Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

Urgov frowned. He was used to seeing those two-legged animals locked in human enclosures, trembling and too afraid to even lift their heads.

Occasionally there are menacing human soldiers, but most of them will tremble with fear when they see his bear-man warrior.

But this old man in front of me...

Those eyes were looking at him calmly, without revealing a trace of fear.

Urgov suddenly found it interesting.

"Don't move." He raised his thick arm, stopping the several eager bear-man warriors behind him. "Let me ask this old man myself."

The group stopped.

Thousands of bear-man warriors stood on the dirt road between the hills, a dark mass.

Urgov walked up to the old man and looked down at the human elder.

He was almost twice the height of the other person, and he deliberately took half a step forward, letting his shadow completely envelop the other person.

“Old man,” Urgov’s voice rolled from deep in his throat, “where did you come from? Do you know whose territory this is?”

Sebastian raised his head and calmly looked at the other person.

“I come from the Bahars Empire, and I am here to discuss some matters with the rulers of the Orcish Kingdom.”

"Talk business?" Urgov paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

The bear-man warriors behind him also laughed, their laughter rising and falling like a rough wave.

Sebastian ignored his mockery. He tilted his head slightly, glancing at the dark mass of bear-men behind him.

"Although the chances are slim, I still want to ask, are you willing to surrender?"

Chapter 77 This guy is human!?

After a brief silence.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Urgov laughed even harder than before.

He bent over, one hand on his knee, the other pointing at Sebastian, his mouth stretched to his ears, his round bear belly trembling violently, and even the fat on his face quivering.

"Did you hear that?" Urgov completely disregarded Sebastian and turned to shout at the bear-man warriors behind him, "This old human is making me surrender!"

Laughter erupted again from the group.

Several bear-man warriors laughed so hard they could barely hold their iron axes, and had to use the handles to support themselves on the ground to stay upright.

The hyena beastman Grik quietly retreated to a slightly later position, shielding several bear-men beastmen in front of him.

The gaunt hyena's face also managed a forced smile, but its yellow-green vertical pupils were fixed on the old man, its eyes slightly narrowed.

He felt that something was not quite right.

An old human man, standing alone in the heart of the orc kingdom, faced thousands of bear-man warriors and managed to persuade them to surrender without batting an eye.

Or he's gone mad.

Or...

Glick's vertical pupils contracted again as he recalled the founding legend of the Dragon Kingdom.

'Could this guy be a dragon disguised as a human...?'

Such a horrifying idea came to Glick's mind that he himself found it laughable.

'If the dragons that founded the Dragon Kingdom truly cared about its fate, they would have shown themselves long ago. How could the Orc Kingdom possibly bully them?'

Glick used this reasoning to refute his previous idea, but his body still honestly took two steps back.

After all, the power of dragons had long been ingrained in the minds of the natives of the other world, and even if there was only a very slight possibility, Glick did not want to take the risk.

Sebastian looked at the group of orcs who were laughing so hard they were doubled over.

He wasn't angry or annoyed by the ridicule; in fact, a faint look of regret appeared on his face.

The laughter gradually subsided.

Urgov straightened up, wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, and then squeezed the bear paw hard, making a cracking sound from the joints.

“Old man.” His voice still carried a hint of laughter, but his eyes had turned dangerous. “I originally thought you were quite interesting and wanted to play with you a little longer.”

He took a big step forward, his huge foot stomping into the mud, leaving a deep footprint.

"But your tone is too arrogant, so arrogant that it makes me very unhappy."

He raised his right arm, and his fist, larger than a human head, cast a shadow in the sunlight.

"I'll show you how humans should talk to orcs."

Sebastian stared at the slowly rising fist.

"What a pity," he sighed softly.

“You originally had the opportunity to see humans and orcs coexist peacefully.”

Urgov paused for a moment, then gave a cruel smile.

"Peace? You can dream of that in your next life!"

The enormous bear paw fist came crashing down.

The fist hurtled toward Sebastian with a whooshing sound that tore through the air.

Urgov still had that cruel smile on his lips.

He could already see the result of this punch: the skinny old man's head would explode like a watermelon, blood and brain matter would splatter out, and then his body would collapse limply.

perfect.

Sebastian also threw a punch.

His fists were almost disproportionately small compared to Urgov's.

The two fists collided in mid-air.

"boom!"

A dull thud echoed through the hills, like a muffled thunderclap across the sky.

Urgov's smile froze.

A tremendous force he had never felt before came from his fist, and his right arm, starting from his fist, made a dense cracking sound.

Beneath the dark brown fur, the flesh looked as if it had been crushed by an invisible giant hand, spreading from the arm all the way to the shoulder, and then to the right half of the chest cavity.

Urgov didn't even have time to feel the pain.

His bear eyes were wide open, and his pupils reflected the human old man who hadn't moved an inch.

The enormous body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The right half of his body had completely collapsed, and blood gushed from the broken flesh, spreading into a small pool of blood on the dirt road.

Urgov's life force vanished completely in a matter of moments.

The hyena beast Grik, seeing this scene before him, felt his limbs go weak and almost collapsed to the ground.

The smile that once graced his gaunt hyena face had vanished completely, replaced by undisguised fear.

'This guy... is definitely a dragon...'

But why did the legendary dragon appear at this particular time? Is it because the Orc King plans to completely destroy the Dragon Kingdom this year, which is why the dragon decided to show itself?

In his mind, Grik cursed the Orc King's mother countless times.

That old bastard insisted on launching a full-scale attack this year. Now look what's happened, he's attracted the dragon.

He raised his head, his yellow-green vertical pupils looking at the old man.

Sebastian is walking forward.

His steps were elegant and composed, and his imposing presence made it seem as if he alone had surrounded thousands of bear-man warriors.

Countless thoughts flashed through Glick's mind.

Escape? Impossible. The dragon is definitely faster than him.

Resistance? Even less likely. Urgov couldn't even withstand a single punch; would he really go up there and deliver himself to the enemy?

Glick forced himself to calm down.

He recalled every word the old man had said after he appeared...

There's still a chance.

Glick suddenly knelt down, his knees slamming into the dirt, kicking up a little dust.

"We are willing to surrender!"

He used all his strength, and his voice echoed through the empty hills.

Sebastian stopped in his tracks upon hearing this.

Glick's back was soaked with cold sweat; the hyena's short fur clung to his skin, wet and cold.

但他不敢动.

He stopped in his tracks, looking at the dragon in front of him who liked to pretend to be a human and eat black bears.

'I survived…' he thought with immense relief. 'I finally survived…'

He took a deep breath and shouted to the bear-man warriors behind him who were still standing there in a daze, "On my command, lay down your weapons!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

A sharp axe swept past from behind, striking Glick precisely on the neck.

The axe blade cut into the flesh and severed the bone as smoothly as a knife slicing through butter.

Glick's head flew off his shoulder and tumbled twice in the air.

His eyes were still open, and he died without understanding why he, as the second-in-command, would die at the hands of his trusted confidant.

The relief and joy of surviving the ordeal on that dog's face hadn't even fully blossomed before it was frozen in time forever.