Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Goblin?!"

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When Victoria saw more than a dozen wolves galloping over, with two or three short humanoids lying on each one, her face changed a little.

"How could there be so many? Could it be that there is a goblin's nest nearby!"

"Don't panic, we are all family members," Ron patted her shoulder, "at least for now."

"It's not realistic for us to explore the entire fantasy land with just a few of us, isn't it?"

"So you're allying with the goblins? Oh my God," Victoria sighed, "They are not reliable at all. Has no one ever told you..."

The pastor's voice stopped abruptly with a louder howl.

At the end of the field of vision, a giant beast that was several times larger than an ordinary wolf galloped over, with a full set of protective gear and saddle on its back, and a big goblin sitting on it, holding a spear in his hand.

It was Kalade.

"The hobgoblin and his wolf!" Victoria's vigilance and hostility became stronger, "Ron, the 'ally' you chose is really dangerous. You——"

"Thank you for the compliment," Karad urged the wolf to rush to the front of several people like the wind, "Drivedo said you found a good place for us?"

"No man's land, rich in resources, and dangerous environment," Ron nodded, "Where are the other goblins?"

"We had to kill some mounts these days, so they had to walk," Karad said, nodded to Ivy, and his eyes fell on Victoria, "Who is this woman?"

"I am..."

"She is from a nearby town, which is troubled by refugees from surrounding villages, so it decided to open up new territory..." Ron briefly described the situation in Fromm Town.

"Well, that means the mayor is not very interested in the land of delusion," the hobgoblin grinned, "Very good, then she can survive, and so can the refugees."

"The premise is that there are really sufficient resources there."

The history and culture of the hobgoblins is a history and culture of continuous conquest and expansion. Under normal circumstances, Kalade would never turn a blind eye to the surrounding towns and refugees. In his eyes, other races, including his cousin goblins, are all slaves and cannon fodder.

But now the situation is special. His army has almost reached the point of exhaustion. Survival is the top priority, and other things must and can only be considered later.

"My lord has no interest in the new territory, but this does not mean that he will like to have another hobgoblin warlord as a neighbor..." Victoria muttered, but at this point, she did not make more radical moves.

Whether it is out of loyalty to the two leaders Victor and Ron, or out of her piety to Heim, on the basis of the preliminary consensus reached by both parties, she will not show hostility to the other party-even the goblins.

Heim strives to stay alert, clear-headed, and keep his promise. Victoria decided to follow the teachings of her god: continue to follow Ron, but always remain highly vigilant.

"Very good, it seems that we will cooperate happily." Ron smiled at her. People in the lawful neutral camp are indeed good companions. They may complain and question, but this will not affect their performance of their duties.

"To be honest, I didn't even have much hope, but you actually kept your promise." On the way, Karad rode the wolf slowly beside Ron, "You made me look at you with new eyes, human."

"Too many races disdain us. They don't trust us, so they take our betrayal for granted-they firmly believe that we will do the same thing."

"You made me lose a meal." The wolf under Karad's crotch breathed white air to express his dissatisfaction. This large monster is obviously the best of its kind and can speak the common language.

"Maybe there are too many of your kind who do this." Ron glanced at the other party. This is not a victim-blaming theory. What he has seen and heard in his two lives does not give a good evaluation of goblins.

"Really?" Karad pretended to be surprised, "Have you seen many goblins? Or is it her, or her?"

Karad pointed at Ivy and Victoria one after another, and the two of them snorted coldly from their noses at the same time.

"Whether it is elves or humans, your stories are circulated," Ivy whispered, "and in those stories, goblins are usually not positive characters."

Not to mention goblins.

"But I released you from prison, gave you a way out, and allowed you to leave our base," Karad laughed, "but you don't seem to have changed your mind."

"No, I still changed, and the fact that I am still here is the best proof."

It can only be said that the relationship between goblins and other races is really too bad, so keeping promises has become a proof of friendship.

On the way, Ron and Victoria chose a route that bypassed the town of Fromm to avoid being seen with goblins - others might not be willing to listen to Ron's explanation.

The journey to the outskirts of the Delusion Land lasted about four days, and the goblin wolf riders who were outposts were a little faster.

"The air is getting humid." Kalade licked his cracked lips, his eyes showing excitement. He looked up at the sky, and patches of cumulonimbus clouds gathered in the sky not far away.

"It's going to rain." Victoria murmured.

Not only these goblins, Fromm Town has not seen precipitation for a long time.

"This is the land of delusion... It seems we have come to the right place." Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

These days, their drinking water is basically supplied by Victoria, but although the water-making spell is easy to use, it takes up precious spellcasting resources. Especially according to Victoria herself, she does not have as much power as Bunny and cannot cast more advanced divine spells.

These days, the priests are basically used as warriors-although there are a large number of goblins accompanying them, they don't really need them to hunt.

"What do you say now?" Karad sat high and looked at the terrain in front. "There is a col on the left hand side in front. I don't know your habits: Is it a suitable place to build a base?"

In the past few days, Ron and the goblin reached another agreement: the goblins helped them build an outpost to get in touch with the town of Fromm, and Ron was responsible for persuading the refugees and townspeople and merchants who came to live in peace with the goblins and provide Karad and his team with trade.

"Of course you can, but we still have to go deeper. After all, we have to ask for stones and wood from the land." Ron made a suggestion after a brief exchange with the wolf cavalry who had returned from the front.