Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"To my dear Lord: I never thought that you could escape alive from the Death Knight, but the omens in the crucible made me extremely worried that this would become a reality, so I decided to go to my mother's old house to hide from you. for a while.”

"Don't come looking for me. There are a lot of traps there. If you fall on them, you'll lose more than you gain, right?"

"This bastard actually threatens us!" Sera became furious after hearing Ron read Polly's message. "Ron, we must kill her! This kind of thing cannot be tolerated in our territory!"

"Ghosts are like this. They have no respect for gods and devils, let alone mortal lords," Masarino said slowly, "But I suggest that you should not act rashly. Her warning is probably not groundless. ”

"We don't have time to play hide-and-seek with her right now," Ron agreed with Massarino. "We don't know the location of her 'new home' either. Instead of wandering around in the swamp like a headless fly, it's better to go back first."

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"Dreyford, remember to tell your compatriots and send some people to keep an eye on this place. As long as she dares to come back-"

"Okay!" Goblin Hunter licked his lips, "We are the best at this kind of thing, just wait for the good news!"

If the hag turned around and left immediately after leading the way, Ron wouldn't say anything, let alone want to cause trouble for her. But ending the deal is one thing, escaping from the battlefield is another. The power of the hag cannot be ignored, and whether she is included in the battle will have a great impact on the battle.

Unexpectedly, Ron and others had no choice but to return to the territory first. During their time out, the trading post and the surrounding villages had undergone considerable changes.

"It seems that you have a spellcaster here who is familiar with architecture." Two carriages were found in the newly established village. Masarino, who was sitting in the carriage, kept looking out and nodded slightly, "This is Good thing, if the work is left entirely to ordinary people, the progress of the project will be delayed a lot. "

"Anne is in charge of this, she is a warlock," Ron replied casually, "It seems that Seymour and the others have gathered a lot of people. If I remember correctly, it was not so lively before we came out."

"Looking at the costumes, they are all from the south. There are villagers, and there seem to be some citizens and craftsmen," Constance said, "Well, but I remember that your policy is to separate goblins from other races as much as possible, right? But along the way, The village seems to have become a mixed bag.”

"Is the reproductive ability of goblins so amazing?"

"No matter how many children we have, it still takes time to grow up!" Dreyfudo, a monk who is also two feet tall, was confused. "Even if we grow out of the soil like plants, we still have to have a maturity period, right? It can be everywhere so quickly!”

"And didn't you see? They almost all have their own equipment! Our dwarf blacksmith doesn't know how to forge such things!"

Dreyfudo pointed to the entrance of the village he had just passed. Both adult goblins were wearing thick copper shoulder guards, carrying bows made from tree branches and quivers sewn from animal skins. There is no doubt that it would be impossible for Rurik to make such crude handicrafts.

"By the way, do you know them?" Ivy asked the goblin, "Except for you, I can't tell the difference in appearance between your races."

"I can't tell the difference," Driver said carelessly, regardless of the shocked looks of Ron and others, "There are so many goblins, and Baobuqi is dead as soon as he gets to know them. Except for a few who have to flatter him every day and those who have to flatter him every day. I have to bully a few, but who does the others love? What does it have to do with me?”

"But speaking of it, I have never seen them dressed in this kind of attire. It seems that Boss Kalad doesn't have people like them...probably."

This question was quickly answered. Because when Ron and the others arrived at the trading station, a huge, extremely rough and brutal chariot was parked at the entrance of the trading station's yard.

This bloody chariot was wrapped in several layers of animal skins. There were more than a dozen sharpened wooden stakes and curved spears scattered around the body, with dangerous edges flashing at their tips. In the car, Ron and others saw a space that could accommodate approximately sixty or seventy people. One of the tiger leather seats was quite conspicuous, but it also had the most stringent protection measures around it.

This kind of chariot is obviously used in large-scale battles, not adventurers' expeditions. Among the people Ron knew, there was only one person who could possibly tinker with such a thing.

A certain hobgoblin, now I'm afraid he really needs to be called a warlord.

"Stop!"

Just as Ron was tapping the unfamiliar tank with his knuckles curiously and preparing to climb up to take a look, a powerful low roar startled him. Two huge, hairy humanoid creatures emerged from the blind spot behind the car, holding double-edged axes to stop Ron.

"Bearbug?" Sera frowned, "Where did you come from? Get out of the way, do you know who you are blocking?"

"I don't know, but I'm not the boss here anyway," a Bugbear said in a loud voice, "Get out of here and stay away from Lord Kalad's chariot! Otherwise, we will arrest you all as attackers!"

"Who gave you this power?" Ron frowned, "Karad is back? Let him come out. I have to talk to him about this - his chariot cannot be parked here, blocking the road. dead."

Another bear goblin raised his battle axe in a threatening manner: "That's right! There is a problem in the trading post now, and the lord is acting as a temporary custodian to solve this problem!"

"If you want to rest in the village - stay away! Back off, back off again!"

"Pero, what's going on?! Why is there so much chaos at the door!"

The bear goblin's voice was heavy and loud, and it was impossible not to be heard by the people inside. Just as Ron was still trying to convince them, a hoarse bass sounded from the trading post.

"Lord, lord!" The two bear goblins turned around quickly, and Ron saw who came out.

Reddish-brown skin, dark red hair, yellow eyes, blue nose, although he looked a little short in front of the two big and strong bear goblins, everyone could see their fear and admiration for him. It seemed that as long as the other party gave an order, they would crawl in the dust and kiss his feet.

"They are just bigger goblins," Driver muttered disdainfully, "What if we were bigger and stronger? Just look at them."

"What's going on? Another person insists on staying at the trading post?" Whether in terms of appearance or temperament, this big goblin warlord is no longer the same as before. His gestures reveal the wildness and arrogance unique to goblins.

"Are you blind or what? Can't you see the notice posted over there! There are suspicious people waiting to be examined at the trading post now. Merchants traveling to and from the trading post should stay in the village over there! A few steps can make you tired... Hey, Ron, you're back!"