Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

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Zandia narrowed her eyes. Although the situation of these people is a bit miserable now, it is not something that anyone can provoke-at least not the goblins!

Do these dirty and ugly little things even dare to ride on their heads?

But speaking of dirty, Zandia couldn't help but look at the goblin carefully - this little guy was different from the goblins she had seen or heard about. Even in this swamp, it looked clean, except for the mud stains on its clothes and boots.

Such neatness is definitely very rare among goblins, even among bugbears and hobgoblins.

Of course Zandia would not know that in Ron, a team with a half-elf and a vampire, excessive messiness would never be allowed. Not to mention Drivedo, even Sera would be ordered to take a bath from time to time. Adhering to the idea of ​​"just because I took a bath, I have to give others a bath", it is impossible for Dryford, who doesn't like bathing, to escape Sera's clutches.

To Sera, the height and weight of the goblin were no different from those of a child. The most resistance Dreyverdo could have was to bite her hand. This kind of ineffective resistance naturally could not change the outcome: the goblin hunter was killed by a strong man. Sera pressed it on the wooden board and washed it clean.

The goblin also protested to others that "she was just rubbing her clothes," but the request for a substitution was rejected by others: as long as Drivedo was not prepared to take a bath himself, Sera would have to do it for him.

Sera enjoyed it, but the miserable goblin was forced to change his nature and start doing things on his own, so as not to lose a layer of skin on the washboard one day - this change of Dreyfudo made Sera really I have been depressed for a long time.

It is precisely because of this that Zantia, the current leader of the centaurs, was so surprised when she saw this clean goblin.

"Calm down, calm down!" Seeing the opponent's tense posture, Ron quickly raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions. "We are not here to fight. We can't be so nervous."

"Who are you?" Zandia did not relax her vigilance. After being hit repeatedly, she did not trust anyone. "A bandit here? A robber?"

"We will give you nothing but blood and death!"

"That's what I'm saying," Ivy snorted, "In today's fantasy land, you are the outsiders, understand? We are the official!"

Ron smiled and nodded, looking up at the centaurs who were several heads taller than him: "As my companion said, I am the lord of Delusion Land, so I should be the one to ask what you just said: Who are you guys? "

"You said you are just you?" A majestic horse behind Zandia laughed sarcastically: "I also said I came from the Fairy Wilderness!"

"Do you have any evidence?" Zandia glared at the tribesmen and turned to look at Ron, "We came from the Gobi and have never heard of any lord here."

"Coming from the Gobi? Have you passed by Fromm Town?" Ron asked curiously, "Mayor Victor didn't say anything about this? I was appointed by him."

"But that's right. After all, you have seen that this place has not been fully developed yet, and I have not held any ceremonies such as the inauguration ceremony. It is normal for him not to tell you."

In this world, the effectiveness of law is no higher than traditional effectiveness: if one force actually controls a certain area, others simply relying on documents such as letters of attorney are not enough to gain recognition and support.

"So, the fat man did mention that there is someone here who can take us in. Could it be you?" Zandia looked Ron up and down again, "We saw trading posts and villages on the way here. , but the enemy is chasing our tribe, so we don’t dare to get close.”

"Then I want to thank you first for not involving my territory in disputes," Ron nodded at the other party, "These days we have visited the city-states in the south and are not in the territory. If our acting friends are unfortunate enough to be I will be very sorry if the war spreads.”

Zandia couldn't guess what this human meant by "regret": concern for the people of his territory? Or do we have to fight with them as a last resort?

He looked about the same age as himself, and the Centaur leader guessed it was the former - after all, he had a friendly smile.

Centaurs are relatively sensitive to the emotional changes of other creatures. After confirming that the other party is really not hostile, most of them put away their weapons.

Except for the man who made the mocking comment just now.

"Zantia, you can't believe them - didn't you listen to this human? He has something to do with that smiling tiger Victor!" The centaur turned to Zandia seriously, "We still don't know, Fromm Town What kind of decision did the Splittusk tribe play in their sneak attack on us?"

"They are most likely accomplices, and so are these people!"

"Uncle Kolzim, do I think you are overly nervous?" Zandia frowned, "Although Victor rejected us, he also colluded with the bandits of the Split Tooth tribe for the good of his own town?"

"The Split Fang tribe you are talking about is not an orc tribe in the Gobi Desert, right?" Victoria suddenly said, "I have served as Mayor Victor's guard for many years, and I can guarantee you that he will never have anything to do with orcs. colluded with.”

"The orcs in the Gobi Desert are so barbaric that even other orcs despise them."

"That's true..." Zandia nodded, "Uncle Kolzim, you see, they also said the same, and they shouldn't be colluding with the Split Tooth Tribe."

"Furthermore, if they are really colluding with the orcs, now that this group of people has found us, can the Split Tooth Tribe still be far away..."

Before Zandia could say her last words in a questioning tone, the strong stench and bloody smell followed the wind and entered the nostrils of the centaurs and Ron's team like a cavalry charge. Following closely behind, It was extremely noisy footsteps, voices and shouts of death!

"The Cracktusk Tribe! It's those orcs!"

Zandia's expression suddenly changed, and the other tribesmen also panicked. Although they barely rallied under Zandia's command, even Ron could see that they were just pretending to be calm. .

"They are close enough to us to smell it!" a man and horse shouted in panic, "What should we do? We can't beat them!"

"Then we have no choice but to fight them!" The centaur known as Kolzim shouted loudly, while glaring fiercely at Ron and others, "Zandia, don't say that I didn't warn you as your uncle! "

"How can there be such a coincidence in this world? Now it is certain that they are the ones who led the orcs here!"

"Then...then what should we do now?" Under the unexpected situation, Zandia was almost at a loss. "Uncle Kolzim, I, I need your help!"

"Don't worry, niece, leave the rest to me," Korzim smiled confidently, "Your father entrusted you to me before his death just to deal with this situation!"

The majestic centaur man held a long sword and a round shield, and the horse raised its front hooves: "Warriors, follow me and kill these guys who colluded with the orcs first, as a warning to others!"