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

"After all, I don't think I've ever seen these emblems on their armor, but the magic power on those armors is not low!"

"Could it be that those dwarves remade a set of armor to conceal their identities?"

Karko asked with a smile, and Fluder shook his head slightly.

"Who knows about such a thing?"

"But Your Highness, don't you go and ask what happened back then?"

"What good is it to ask such a question?"

"It's just opening the old scars again."

"Since you are already alive, live well with the hopes of those who have passed away."

"after all……"

"This is the first time I've seen a dwarf who refuses a banquet..."

As he spoke, Karl couldn't help but look at the brightly lit city behind him.

At this time, a large number of wooden tables were placed in the corridors, and a bonfire was lit in the square in the center of the city at night.

Soldiers and civilians all joined hands to celebrate at this moment.

People were provided with wine and food to enjoy, and everyone was immersed in the joy, releasing the pressure brought by the approaching sub-human army today.

Karl's eyes at this moment showed both relief and a hint of sadness.

In the dwarf kingdom in the Angelicia Mountains, the dwarves could be said to be unable to enjoy life without wine. As long as there was a banquet, they would not refuse it, and they could even forget some of their troubles as long as there was wine.

It’s hard to imagine what kind of blow or incident would turn those dwarves into what they are now?

Karko shook his head slightly, then turned to look at Fluder and asked with a smile.

“Fluder-sensei, if our ancestor were still alive, he would surely agree with my idea, right!?”

Fluder also felt the gazes on him, but he just lowered his head with hazy eyes and did not respond.

Yurek Besares…

Fluder whispered the name softly, and at that moment he seemed to have traveled back hundreds of years to see the man who had been crowned the Holy King from a commoner.

A man in his forties who lives like a man in his twenties is completely different from who he was at that time.

He didn't even know how they became friends, and he even thought he had forgotten the name until the Holy Kingdom contacted him.

But later he discovered that this name had always been in his heart.

Fluder couldn't help but smile at the thought, and even his originally quiet heart became a little lively.

In order to distinguish themselves from the common people, the kings of other countries gave themselves very long names, and even their titles were abbreviations of their names. Only Jurek always used the last name of Besares, and it did not change even two hundred years later.

How could I forget such a special name?

Fluder laughed at himself, and then continued speaking in response to Karko’s words.

"Not only Your Highness, if that guy was still here, he might be trying to amuse everyone now."

Karl was also happy to hear this and immediately said with a smile.

"That's great! I will definitely let the ancestor perform on stage at the dinner tonight!"

“That’s going to be exciting!”

Fluder couldn't help but burst into laughter as he spoke, and Karko followed closely behind.

For a moment, their laughter echoed on the city wall.

But this laughter was not abrupt, because the whole city was immersed in laughter and everything was so peaceful.

But soon, Fluder seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but look back at the party behind him and asked.

"Speaking of which, Your Highness, where did you get so much money to hold the banquet?"

"Well, that's easy. It's my father's private money!"

Suddenly there was another burst of laughter on the city wall.

At this time, in the jungle not far away, Valgan and many other dwarves also came to their designated location, but after arriving, they asked without hesitation.

"Who is it, who is there?!"

All of a sudden, the grass next to it began to move as if it were alive.

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Chapter 139: Uneasy (4,400)

Along with Valgan's harsh rebuke, a huge monster in the forest seemed to have heard the noise and walked towards this side.

For a moment, the trees in the jungle were visibly twisted and shifted by the huge force, but the strange thing was that the people present did not hear any big noise, as if a ghost was attacking them.

As the trees bent in a short time, a huge eagle head poked out from the woods and came to Valgan at a rapid speed.

When he saw Vargan, he raised his head and chirped softly as he was used to it.

Then the giant beast slowly walked out from the cover of the woods.

The eagle head and the front half of the body are covered with golden eagle feathers like an eagle, except for the eagle feathers from the chest to the head which are as white as snow. The back half of the body is like a lion, covered with short brown hair.

Two wings and four legs, this is the griffin.

The overlord of the sky, a creature that can rival a dragon and is also loyal enough.

The size of the griffin in front of him was far beyond that of other ordinary griffins. Its body length alone was at least four or five meters, and its height when standing was over three meters. One could not even imagine how long its wingspan was.

It is so majestic that people subconsciously want to kneel down just by looking at it.

However, the dwarves present were already accustomed to this kind of pressure and were not moved at all. Some of them even greeted the griffins in front of them.

The originally statue-like expression gained a touch of liveliness the moment he saw the griffin, and the whole person looked a little more lively.

At this moment, the griffin tilted its head slightly, and its sharp eagle eyes looked in the direction where Valgan was on guard, and instantly understood what had happened.

After the griffin let out a cry that sounded almost like a mockery, the noise in the grass not far away became louder and louder.

It seemed that the person hiding inside wanted to slip away quickly, but soon, the griffin grabbed him by the collar and threw him out.

With a 'bang' sound, a muffled sound echoed on the ground.

The thrown dwarf looked at Valgan with a sullen smile, then raised his little hand and greeted him.

"King, I..."

"Okay Green, who asked you to come over here!"

"No, troops, how many people did you bring with you?"

Valgan's expression was particularly serious at this moment. He looked around quickly and asked directly.

"Everyone hiding in here, come out!"

Suddenly, the trees and grass around them, which seemed motionless, began to move, one after another, two after two, three after three...

One after another, the dwarves poked their heads out from the bushes, their expressions looking unexpectedly awkward.

At this time, griffins also came out from the woods one after another.

However, compared to the griffin leader who showed up first, they did not cause any noise at all.

In fact, although griffins are known as the kings of the sky, their dominance on land is difficult for other species to shake.

Theoretically, if a griffin wanted to launch a sneak attack, it could do so without causing too much noise, even in a dense forest.

The griffin leader just now simply sensed the presence of his old friend, and that’s why he ran towards this side without any hesitation.

Even so, the dwarves present hardly heard the footsteps of the griffin leader as he moved, because for the griffin, walking silently had become almost an instinctive action.

Vargan glanced at the dwarves and griffins walking out in front of him, and for a moment he couldn't help but sigh.

There were more than two hundred dwarves and griffins present, and these were exactly the only ones left in the Griffin Knights.

"Didn't I tell you to guard the gathering place?"

"Why are you all running here?"

Valgan put his hand on his forehead and asked helplessly.

Green looked at Valgan, and while observing, he stood up, dusted himself off, and then explained carefully.

"Well, King..."

"Call me Captain now!"

"Yes, leader!"

When Green heard this, he subconsciously stood at attention and raised his head slightly. The frightened expression on his face seemed to disappear at this moment, leaving only an expressionless resoluteness.

"Captain, you guys have been out for such a long time without any response, so we increased our patrol range, and then we accidentally discovered the demihuman coalition led by the beast-bodied quadruped beast."

"According to our judgment, they are heading for the pioneer city of the descendants of Besares."

"We are worried that the humans there will not be able to hold on, and that something might happen to you, Captain, so we mobilized all the Griffin Knights in the gathering place to come and help you."

"But when we flew over, we found that the battle was almost over, so we followed the marks and went to the place where the griffins roosted and waited. We originally planned to go back tonight!"

After saying that, Green couldn't help but glance at Valgan.

Although he didn't say the rest, it was obvious that he didn't expect that his king would come back and bring so much meat.

Green couldn't help but secretly glance at the carts of raw meat at the back. Not to mention his griffin, even he couldn't help swallowing at the sight of so much meat.

It's a pity that more than a hundred years have passed and their griffins haven't seen so much food for a long time.

Although it is not alive, the appearance of the meat shows that it has just been slaughtered. To them, it is no different from a living animal!

More importantly, they saw a huge horse leg inside!

Oh, God of Storms, who could resist this?

For a moment, the jungle was filled with the sound of heavy breathing.

Green knew without hesitation that this was definitely because these old guys were greedy.

Vargan obviously knew this as well. He looked at Green unhappily, then looked at the griffin leader not far away and gave instructions in a gentle tone.

"Please, old man, please keep an eye on them."

In response to Vargan's words, the griffin leader blinked his eyes very smartly, then turned his head to glance at the other griffins present, cried to the sky, and then took the lead to walk towards several carts full of raw meat.

The dwarves also skillfully made way, and the other griffins followed the leader's pace and ran towards the food impatiently.

As for griffins, they are not actually social creatures. Instead, they prefer to be alone.

Because a single griffin occupies the top of the food chain, it is difficult for an area to support two or three griffins, let alone hundreds or thousands gathered together.

Only a powerful country can raise such beasts collectively, and when they gather in groups, a special creature called the Griffin King will be born.

Under the leadership of the Griffin King, some of the shortcomings of ordinary griffins will be curbed.

For example, the griffin itself is actually very ferocious and willful.

If there hadn't been the leadership of the Griffin King, they would have rushed up and feasted on the food long ago, instead of sharing the food with each other obediently like they are now.

Seeing that there was no need to worry about the griffin, Vargan grabbed Green's collar without hesitation, lifted him up in the air, looked around and said in a cold voice.

"Everyone else, follow me!"

"That's right, I have something to ask you too."

All the dwarves who had followed Valgan couldn't help but smile, but the dwarves who had followed Green couldn't help but look bitter.

Both parties followed Valgan into the woods and soon selected an open space where the griffins had previously roosted.

Then Vargan threw Green to the ground without any mercy.

Suddenly, Green, who fell on his butt, felt a crisp sensation.

But before Green had time to rub his butt, he heard Vargan's voice.

"Did you see any other demihuman troops when you came here?"

"Besides those goatmen and quadrupeds, are there any other demihumans eyeing this place?"

Vargan asked calmly. Perhaps it was the serious tone that offset Green's lively aura, or perhaps it was the lesson he just learned that made him regain some seriousness.