between the two of them, and finally he couldn't help but sigh.

She really wanted to take the portrait of the Kingdom’s Warrior Captain, grab the guy named Gazef Stronoff beside her and ask him, “Is this you?”

Although it is said that people change, this is not just change, it's like becoming a different person!

She would rather believe that the old man had regained his youth than believe that the young man would become the kingdom's warrior captain in the future.

Ah, this world is so fucked up.

Just as Karl was complaining in his heart, the fight came to an end.

It can be seen that the sturdy man seemed to have intended to train Gazef, so he had not made a move. But after he made a move, all the thugs present were knocked to the ground in less than a few minutes.

Warriors who can use the martial art [Unbreakable Fortress] are at least Lv.20 warriors.

Let alone a dozen or so thugs, even if there were dozens more, they could still beat them back.

Under the sturdy man's fist, the monkey's peach stealing was finally over, and Gazef almost fell to his knees on the ground.

The sturdy man looked at this scene and couldn't help but laugh.

“Okay, Gazef, if you’re alright, get up.”

"You have good talent, but you still need to practice."

The sturdy man spoke kindly, and with his strong arms he lifted Gazef up slowly and easily.

"Don't worry about this matter. I will bring my brothers from the mercenary group to help you get rid of this anger!"

"Thank...thank you, Captain."

Gazef said breathlessly, his face still pale, and he was obviously still a little scared of what had just happened.

The sturdy man smiled even more happily when he saw this, and said something half comforting and half warning.

"Okay, take your time. You have to get familiar with these things slowly in the future. We are mercenaries. If we are not careful, worse situations may occur on the battlefield."

"Besides, we are going to the Free City later. If we are not careful, it could mean the difference between life and death."

"A newcomer like you shouldn't go there, but the commission is higher there. Didn't you say you were in a hurry to use the money?"

“So exercise well during this time, and don’t just be a backpacker when you get there.”

The sturdy man smiled and comforted, then his eyes couldn't help but look towards a certain place.

This was exactly the place where Karko and others had just watched the battle.

82

Chapter 82: Strange, who is talking about me?

"Captain? Captain!"

"Captain Asdelon!"

Gazef, who finally recovered from his shock, looked at the captain who was staring in one direction and called out quickly.

It was not until he waved his hands in front of Asdelon’s eyes a few times that the serious expression on the face of the sturdy middle-aged man changed, and he looked at Gazef with a smile.

“What’s wrong, Gazef?”

"Captain, what's wrong with you? Why were you staring at one place in a daze just now?"

The slightly immature Gazef asked in surprise, and at the same time, he couldn't help but look towards the place where Asdelon had just seen, but all he saw was a scattered crowd and an empty space.

Gazef, who had no idea what was going on, looked confused.

Asderon smiled and drew Gazef's attention back.