Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Kill first...who?

As soon as Kolzim said this, not to mention Ron and others were dumbfounded, even everyone was dumbfounded.

What kind of brain circuit is this?

"You idiots!" Korzim waved the sword in his hand angrily, pointing at Ron and others, "We can't compete with the orcs head-on now. If we don't kill them first, will we let the cracked teeth and these guys be left alone for a while? Convergence and attack?”

Only then did the men and horses, who had just woken up from their dreams, react. Some of them immediately drew their bows and arrows, and prepared to attack Ron and the others.

However, this did not happen in the end. Just when Ron was watching a man and horse aiming at him, a thick spear with a cold killing intent broke through the wind from the dense forest on his side and behind him, and instantly penetrated The head of that centaur!

Immediately after, a group of creatures with low foreheads, pig-like faces, and long ivory-like tusks on their lower jaws rushed out of the forest howling. These orcs who were used to bowing forward were some. The organization was disciplined and there were a large number of them. Under the command of a priest who looked like a priest, almost thirty or forty orcs surrounded Ron and others, looking maliciously at the two groups who were about to merge.

"Damn it, it's just like what I said!" Korzim looked at the leading orc priest angrily, "You old witch, in order to drive us all away, you actually cooperate with humans!"

The orc priest was stunned for a moment, and then when she saw Ron and others, a sinister smile appeared on her weathered face: "Kolzim, your brain was indeed kicked by Brother Min, and the sequelae have always been there. continues to this day.”

"But it doesn't matter, boys, kill them all! The only ones who can get out of here alive are Gruumsh's warriors!"

"Line up to meet the enemy!" At this point, Zandia couldn't care too much. The young leader of the centaurs tightened his spear and rushed towards the orcs' siege. The other centaurs were also caught by her. Inspired by their bravery, they all joined the battle.

Kolzim glanced at Ron coldly, but now the orcs of the Split Tooth Tribe were obviously a greater threat than those he identified as "leading the way", so he had to temporarily give up targeting Ron and others. people's plans.

But the orcs didn't care so much. The instruction they received was "Only the orcs can leave alive." Therefore, several strong orcs rushed towards Ron while waving weapons while other tribesmen were fighting with the people and horses.

In this kind of terrain and distance, the most deadly charge of the men and horses is impossible to carry out. Although they are physically stronger than the orcs, but with their more flexible body structure, the orcs can completely stand up in a one-on-one situation without falling behind. wind. Therefore, the humans and horses quickly fell into a hard fight, and the orcs even had the strength to attack Ron.

"Ha! Now I know where the wounds on the centaur body came from!"

Sera swung her sword and chopped down an orc. The other party's companion tried to sneak up on Sera from behind, but the barbarian gave way to half of her body. Taking advantage of the gap between the weapon in the opponent's hand and the weapon in his hand, he grabbed it and held it hostage. armpit.

"It's this kind of double-headed axe! That centaur must have been disemboweled in order to avoid the attack on one side and ignore the threat on the other side!" Sera used her inertia to bring up the Canglan Grip with one hand, and wielded a heavy Wherever the sword touched, no orcs dared to strike. Only the orc caught under Sera's arm was still trying to struggle out of control.

"Be honest with me!" the barbarian shouted violently, and as her muscular arms suddenly closed, Ron seemed to vaguely hear the sound of bones breaking.

The ferocious orc just now turned into a tattered rag doll in an instant, and was thrown to the ground by Sera.

"Who else?!" The barbarian raised the Canglan Grip in his hand and let out a war cry even wilder than the orcs. For a moment, no orc dared to come within three meters of her.

"Canglan...Ruseke..." The old orc priestess never joined the battle. She just stood behind with a cane and monitored the situation on the field. When Sera scared off the orcs in the tribe, the old orc turned his face and stared at the giant sword in Sera's hand with his cloudy eyes hidden under his drooping eyelids.

If she read it correctly, this sword should have been produced by a powerful orc tribe. If placed in the Split Tooth tribe, it could be regarded as a treasure handed down from generation to generation. Why would it appear in the hands of a human barbarian? superior?

The orc priest made a decision almost immediately. She raised her crutch and started to light up the tip of her spiritual light, pointing at Sera's back when no one was paying attention to her. The life and death of those men and horses can now be put aside. Obtaining this giant sword is the first priority!

"Spell..." The withered and withered mouth opened and closed like a chrysanthemum. The priest believed that this burly big man must be the most powerful one among this group of people. As long as she loses her fighting ability, the rest will just be left to chance. Just slaughtered meat. But just a second before her spell was about to take effect, five slender fingers pressed on her crutches.

The power of the curse passed away in an instant, and the priest opened her eyes as wide as she could in surprise, but the other person's face was like a cloud and mountain mist, and it was impossible to see its full face under the influence of magic.

"As an orc priest, you are the most useless one I have ever seen. You dare only to hide behind and curse your opponent." This uninvited guest, whose appearance could not be seen clearly but whose figure was most likely an elf, was suspended in the air and mocked the priest in the orc language. "Do you know? The existence of creatures like you is the reason why most races have evolved middle fingers."

The priest struggled to pull out the crutches from the other party's hand, and took the opportunity to ask questions to start casting spells, but the other party was completely unimpressed. No matter what kind of spells the orc priest tried to use, this elf could always eliminate them in the most understated way.

"Where are the guards? My guards!" The priest shouted hurriedly when he found that the power he was proud of for most of his life suddenly lost its effect. Several orcs who were fighting with the centaurs immediately jumped out of the battle circle and rushed towards the elves waving their weapons, intending to protect the priest. But without exception, these orcs only rushed a few steps and then froze in place. They seemed to be petrified, but they did not turn into stone, and their eyes could still move normally.

"What are you idiots doing?! You--" The orc priest who was about to scold these inexplicable tribesmen froze in place in astonishment. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but just a moment ago, the light in this open space seemed to dim for a moment.

When the light was restored, she finally understood why these guards could not move: a winding thorn chain was wrapped around the limbs and necks of each of them, and one end of it was held in the hand of a pale elf. The priest raised his crutches to try to resist, but he only felt a chill on his neck. The unknown length of the thorn chain was wrapped around his neck without knowing when!

"I advise you not to act rashly," the pale elf put his head close to the priest's ear and whispered, "Or, you old woman also want to dance with me?"