Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"You..." The priest began to sweat on her forehead, as if she was still under the scorching sun in the Gobi Desert.

The reason for her fear was not just the two elves of unknown origin but who easily controlled her, but also what she saw at the corner of her eye.

In the peripheral vision, bursts of smoke and dust were rising from the depths of the jungle. A huge, weird-looking chariot plowed all the bumps in front with its horns. Above this fleshless monster, an invisible figure could be seen. The handsome but fully armed figure sat motionless, with the shining halberd placed across his lap.

Which force is this? The orc priest of the Split Tooth Tribe has begun to regret chasing the centaurs into the land of delusion. He will suffer the consequences if he doesn't listen to the old man. This sentence applies not only to young people, but also to old guys like her who are half buried in the earth!

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There are thirty or forty orcs. In the Gobi Desert, all the residents can close their doors for fear of being avoided. However, in this strange swamp, there are actually two groups of forces that can easily control them - it is simply evil. Got it!

This later force was more well-trained than the orcs of the Splittusk tribe. Countless goblins waved their weapons and divided the battlefield under the command of several bugbears. Among them, some goblins appeared in pairs, holding ropes and hooks. Whether they were orcs or horses, they all tripped and tied them up. If they showed any signs of resistance, the bright hooks would hit their shoulder blades hard.

"Hobgoblin! Why are there still hobgoblins here?!" Among the troops, Kolzim struggled the most vigorously. Even though two hooks penetrated his shoulder blades, this guy was still covered in blood trying to Breaking free from the restraints, "Zantia, look at the good road you pointed out!"

"Uncle Kolzim, just calm down for a while..." Zandia looked at this uncle speechlessly. After realizing that her side was completely unable to resist the torrent of goblins, she and the other tribesmen surrendered smoothly. However, they were allowed to be tied up by the goblins, so they were not seriously injured.

There were just a few unlucky ones who got into trouble with the orcs and were regarded as die-hards by the goblins and had one shoulder blade on them.

"Hey! Why don't you guys tie them up too?!" The chaotic situation just now suddenly became clear with Karad's intervention, but this was not necessarily a good thing - several people were pinned in the mud. The orcs were quite dissatisfied when they found out that Ron and the others did not enjoy equal treatment, "Why do you goblins only tie us up!"

"Just because you talk so much nonsense!" The orc priest glared at his tribe, then rolled his eyes and looked at Ron who was walking towards him, "Hey, you, you are the leader of all of them, am I right? ?”

The two elves have already stood over, and the guy on the chariot has come down to salute him. Is it necessary to say who has the final say here now?

"Ron, we're late," the hobgoblin warlord glanced sideways at the orc priest, and suddenly kicked her to the ground with a flying kick. "I don't like the look in this old witch's eyes."

"It always seems like you roll your eyes and look at people, right?" Ron smiled and glanced at the priest. He could see clearly just now that this guy wanted to pull a black hand on Ser. "If you don't like it, just kill it. I'll kill it." Right."

"What nonsense did you tell me about 'preferential treatment of prisoners of war' and 'what kind of convention' or something like that?" Kalad was a little curious about Ron's attitude, but he didn't intend to go into details. He turned his halberd upside down and prepared to strike.

"Can robbers be considered prisoners of war? I don't know," Ron shrugged. "They caused a bloody mess in my territory. For the sake of a peaceful life in the future, it's better to kill them neatly."

"No, don't kill me!" Seeing Kalad's halberd blade getting closer and closer to him, the orc priest screamed, "Are you the lord here? We have no intention of offending you. This is all a misunderstanding. !”

"You may not know something in the south. During this time, the weather in the north has been getting colder and colder. Food, water, and other resources are very scarce. Tribes living in the Gobi are forced to migrate for livelihood. We, the Split Tooth Tribe, and these people all chose to go south, originally hoping to settle near the town of Frome.”

"But their situation is just as difficult over there, right." Ron nodded and motioned for Karad to let her continue.

"This is, they have experienced a drought before. Although it has eased now, the mayor is still unwilling to accept outsiders like us," the orc priest suddenly changed his tone and said angrily, "Old lady, I am changing the common language because of the He was very skilled, so he was entrusted by the leader with the important task of further negotiating with the mayor, but he never expected it!"

She looked at the men and horses: "These monsters, neither humans nor horses, raided our camp and brutally killed our leader in order to compete for water and food!"

"The Split Tooth Tribe must take revenge, so we have launched a hunt for them, but we don't want to offend you!"

"Nonsense!" Zandia and the others were so angry at the sophistry of the orc priests, "Lord, you must not believe their words! Their leader clearly wanted to attack us but failed, but was defeated by us instead. Kill them!"

"So, our poor leader was indeed killed by you?"

"What's the result?" While the orcs and centaurs were performing oral gymnastics crazily, Ron walked to Victoria. The priest had quietly launched the field of honesty from just now, "The spell can reflect what they said. Is it true or false?”

"Unfortunately," Victoria shook her head gently, "The Realm of Honesty shows...what both groups said is true."

"The only exception is the man named Korzm, but I suspect it's because he used a lot of swear words."

"If that's the case, forget it. I don't have time to judge these outsiders." The spell had no conclusion, and Ron had no more patience for them. "Let's do this, Karad, escort them all back to the trading post first, and then spend some time to ask the residents. Those who damaged items in these two tribes will pay according to the price, and those who killed or injured people will pay with their lives."

"After the investigation, drive them all out of the territory-since they want to migrate to the south, send them out from the south. As for their grievances, I don't care."

"I understand." Karad nodded and sneered at the two groups of prisoners.

"Wait, you mean, that trading post is also yours?" The orc priest was stunned for a few seconds, and asked tremblingly, "Is there a dwarf named Rurik and a girl named Annie there?"

"What?" Ron's face changed, and he took two steps forward and grabbed the priest's collar, "You'd better not tell me that you attacked there."

"I will send you to the nine levels of hell, I swear I can do it."

"No, not us," said the priest who was almost suffocated by Ron, "We were treated well by the dwarves there, how could we repay kindness with enmity... But after we left, it was those people, they went back to kill us again!"