Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

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After all, Gilenis Gallanold is the chief mage of the Hyland Empire, and her strength is not only reflected in combat.

But two hours later, on the screen she projected, a small team of men and horses taking a nap in the swamp clearing was clearly visible, and judging from their appearance, they were completely unaware of their whereabouts being exposed.

"They should be them," Sera stood aside with her arms folded and looked at the picture carefully. "Did you see the leather on their bodies? They look very different from the ones on the corpse."

"And to be honest, there probably won't be another group of people in Paranoia."

"Is it possible that the corpse was left behind by two groups of people who were angry with each other?" Ivy asked, "After all, they are nomadic..."

Sera shook her head disapprovingly: "Ivy, no matter whether the lifestyle of the tribe is nomadic or fishing and hunting as you call it in the south, they always have to follow the most basic principle: go to a place where it is easier to live."

"In the dense forests and swamps of Delusion Land, let alone humans and horses, even humans and horses are unwilling to settle down. Why would they choose to move here and start fighting?"

"I still stick to my judgment: this group of people met other bandits on the way to migration and were driven here - Hey Elf, can your spell transmit sounds?"

Gilenis glanced at Sera displeasedly: "First of all, you should at least call me 'moon elf' instead of 'feeding elf'; secondly, that is another spell, if you want to hear them speak here , you should tell me in advance.”

"It's not too late to listen, but I think that instead of doing that, it's better for you to go and communicate in person."

However, Sera didn't really want to watch the surveillance here. Compared to this, she was more surprised that Gilenis actually had a way to transmit the sound here. In order to prevent these people from leaving at any time, Ron immediately asked everyone in the team to pack up their equipment and set off first. Quest, Seymour, Yelena and others followed Kalad's large army and slowly moved closer.

The physique, strength and agility of centaurs are not on the same level as those of humanoids. Seymour and others who do not have enough self-protection ability may break their muscles and fractures if they are not careful, which will increase the burden on Ivy and Victoria.

"Centrals and horses can almost be said to be almost humanoid monsters. Not only do they have the skills of humanoid creatures, but they also have monster-like postures - Sera, are you sure you can confront them head-on?" Sylvia looked at Sera on the way. La, asked jokingly.

"Of course! The weakest guy in my tribe could easily beat the snowy people to the ground!" Sera's words may be bragging, but it is rather a kind of confidence. "If it's true, If there is a conflict, I want to leave one alive to serve as my mount!”

"Centrals and horses are indeed excellent mounts - if you can really tame them," Gilenis flew in mid-air, not sparing her spells at all, "but I have to remind you: most of the centaurs and horses on this continent are They are used to being free and loose. If you want to ride them, you must first ensure that you will not be thrown off. "

"Ah, I see them, they look ready to go - you have to hurry up if you want to meet them."

Facts have proved that there is a big difference between having air units and not having them. Under the guidance of Gilenis, Ron and the others quickly found a position where they could strike first and temporarily hid.

Almost no one has been to the swamp here, and all kinds of vegetation are extremely lush. In the open space in the middle, a team of about twenty people and horses can be seen cleaning up the traces of the camp.

The ground here was muddy and slippery, and the men and horses were obviously not used to such road conditions. They had to be careful every step they took to ensure that they would not fall or get stuck in the mud, which made their cleaning work very slow.

It was obvious that they were indeed avoiding something. Ron could see that there were materials needed to start a fire in their luggage, but there were no traces of campfires or torches in the camp. Apparently they were afraid that the smoke would cause trouble.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" A female centaur held a copper spear and commanded the other tribesmen. She had more decorations on her body and was more gorgeous than the other centaurs. She should be their leader, "We are here We’ve been resting here for three whole days, so if you don’t want to be targeted by those orcs again, you should be quick!”

Zandia swung her ponytail in frustration. She led her tribe to this notorious swamp out of necessity - the fat human from Fromm Town actually refused to take them in! And that’s after seeing the generous gifts they sent!

That was a leather product accumulated by the tribe over the years. It was so exquisitely made that even the desperadoes in the Gobi couldn't refuse it! In the end, Victor was only willing to buy it, and he also wanted them to leave immediately? !

What makes Ma even more irritated is that their tribe's mortal enemy, the group of orcs from the Split Tooth Tribe, actually "happened" to migrate here too! This group of barbaric fools actually raided the camp while she was negotiating with the mayor, took away almost all their water sources, and even killed many tribesmen!

Zandia's thin and resolute face revealed a trace of panic when no one was paying attention: When her father handed the tribe over to her, she never said she would encounter such a situation!

A cold wind blew through the gaps between the dense forests and into the open space where the centaurs were. This was a very normal phenomenon, but Zandia suddenly woke up from her review.

Smell, a strange smell!

She quickly turned the upper body of the human figure to a certain direction - the direction where Ron and the others were - and raised the bronze spear in her hand and shouted; "Who is there?! Get out!"

As soon as this was said, all the centaurs were immediately alarmed. They hurriedly put down their work, took out their weapons and formed a formation. Except for a small centaur who accidentally fell on the mud because of panic, the nerves of the entire tribe were tense to the extreme, waiting for the upcoming risks.

However, accompanied by the sound of the bushes shaking, when she saw the source of the stranger's smell, Zandia's eyebrows were raised involuntarily.

This was a team of seven people, and the main members were almost all humans, not the ugly orcs of the Broken Tooth Tribe - in addition, she even saw two elves and, a goblin?

"I told you guys a long time ago, but no one listened to me!" The goblin was yelling, and even Zandia felt that the sound was very noisy here, "You have all been bewitched by the elves!"

"This is the upwind side, squatting here, how can it not be discovered by the prey? Huh?!"