Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz) - Part 1 (Chapters 1 to 200)

Chapter 151: Robbery on the Road

The Last Defender of the Way squad rode their nightmare warhorses, moving slowly through the forest. Barrett occasionally raised his brass telescope to his eye, scanning the distant horizon.

In his and EeDechi's view, four tiny black dots trudged along the crest of the rolling hills in the wilderness ahead. The three adventurers were trailing that expedition team, plotting to use some "special" tactics to snatch the map to the Eight Greed Kings' desert from their hands.

"Why aren't these guys sticking to the main road? Why trek through this godforsaken nowhere?" EeDechi muttered, puzzled. The path the expedition took was the same one their squad had camped at a few nights back.

"Beats me, but who cares? Them taking this backwater trail just makes our job easier," Barrett said, lowering his telescope and cracking his knuckles.

"Hey, that cleric chick in their group—can I call dibs on dealing with her?" Franco, perched on his nightmare warhorse, grinned eagerly.

"Get lost," EeDechi shot back, hesitating. "Doesn't this feel a bit... wrong? I mean, we're supposed to be the good guys."

"Oh, come on," Barrett said, dead serious. "We're upright adventurers. Doing what adventurers do doesn't make us any less upright."

"Don't sweat it, captain," Franco chimed in. "I'll just whip up a duplicate map with my copying spell later. They'll be fine."

The trio spurred their nightmare warhorses faster, circling around a few hills to quietly close in on the four-person expedition. The team rode red dwarf horses, their backs loaded with heavy cargo, slowing them down.

A sharp whistle cut through the air, and Barrett, astride his towering warhorse, leaped forward, galloping at breakneck speed to block the expedition team's path. He brandished his longsword, its razor-sharp edge glinting in the blinding sunlight, forcing the plodding team to a halt.

EeDechi, riding hard from the expedition's left rear, closed in fast. Her horsemanship was absolute garbage, and she nearly crashed into the team's horses before fumbling through a chaotic mess of reins to barely stop her nightmare warhorse.

Franco, the last of the trio, was even worse. His riding skills were a disaster. Legs clamped tight around the horse's belly, arms wrapped desperately around its neck, he charged wildly. The nightmare warhorse, half-strangled by his grip, wheezed and bucked, trying to throw him off.

Franco yanked out his wand and cast a sleep spell on the beast. The warhorse dropped like a rock, and Franco scrambled up from the dirt, staggering to block the expedition's right rear.

Just like that, the three adventurers had the four-person expedition team surrounded.

"What's the meaning of this?" The buzzcut woman, looking every bit the boss, fixed Barrett with an icy stare. She made no move to draw a weapon.

Behind her, a bearded man unslung his battleaxe. A cold-eyed young guy pulled his sword. The cleric girl in a white robe raised her staff, a glowing aura of magic swirling around its red crystal.

As they armed themselves, the team's vibe shifted. Yesterday, they were just a rowdy bunch laughing in a tavern. Now, they were hardened, battle-scarred warriors ready to throw down.

"Can't you tell?" Barrett bellowed, facing the bristling expedition team. "We're robbing you blind."

"Robbing us?" The four exchanged glances, then burst into roaring laughter. "HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Stop laughing," EeDechi said, dead serious. "I don't want to get violent, but hand over the map to the Eight Greed Kings' desert, and we'll let you walk away."