Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Victoria was soon called over. When the priest arrived, Ron and Gillianis had already given Pelgrand preliminary first aid, so the priest managed to save Pelgrand's life with little effort. When the priest opened his eyes again, she saw Gillianis's flawless face, as beautiful as jade, and warm air was enveloping her whole body.

"I heard... you will feel warm before freezing to death," Perglan laughed from his throat, "Am I at this stage... Angels, come and pick me up."

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"Lord, I have failed you..."

"You'd better wake up, otherwise you will fail us before you fail your Lord," a baritone that sounded extremely familiar and even kind sounded in her ears, "Priest Perglan, Sera did not bring you back for you to see the angels."

"That's hard to say," another rough female voice immediately retorted, "If she really fought the abyss, she would definitely be able to go to Valhalla. The Valkyrie who leads the heroic spirits should at least be considered an angel, right?"

Okay, now Perglan knows exactly where she is - Tyr doesn't seem to need her service, she was rescued by the lord of the delusion land!

Pergrande sat up with all her might, and Victoria and Sera's strong arms supported her, so that she would not be completely unable to move: "Sir Ron? Is it really you?"

"It's me, Priest Pelgran," Ron put the bottle of potion he had just taken out back to its original place, and appeared in front of Pergrande, "Why are you here? Where are Judge Aaron and the others?"

"It's 'Bishop Pelgran', forget it," the priest subconsciously wanted to correct, but then smiled bitterly, "You can just call me Pelgran, now I am no longer a member of the cult, I am now a apostate, including Lao Lei, they are all hunting me down, I have no choice but to come to you..."

"Oh, out of the molten iron barrier? That's a good thing."

"Don't rush to refuse," Pergrande interrupted Ron, "Wait for you to listen to my information before making a decision... Wait, what did you say?"

"That's a good thing, of course we welcome you to join," Ron said as a matter of course, "What's the difference between fighting the abyss? Why do we have to follow the Molten Iron Barrier?"

"You just agreed?" Perglen was shocked. "No need to swear? No need to be examined? No contract? Aren't you afraid that I'm an undercover agent sent by you?!"

"I don't think you...they are that flexible," Ron shrugged. "And looking at your frostbite, if it's a self-torture trick, it's too hard. The people who sent you here really don't fear that you'll freeze to death on the road."

"But now is not the time to talk about this. You said you have intelligence just now? Why don't you tell me?"

"It's about Rose City! The person you suspected at the beginning is indeed problematic!" Perglen's words were a bit confusing, and it was obvious that she was a bit confused now. "But compared to this, there is another group of people waiting for you to rescue. Their leader asked me to run first and come to ask you for help!"

"They are centaurs, and their leader is called...Zantia!"

"Zantia?" Ron stood up suddenly. Why did this group of centaurs seem to bring trouble to him again? "Who attacked them? It's not orcs again, right?"

Even if it was orcs, it wouldn't be the same group as before. After all, under the leadership of the old priest, they have become residents here. How much free time would they have to go to Zandia in such a cold weather?

"No, it's another group of people, and..." Perglan looked indescribably sad, "and Lao Lei and the others."

When Ron gathered the others and rushed to the location where Perglan had roughly described and Sera had found her, they saw two groups of people, horses, and people and horses engaging in a fierce sit-down war beside a path. Several corpses were left in the open space between the two groups. It seemed that they had experienced a real fight before.

But the physique of people and horses is obviously not something that ordinary races can achieve. Referring to the corpses on the ground, the pursuers obviously did not get the upper hand. Among those solemn knights, Ron saw the knight who stood out from the crowd at a glance.

Raymond Aaron, he obviously noticed Ron too. He didn't expect that the two would meet again in this situation.

"Sir Ron, how are you?" Chief Judge Aaron bowed on his horse. "I'm sorry I can't dismount to meet you. We have other official duties today, which have nothing to do with you. Please don't stop us."

"You, the people of the Iron Forging Order, are performing official duties on my territory?!" It would have been better if Aaron didn't say anything. As soon as he finished speaking, Ron took off his bow. "Do you know how far this place is from the trading post? Do you have a permit?"

"This... I'm very sorry," Aaron said, but he didn't mean to leave. "We will compensate you later. I swear on the reputation of the Iron Fortress-"

"You said it the wrong way, Mr. Raymond," Ron curled his lips, "If it weren't for you and Priest Perglan, I wouldn't say a word. Now, leave immediately, don't let me ask you."

"Aren't you the most orderly? What are you doing now!"

"The order of the church is higher than the laws of the local lords. Lord, I am very sorry," Aaron sighed, "Also, let me remind you: neither these people nor Bishop Perglan are your subjects. If you want to drive us away, shouldn't they also be driven away?"

"Sir Ron..." Zandiya turned her upper body and looked at Ron worriedly. She certainly thought Ron was a good person, but facing the pressure of the molten iron barrier...

"Ron, don't get in the way!" Koltz, who was standing next to Aaron, Mu shouted loudly, waving his sword and shield in protest, "The cult is doing its job, and we also have to deal with the affairs of the tribe, you better get out of here!"

"You ungrateful bastard!" Before Ron could speak, Sera on the side couldn't help but scold, "You ate us and took us when you were here, and now you have the nerve to come back and ask us to get out of the way?"

The angry barbarian lifted his windproof hood, showing the Canglan Grip, and took several steps forward, standing side by side with Zandia. She spoke the words she had just learned from the merchants in the market, but was unexpectedly aggressive: "Come, come, come! You were just our prisoners a few months ago, let me see if your head is wholesale after you recognize a master!"