Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"I don't think it's realistic," Ivy's pointed ears twitched. "Listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the cave. It must have traveled through quite complicated terrain to get here, which means that we are now The location is relatively deep in the cave, and I’m afraid it’s impossible to get out easily.”

"But it's always good to walk outside." Ron inspected the nearby soil and rocks and pointed in a direction, "Let's go this way. You should be able to find a water source not far away."

Although they did not carry too much dry food and drinking water, it would not be a problem with the priest by their side. However, if they could find a living water source, getting out from here should not be a problem.

"Good idea," Sylvia glanced at Ron, "You chose the path with the strongest smell of blood."

"Although the blood stains on the road should have been there for more than a month, I have an innate advantage in this regard and can still smell it."

"More than a month?" Ron's heart moved. "Seymour reported before that the camp was first discovered at that time."

"You mean there may be a connection between the two?" Sylvia thought for a moment and summoned a night-neighing hound from the etheric plane. "Go, go explore the road ahead. Don't be sure if you find anything." Move!"

About half an hour later, the vampire was glad that he had just said such an extra sentence. Because it is obviously impossible to make a ferocious night neighing hound give up the body with only its upper body left and its internal organs and intestines flowing all over the ground. It is obviously impossible to rely on its beast-like self-control.

Following the light footsteps of the night neighing hound, the flies fled from a half-rotted corpse, leaving Ron and others with half a corpse.

"How pitiful..." Ivy frowned and looked at the long dark brown traces trailing behind the corpse, which were blood that had dried for a long time. "Did he drag half of his body to get here? His will is so bad Called tenacious..."

"He should know that there is a teleportation array here," Victoria said. "He crawled all the way here with this hope in mind, but unfortunately, he failed to reach that place in the end."

"Did he fail to hold on? Or did his friends abandon him and run away? Seymour said that when they first discovered the camp, a crazy figure ran away."

"Maybe he was not teleported, and he was frightened crazy after seeing his compatriots disappear," Drayford shrugged, "Sylvia, can you let your dog eat him? It's scary to see him like this. ”

"Victoria?" The vampire gestured towards the priest. Victoria understood the situation and used Speak with the Dead before the night neighing hound started drooling, temporarily "awakening" the corpse.

"It hurts so much..."

This was the first time Ron and the others encountered a corpse, and he spoke first without waiting for them to ask questions.

"He had been holding this breath in his throat before he died, and now he can finally spit it out," Victoria sighed, "Why does it hurt? Who hurt you?"

"Trap...Ratman..." The corpse sighed softly, as if he had not recovered from the pain - even though he was already dead.

"Ratman..." Everyone looked at each other. Although this kind of cave is in line with the usual habits of ratmen, it is obvious that the teleportation circle cannot be made by them.

"Where are your companions? Are they all dead too?"

"Thor...is not here, and the others...were caught..." The Thor mentioned by the corpse probably refers to the madman Seymour mentioned. As for the others, they probably all became food for the Rat Man.

Creatures caught by ratmen rarely end up well. These animal-like humanoid creatures have immense hatred and malice towards the general race. Once they get the opportunity, they may eat their prey alive and eat the flesh and hide it.

Compared with them, goblins can be considered a civilized race - at least their ancestors are relatively rich, and they are also fey after all.

"That's going to be difficult," Drayford crossed his hands on his chest. "Ratmen are best at setting up traps and traps. If we are going to go deeper, we'd better be careful and careful."

"Why do you come here? There is a village nearby, why don't you stay overnight but choose to camp?"

The corpse groaned; "Searching for...the lost treasure...our ancestors came from...Farama..."

"You can't cut grass...scare the snakes."

Perhaps it was because there were too many complex problems that made it unbearable. The corpse's eyes suddenly dimmed. The neighing hound, which had been waiting for a long time, could no longer hold back and pounced on it and began to bite it with big mouthfuls.

"Descendants of the Kingdom of Falama, as expected," Ron turned his head away from watching the bloody scene, "The golden dragon and the foul demon each only revealed half of what they knew: after the fall of the Kingdom of Falama, their remnants It was divided into two branches, one followed the foul demon deep into the mountains, and the other left the dreamland - but what have they been doing for these hundreds of years? Why don't they come back at this time? "

"You forgot, this area was quite dangerous before, especially for people like them who are not even rookies," Ivy said leisurely, "On the first day we came to Dreamland, we were attacked by someone. Do you think they can survive the lizard attack?"

"No," Ron thought for a moment, "In fact, if there were no goblins, even we would suffer."

"You can't beat wild beasts when you don't have a master, but you have a master and you're afraid of being discovered. It's hard." Sera shook her head, "It's a pity that you asked a little too anxiously, otherwise you can ask them if they have achieved any results."

"What if they get there first and have already found part of it?"

"Rather than rely on them, you might as well rely on this dog," Sylvia pointed at the night hound that was chewing bones to pieces, "Didn't you hear his words? 'Treasure', they don't even know what they are looking for!"

The barbarian nodded: "Indeed, only your dog would call that a treasure."

The night hound raised its head when it heard that, but was slapped down by Sylvia: "Eat yours, it's disgusting!"

The hound whimpered, opened its mouth to bite the last half of the rotten meat and ran back to the etheric plane. There is no sunlight here, and they can freely shuttle back and forth between the two worlds.

"It seems that we may face beastmen next," Victoria took off the kite-shaped shield, "Driverford, have you fought with them? What are the difficulties of ratmen?"

"In fact, there was no fight. I heard about it from Lord Karad," Driverford thought for a while, "At that time, I was still a cub. A group of ratmen were driven out of the mountains by their own people and came to seize our territory - yes, it was the stone mountain range where Ivy escorted the merchants - Lord Karad fought a big battle with them and finally won the victory with great difficulty."

"They are good at setting traps and are very good at camouflage. Some strong ones are also proficient in invisibility. When hunting, they will put some jewelry or other things in obvious places, set traps below and wait for the prey. As long as someone is fooled, they will immediately attack."

"By the way, it seems to be like that corpse-"