Overlord (book 1)

"I am always troubling Ainz-sama, this is truly...."

"...... Don’t worry. I have already made a promise to Sir Knight-Captain... For brevity’s sake, please gather all the villagers in a big house; then I will cast my defense magic on it."

Volume 1

Chapter 4

Conflict Part 4

Translators: Ghoststaker, CoCayn, cerulean33

Editor: Namorax, Mecani

Collaborators: Imoutolicious LNT & Skythewood

The horse’s excitement reverberated from its trotting hooves.

Even if it received training as a steed of war——no, because it was trained as a steed of war, it

was especially perceptive as to when it was approaching the grounds of death.

There were only four or five enemies trying to surround the whole village. This meant that there

was a huge gap between each one. If that was the case, shouldn't they have some sort of

method to ensure that not even a mouse would escape from their net?

In other words, lethal traps might be somewhere in the vicinity.

All things considered, Gazef still decided to force his way through. No, considering the situation,

this was the only option.

Upon gauging the distance between the enemy and himself, Gazef decided that a long-distance

engagement would be extremely disadvantageous.

Defending here would be more foolish than simply charging ahead.

If he had an archer by his side this would be a completely different matter, but right now he had

to avoid engaging the Magic Chanters at long range.

It would’ve been marvelous if the houses were made of stone or if the vil age was fortified city.

But using wooden cottages to defend against magic attacks was a really bad idea. They might

just as well burn along with the whole building.

There was only one idea left, but only a heretic would take it.

That was to let the village become a battlefield and force Ainz Ooal Gown to engage in combat.

But carrying out this plan would completely defeat the their original goal of protecting the

villages. That was why Gazef was willing to fight under these dangerous circumstances:

"After engaging the enemy, immediately lure the encirclement net over here, then quickly retreat.

Don't miss any opportunities."

Upon hearing the fierce replies behind him, Gazef furrowed his brows.

How many of them will survive this battle?

These men weren't stronger than any other humans, nor were they born with any superpowers.

There were simply men training their hardest under Gazef's direction. To lose these men, the

fruits of his meticulous labor and hard work, would be a pity.

Even if he decided to jump into danger, these men would still follow him willingly.

Gazef wanted to apologize to his subordinates for dragging them into this, but after turning his

head and looking at their faces, he swallowed his words.

The expression of the soldiers behind him showed that they were ready to follow Gazef to hell

under any circumstances.

His subordinates knew very well what dangers lay ahead; there was no need for any kind of

apology. They said to Gazef, who was feeling ashamed:

"Don't worry about it, Captain!"

"Yeah, we came here by our own volition. We swore to fight alongside Captain!"

"Let us protect our country, both the people and our comrades!"

There was nothing left to say.

Gazef roared:

"Charge! Tear them into pieces!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

Gazef spurred his horse forward, his subordinates following. The whole force charged so fast

and hard that they left a trail on the ground, as if an arrow had been shot from their original

position.

The mounted Gazef picked up his bow and nocked an arrow.

Even if he wasn't steady, Gazef could still shoot as if he were standing on the ground. He

released the arrow and it pierced the head of one of the Magic Chanters in front of him——At

least that was the way it looked like.

"Pah! Futile as expected. Maybe a magic arrow would penetrate, but... you don't have what you

don't have and there's no point in whining about it either."

The arrow bounced off as if it had hit a sturdy helmet. This absurd degree of hardness was

obviously caused by magic. Gazef knew the only way to penetrate a magical shield like that

would be to use a magical weapon.

But since Gazef had no such weapons, he discarded this train of thought immediately and put

his bow away.

The Magic Chanters started retaliating with magic.

Gazef marshalled all of his mental forces; he assumed a defensive stance in preparation to

resist.

Suddenly——His steed neighed loudly; it raised its front pair of hooves and kicked violently.

Seizing the reins, Gazef leaned forward and hugged the neck of his horse, relying on his agility

to prevent himself from falling off. He was able to stay calm despite the sudden event, but when

he thought back on what could've happened a shiver ran down his back. There were more

important things to think about in front of him.

Emotionally excited, Gazef was panting heavily, his breathing in chaos. He flogged the horse on