Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"I think the main question is: Who would want a fireball scroll that's triggered by heat?"

After listening to Ron's explanation, not to mention the three masters and apprentices of Elden, even Sylvia was a little confused: "With this kind of scroll, the fireball may explode in your hand before you can throw it out. ——Is the protective flame wholesale or something?”

"In the past, during the war years, some lords tried to stick scrolls with similar triggering methods on boulders, and used trebuchets or air troops to bomb enemy positions or city walls to reduce the burden on the mage army," Elden said melancholy He rubbed his face, "But those are all tactical weapons, and they were eliminated after less than a hundred years of use."

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"After all, trebuchets are inconvenient to move, and air troops are too expensive. The scrolls themselves are not easy to store. In wars, we often injure the enemy a thousand times and lose a thousand ourselves. In the end, most of the forces have reached a consensus: it is better to suffer a little longer. Spellcaster." Seeing that the dean had no intention of further explanation, Gordon shrugged and added.

"But these problems are...not so fatal in your case." Elden felt that the hair on his head seemed to have become shiny and colorful again, "You are using a bow, not a crossbow, and there is a gap for loading ammunition. It's so short that it's hard for your opponent to take advantage of it and explode your arrows before they're released, especially if you have a quiver with a dimensional pouch attached."

"The only drawback is that the cost of arrows like yours is bound to be high, and the timing of using them is also quite harsh, unless you are prepared to let your companions die every time you release an arrow."

"There will always be opportunities, and as my understanding of arcana becomes deeper, there will only be more and more such opportunities," Ron smiled, "But you did hit the point first: you want to Making such an arrow depends not only on strength but also on luck. As long as one of the participants makes a mistake, they will have to start over.”

"Probably, isn't it?" Victoria said, "At least the alchemy potions and scrolls in you..."

"It's not that easy." Ron carefully reassembled the arrow in his hand and put it back into the quiver. "To meet the standards just now, the walls of the alchemy potion container must be thin enough, and the writing on the scroll must be small and Delicate, as you just saw, their size - once they are placed in the groove, the next time they are 'taken out' must be the moment of explosion, any attempt on them other than that will destroy them cause failure."

Ron looked at everyone who was gradually becoming silent, and gradually stopped smiling: "I know what you are thinking: it is unstable, has poor reproducibility and is expensive. It is not an achievement worth boasting about. It is far from enough. ”

"But you don't have to worry too much. Just like the spell model I'm studying, I believe it still has room for improvement. I think I should be able to-"

"Shh! Shhhhhhh-"

Sera interrupted Ron's desire for expression without politeness: "Ron, sister Sera, please don't use your thinking to speculate on our thoughts, okay?"

"Not enough?! You actually think it's not enough?!" Sera blushed, "What are you doing, shooting a fireball with one arrow?! You think this is not enough! Are you crazy? We don't have one here. That’s enough!”

"What else do you want!"

The barbarian kicked Elden, who was squatting on the ground, covering his face and thinking: "I'm telling you, say something! Don't you think this thing is 'not enough'?"

"You can kick me to death if you hit harder, you know? Do you know how old I am!" Elden glared at Sera angrily, and then looked at Ron, the old dean said Another sigh came out, "Is that enough... You can consider changing to a Yuan Yin arrowhead next. I saw the bracelet on your wrist."

"Seriously, do you want to consider not becoming Lord Laushizi at all? I'm still a bit of a loser. I can write a letter of recommendation and suggest that you go to a better college to further your studies."

"I have no doubt about your ability. After all, what you have now is enough for you to graduate from any college in the world. If you work harder, you can even stay and teach."

"Delusionally, what's so good about this place? If you have no future here, come with me! I can help you and give you better things that you deserve and deserve more!"

When Elden said these words, his eyes were sincere and without a trace of distracting thoughts. Ron had no doubt that this dwarf, who had not yet escaped the influence of fading disease, would definitely not be mixed up when he said the above words. without any selfish motives.

After all, even if Ron really followed his advice, he wouldn't give him a chance.

"But I think you also know that this is impossible." Ron smiled and rejected Elden's proposal. "My friends are all here. The so-called 'should have more', I think I have Got it.”

"As for the other reason, I have no intention of continuing to enter the academy."

It's better to have a moderation in everything. His years in the academy are not short. Do it again? Ron was grateful for this.

The "Ivory Tower" is like a besieged city. When there are sufficient resources inside, those outside want to get in and those inside want to get out; but when the conditions inside get worse, those inside want to get out, and those outside are scared to see it!

However, it was naturally impossible for Ron to express his inner thoughts to Elden, so when heard from an outsider's mouth, his humble words took on another meaning.

"Hehehehe! Old dwarf, you can't even think of trying to persuade people away from their delusions. This is impossible!" A hoarse female voice came from nowhere, "This is a cursed land. , everyone wants to be a gambler and want to find everything they want here!”

"But there is nothing here, only conspiracy, only death! But no one will listen! They all think they are the most special one!"

"The kingdom was like this, the elf was like this, and so is he! He deserves to die here. This is his fate!"

The voice smiled arrogantly and had no intention of hiding its position. Ron and the others followed the sound and knocked on a secret door wrapped in tree roots, and walked into a secret room. There, with the light of the eternal flame, Ron and the others saw clearly the "thing" that spoke.

It, or she, was soaked in a jar like a pickled cucumber, with no head or dough, only a pair of eyeballs connected with nerves and two chattering mouths, which opened and closed in the jar, making loud noises. The mocking shouts did not stop until Ron and the others found this place.

"Are you..." Ron picked up the jar with some uncertainty and shook it violently up and down. The contents inside collided with the wall of the container, making a "clang" sound, "Could you be -"

"Polly! Rotten Polly!" The mouth spoke again, "I am so touched, dear Lord, that you can still remember a humble hag!"

"Whether you came here to save me or not, can I ask you to do me a small favor? Just open the jar. My stupid mother has hoarded enough materials here, and I should be able to regain my freedom!"

"But I also know that there is actually no friendship between us. If my kind lord is not willing to show mercy to an old woman, just kill me!"

"Please stop shaking this jar. I'm imprisoned here and I can't survive. I really can't bear the pain anymore..."