Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

In Ron's territory right now, the most versatile ones are the Questers. In order to smoothly integrate into the society of other races, these creatures have more or less skills in various arts or handicraft fields. After years of immersion, the matter of the black dragon baby dragon statue naturally fell on their heads.

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"The kobold canyon is not close to their village. Before the sculpture was completed, they had to live with the kobolds." Quest always appeared from unexpected shadows, and this time was no exception. " But the rewards you and the kobolds gave are generous, and they don’t have too many complaints.”

"They're mainly worried that if their employer isn't satisfied with the finished product, they might eat them alive."

"Unless the craftsmen carved him to look like a Bogmaw, I can't think of any other possibility."

But at least today, those shapeshifting craftsmen don't have to worry about being used by the black dragon to feed themselves. When Ron led a few people to the black dragon's lair outside the town, Axuri was lying at the door of the house like a black panther, lazily Basking in the sun.

"Hi, Ron." Hearing the unconcealed footsteps, the young black dragon opened a slit on one side of his eyelids. After confirming Ron's presence, he opened his mouth wide and closed it again after yawning. Eyes closed, "Why isn't Ivy here?"

"There is no combat mission, she went to study spices," Ron told a little lie, not saying that the half-elf warrior was worried that the black dragon would capture her and make her a cook. "It's the morning now, do you plan to keep basking in the sun like this?"

"After Master Jinlong left, the master became more and more lazy," You's translucent figure loomed at the entrance of the cave. As you delusionally "resolved the misunderstanding" with Carolina, the unlucky slave trader was naturally let go. Going back, You had to return to the incorporeal state, "Lord, you must take responsibility..."

"Shut up, You," Heilong turned over so that the other side of himself could also be bathed in the sun. "It's time for me to grow. It's good to get more sun."

"You'll get moldy if you stay at home and read all day long."

"It sounds like you are more like a quilt than a dragon," Sylvia teased. "Annie said your tower is about to be repaired, but you can move it up so that you can study in the sun."

"What——" Black Dragon sat up in shock while dying of illness, "So soon?! I can't move there so quickly! My babies also have to..."

"I can help you move." Gilenis' sudden answer made Exuri dumbfounded. After knowing that the natural disaster that even he could observe at the trading post that day was the spell cast by this elf, he His awe for Gilenis was almost to the extreme, and he didn't even dare to refuse the moon elf's request for a slice of his horniness.

After all, even his teacher wouldn't be able to control a meteor explosion of that magnitude.

"I think the lectures can be held there in the future," Gilenis looked back at the unfinished tower not far away and thought for a moment, "The terrain is good and it is relatively far from the town. It will not be easy if there is an experimental accident. It affects ordinary people.”

The two students Ron and Sylvia naturally agreed with both hands. As for Axuri who was occupied by the dove? The young dragon became aggrieved and huddled in a ball, not even daring to protest angrily.

In Aiksuri's lair, with the arrival of Gilennis, the amethyst slate became as restless as the preface to the original weaving method. Gilennis even just threw the eclipse gem upwards. , the stone slab flew up into the air, and was caught in the correct groove. With a flash of light, a crossbow appeared in front of everyone.

Even domestic dogs are not so well trained!

"Is it because you are a pure-blood elf?" Constance looked at the amethyst slate that became still again in surprise, "Ivy and I need it when we use it..."

"I know, this has nothing to do with elven blood. The boy from the Ryan family has to press it on himself." Gilenis picked up the hand crossbow and checked the damage of the magic weapon. "I am its creator. Of course I have to leave a backdoor for myself.”

"There is basically no loss. It seems that the effect is quite good. It is a pity that the researcher who invented this preservation method did not wait until the Royal Academy of the Highland Empire issued him a patent."

"Isn't the elf's lifespan very long? How old is he?" Ron asked casually, looking at the crossbow in Gilennis' hand curiously.

"How old? He is still alive and is now teaching in the new Elf Kingdom." Gilenis raised her eyebrows. "I'm talking about the Royal Academy. The old stubborns there are either relatives of the Lane family or their loyal servants. When the empire fell, , they are also buried together, so naturally they will not grant him any more patents."

"Do you have anyone who is good at using crossbows? You can try this." The moon elf threw the hand crossbow to Ron. "It was produced by a researcher under me who won the runner-up in the innovation competition that year--the one who won the championship. The two-handed sword was presented to His Majesty the Emperor, and later I heard that it was broken in the battle at the palace, but I didn't see it with my own eyes."

"What's the name of this crossbow?" Ron took the crossbow. This lightweight weapon has a natural and smooth structure, with a blue-black background and wave patterns painted on both sides. When Ron tried to pull the crossbow string, he could feel his magic flowing down and pouring into the crossbow, condensing into a crossbow arrow composed entirely of magic.

"Siren Song," Gillianis introduced, "Its innovative point is that the caster does not need to synchronize magic to use it, and does not need to carry real crossbows. It is a good self-defense choice for casters who are exhausted of spells."

"Of course you can also choose to fill physical ammunition, but no matter which one, the time required to reload the crossbow is necessary."

"Then why is it called Siren Song?" Ron fiddled with the new toy in his hand curiously. The feel of this hand crossbow was too comfortable to let go. He aimed the crossbow at the empty wall on one side, "Is it okay for me to test fire one shot? I remember that the lethality of the hand crossbow is not great, and the range is limited."

"It can be, but I suggest you better--" Gillianis's voice was not finished, and Ron pulled the trigger first. The piercing magic scream instantly swept the entire cave. The two mimics hiding in the corner had no time to react. The two monsters who were dizzy from the bombing were forced to show their original forms and bumped around aimlessly, looking for a possible exit to escape from the nest.

You and the others beside him were also affected. The whistling sound, which was no less than the devil's sound that penetrated the brain, not only tore the spirit body out of shape, but also almost pierced the eardrums of everyone except Ron!

Even Ron himself found the feeling of the New Year before. After shooting the arrow, he felt his head buzzing and couldn't recover for a while.

"Do you understand now?" Gillianis is worthy of being a great wizard. She doesn't seem to be affected at all. "As you said, the crossbow's lethality and range are very limited. To make up for this, he allows this crossbow to release the "Song of Temptation" that fascinates the audience, the "Discordant Tune" that scares the listeners, and the "Elegy of the Dead" that controls the undead creatures three times a day. See the bottom of the crossbow? You'd better press the cat's eye stone, otherwise it will be like before."

"This is an emergency button. When the user is in danger and has no time to actively guide the tune, it will be pressed every time. When shooting, the default setting is to cast discordant to drive away the enemy - we all suggested that he turn this setting off, but he obviously turned a deaf ear to my words. "

"I suspect he has become deafened by the sirens' song!" Sylvia covered her ears and shook, protesting at the top of her voice, "What kind of innovation competition is this? It's really harmful to people!"

"How can this be the runner-up? !"

"After all, it's an innovation. It's rare that my researchers have the same brain circuit as the dwarfs," the elf wizard spread his hands, "and after all, he also designed a switch, I think it still has practical value."