Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Please let me go! You can take the treasures here as you like!" The mimic trembled all over, "I am just a humble and insignificant trap. Even if you kill me, there will be no benefit!"

"Generally speaking, the meat of the Mimic is very chewy," said Exuri, smacking his mouth. "Maybe the old green dragon doesn't like this piece of meat, but it's just right for me."

"Hey——" The mimic suddenly shook like chaff.

"It's quite rare for a mimic to speak Common Language, and even fewer can speak it so fluently." Ron rested his chin on his hand, "I think it's worth letting it go just because of its rarity. ”

"But it would be a waste just to leave it here."

"You mean, you want me to throw this thing into my treasure house?" Axuri asked in a disgusting tone, "If you like it so much, why don't you throw it into the trading post?"

"There's no treasure to guard at the trading post, unless—"

The young black dragon immediately hugged his treasure tightly; "Okay, okay, I'll take it back!"

Feeling that he was being coerced, Black Dragon was very unhappy. He stood up unsteadily and kicked the wooden box in the corner with his powerful hind legs: "I would rather move this rag home." don't want--"

When the "wooden box" was kicked wide open, the young dragon's tragic cry echoed in the cave: "Ron, save me, there's a Mimic here!"

"Let him go, you idiot!" The surrendered mimic immediately yelled at the traditional Mimic in the corner in a common language mixed with a vague "Gurgling" sound. , "You should open your twelve short-sighted single eyes and look around more! This way you can live longer!"

With a "crack" sound, several wooden boards were opened on the surface of the wooden box. It spit out Axuri's hind legs and revealed two-digit purple eyes: "If you I'd be happy to do that if it didn't take away my food!"

"Do you dare to make a normal treasure chest and compare your luck with me?"

"Do you dare to break out of the old rules and compete with me in strength?" Ron's mimicry retorted - if it had lips, "You deserve to starve, because I am much smarter than you." "

"To be able to see two mimics quarreling these days, I must have slept less." Sylvia stared blankly at the two mimics who were talking to each other, and even forgot about her. I don't really need sleep at all.

Their quarrel was naturally fruitless, because it seemed difficult for the two guys to move on their own. No matter how fierce the quarrel was, it would only exhaust their already scarce common language vocabulary and evolve into beast-like roars.

It was impossible to do anything with their hands. Even if they stretched their pseudopods to the extreme, they would not be able to reach each other at all - probably the result of constant quarrels before.

"This is the first time I know that the word 'vociferous' can be used in the dragon's treasure house," Exuri muttered, "Ron, you have to help me share the burden! I can't say anything. Bring these two guys back to my lair!"

"This is too noisy!"

"Take it back?" The mimic disguised as a treasure chest realized in hindsight, "You mean, we can find a new hunting place?"

"The green dragon hasn't been here for a long time, and he doesn't seem to be taking care of the territory anymore. Our food sources have been reduced a lot."

"He won't come again." Ron stretched out his hand to pinch the skin of this one, and then knocked on the hard shell of the other one. The shape-shifting creature is really wonderful, and can actually have completely different textures. "He was killed, otherwise we would also Can't get in."

"Oh, he's dead," the Mimics sighed in unison, "He can no longer eat the food given to us."

"I can no longer clean up the residue on him."

"That's hard to say. Maybe you can get this feeling back in a new place?" Ron shrugged, "But I have to confirm first: you shouldn't eat a lot, right?"

"Since the last time the green dragon came here to now, I have eaten a total of six and a half field mice, as well as fifty-three earthworms and other bugs," the Mimic said. "My compatriots always steal my food!"

"You need to practice more. You can obviously transform but keep the form of a wooden box. It's really a disgrace to our race!" Another mimic said scornfully, "I hunt at least twice as much food as you!"

Thirteen voles and one hundred and six bugs, considering the span of at least a hundred years, it doesn't seem to be a proud result. Even as ambush predators, these two can be called extremely long-term standbys.

"It sounds acceptable. They won't move around very much, and they won't take away too much of my food." Exuri stared at the two mimics with his vertical pupils, causing them to return to the place in a trance. Years spent in the shadow of the green dragon.

"I'll take one of them away, but what to do with the other one is up to you Ron."

"At least we can use him as a hunting trap." Sera didn't know when she put three thick and large necklaces made of gold and gems around her neck. It’s inevitable to get caught, let alone other prey.”

"If you can stand its filthy, corrosive slime - God, I feel like I'll never fall in love with a bugbear girl again."

Driverdo had woken up. He sat up and stared at the front with empty eyes. It was obvious that the experience just now had brought great psychological trauma to the goblin hunter.

"Speaking of which, are you familiar with this area?" Ivy approached the two mimics, "Are there any other places like this in the green dragon's lair?"

"We don't know," the mimic replied, "You should have seen the creepers at the door, right? We dare not go out."

"That kind of creature doesn't judge whether something is edible based on its appearance. With our size, it must have swallowed us first," the treasure chest monster echoed, "But there is a more special place here, maybe you will be interested?"

"There is a dug hole in the corner over there."

Ignoring the two mimics that had been trapped in the treasure house for a hundred years, Ron and his team walked in the direction indicated by the pseudopod. As expected, they found a cave that was dug out by hand and collapsed. When they dug the cave again, a body of an elf that had not yet completely rotted appeared in front of them.