Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

As Ron gave the order, Sera immediately threw the arcane-wrapped stone at the door of the ratman's house. As the huge explosion came, Ron seemed to have only left some charred marks on the heavy stone door.

Faintly, the ratman's laughter could be heard behind the door, as if mocking their overestimation of their own abilities.

But these were not unexpected. What really shocked them was that Ron actually opened another bottle of potion!

"How can you still have a spell slot?" Sylvia looked at Ron in astonishment. No one knows the level of their peers better than the caster - Ron should no longer have the ability to release such a large-scale spell!

Although the release and triggering methods are very cumbersome, its power is undoubtedly comparable to the fireball spell. Is it necessary to say what level of spell this is?

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"Why not?" Ron laughed, and the next "stone bomb" was thrown out again. This time, even such a stone door could not avoid cracks. "I can cast six such spells a day, but this is just the beginning?"

"Fewer functions, fewer resources..." The dhampir opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

If the target is a dead object, it is the same difficulty as the scorching ray, and the number of spells that can be cast per day can naturally double!

"The last one!"

When the third boulder was thrown on the stone door and collided with the subsequent flaming arrows, with the violent explosion, everyone hid behind Ivy and Victoria's shields. The stone chips that were more powerful than the arrows hit the shields with a crackling sound. The kite-shaped shield even whimpered, and liquid oozed from the surface, trying to repair the body that was hit.

"This thing should be shown to Rurik. He always brags about how powerful their dwarves' gunpowder technology is. It's time to give him a little surface shock!" Sera laughed loudly and rushed in without waiting for the dust to settle.

"Rats, your grandma is coming!"

"This woman! She never learns from her lessons!" Driver shouted hatefully, "Ivy, Victoria, we have to cover her, otherwise we can only find her body!"

"You take a rest first..." Sylvia was trying to communicate with the night hounds again and summon them to protect Ron who "almost lost his fighting ability", but saw him take out a few gems from his body.

The legacy of the Hailan Empire is generous, which gives Ron an endurance that ordinary wizards can't match. Even if his spells are used up, there are still magic items, right?

"How could I forget this?" Sylvia smiled and shook her head, "But please follow us closely, after all, the spells in the gems are dead and cannot cope with all situations."

The rats who were cheering and had not even caught their breath just now were broken through the last barrier in the blink of an eye, and then another group of plague gods rushed in with overwhelming force. When the last resistance of the only two remaining rat alchemists turned into bubbles under the grip of Canglan, the rest of the rats could not even organize any decent defense.

"Hey! Look, they even set up the pot!" After the short raid, Sera, who was cleaning the battlefield, saw a big pot in the corner at a glance. The water in it had boiled, and besides the flesh and blood of unknown creatures, there was also a small amount of salty moss.

"It's ready for us to be put into the pot!" Driver pulled the arrow out of a ratman's head and threw it aside in disgust, "Alas, since I used that strong acid gem to enchant the bow, the arrows have become less and less resistant to use."

"How can ordinary bows and arrows resist strong acid corrosion? Can you be more realistic?" Ivy said casually, walking to a giant platform that was obviously formed by artificial polishing, "Come and take a look at this, what is this?"

"It looks like it's for praying. Who is the god that the ratmen believe in?" Ron walked over and turned to look at Victoria, "What kind of sacrificial activities require such a large platform?"

The size of ratmen is not much different from that of humans, and they are not a giant race. What kind of religious ceremony requires a stone platform with a length and width of six meters?

"Looking at the old blood stains on it, it's probably a living sacrifice, although the size still doesn't match," Victoria looked at the dirty platform with some disdain, "There are not many gods worshipped by beastmen, and even fewer ratmen. You've stumped me."

"But you don't have to be depressed..." The priest lifted his clothes, stood on the platform, walked a few steps inside and leaned down, "The mechanism here has traces of magic. If they don't believe in a certain god, but follow some powerful creatures, the two sides are likely to communicate through this."

"But how to activate it?" Ron walked over, "You can't kill a living sacrifice first, right?"

"Have we already done this step?" Sera picked up a ratman corpse that looked quite noble in his attire, waved his arm and threw it over. The ratman's blood quickly made the platform react. Victoria quickly pulled Ron down and waited for the subsequent development of the situation.

A phantom soon appeared in front of everyone. It was so tall, with bright red copper scales, and its wings were so... red copper scales? !

"You guys..." Phantom seemed to have her own thoughts. Her huge dragon head lowered down and looked at Ron and others in confusion. "You don't look like elves."

"You don't look like the god of the ratmen," Ron hesitated, "I never knew that the ratmen liked dragons as much as the kobolds."

"Of course the dragons are liked by all races!" The phantom of the copper dragon made a shrill female voice, "Well, actually they are not my admirers, but they were forced on me by my master."

"So I won't be angry even if you kill them all, but I have to ask: Are those kobolds still alive and well?"

"Kobolds?" Ron was slightly stunned, "We didn't see any kobolds when we came..."

Wait...kobolds, caves full of unknown holes, copper dragons?

"I want to ask, is there another green dragon in your neighborhood?"

"Oh? Are you talking about Oni? Orson Muniper?" Ron's topic immediately aroused the interest of the copper dragon phantom, "Do you know him? He is a good gardener! Tell me how he is now?"

"Since those nasty elves came, my real body left in fear, leaving only this phantom and the ratman to hide and continue to complete the master's task. I remember I should have left him a letter, he should have received it and left..."

The phantom of the copper dragon was lifelike, just like a real dragon. She watched the facial expressions of Ron and others, and her tone became a little worried:

"Well... I guess Mr. Gardener didn't choose to leave and didn't live very well, right?"