Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"What did you do?"

The half-elf curiously observed Ron through the gap in the mask. The man seemed to be in an abnormal state of concentration. She could feel that there was an inexplicable power gradually filling her body, but now this power was like an unhatched egg. Although Ivy could sense the movement in it, she could not see what kind of creature would be born after the shell was broken.

"Oh my God, this, you have enchanted it! You can stop now!" The dwarf widened his eyes, holding his head and looking at Ron and the shield he had cast by himself as if he were a monster, "That's enough, that's enough! Don't be too greedy--"

Although he could not complete the enchantment by himself, he still knew the relevant common sense: the more powerful the magic item, the easier it is to be destroyed in the process of enchantment! I don't know how many magic items that could have been preserved in the world as extremely precious treasures, but because of the creator's one thought, not only did they fail to reach the top of the legend, but they turned into ashes and disappeared from the world!

High-level magic items are difficult to mass-produce, and the creators don't have a second chance to get inspiration - how many good things have been destroyed - he can't watch this happen in front of him!

That's too heartbreaking!

"Stay still!"

Just as Rurik was twisting his hands, struggling whether to interrupt Ron's enchantment, a slender left hand was placed on his head.

"Hey, don't touch my head -" The dwarf was about to get angry, but when he looked up, he saw Sylvia staring at Ron intently. The vampire mage held the dwarf with one hand, and her scarlet eyes emitted a faint red light. She stared at the lines drawn by Ron with all her attention, and her staff was suspended in front of her, as if recording everything.

She can guarantee that neither Henry nor Gillianis, or the knowledge of the old green dragon, has such an arcane model - this is her benefactor's own spell!

Born from... the blueprint of the old elf wizard under this land!

"This feels familiar to me," Sera twitched her nose. She knew nothing about magic, but she had come into close contact with the prototype that Ron had used at the time. "Should it explode?"

"Explode?!" Rurik was shocked. This was not good news!

"Don't worry, the aura is very stable, it shouldn't explode," Victoria also remembered the unnamed arcane that Ron had used before. She was willing to believe that Ron did not intend to detonate this tower shield, which was already valuable enough, but for the sake of safety, she added, "At least Ron doesn't want it to explode now."

"Ivy, can you please do the corresponding actions as I said, please?" Ron, who had been silent since just now, suddenly raised his head and looked at the visor, "Now raise the shield and lunge."

The carving knife in Ron's hand had already wandered around the tower shield, but he still had no intention of stopping. As Ron waved, the blade swept across the flame-wrapped gauntlet on Ivy's hand and slashed towards the full body armor. As he moved, Ivy, who was at his mercy, couldn't help but hum softly.

The comfortable feeling spread to the whole body with the position of the carving knife. If the feeling just now is likened to an unhatched egg, now there are cracks on the eggshell of this egg.

Something is coming out!

"What's going on?" Ivy moaned loudly, and the others at the scene looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing it - it's just enchanting an armor, there's no need to react so strongly, right?

"Rurick, what's going on?" Sylvia looked down at the dwarf, "Will the person in the armor be harmed when enchanting?"

"How is it possible..." Rurick immediately denied this absurd statement. He hesitated for a moment, and then shouted in a tone of sudden enlightenment, "I know! Lord Ron is establishing a spiritual connection between this set of equipment and Miss Ivy! That's why she has such a reaction!"

"But, but that's not right! Allowing induction between items and users is a very advanced type of enchantment! When did Sir Ron learn this?!"

Sylvia rolled her eyes at the dwarf's questioning. Ron has not been idle in the past few months. I'm afraid he has learned all the thick enchantment books that old Faber gave him!

But even so, what Ron knows is just theory. Can he really successfully transform theory into practical results?

The carving knife made a "rustling" sound from time to time, as if responding to Sylvia's doubts - its owner was indeed very good at transforming theory into practice.

Time passed moment by moment, and Sera and Driver, who could not bear it any longer, left one after another. Only Rurik, Sylvia and the two parties were left. Ivy kept changing her shape under Ron's command, and every time she did so, she could not help but hum.

Finally, when Ivy's legs were almost numb from standing, Ron finally put away the carving knife and let out a long breath: "Okay, finally..."

"Finished?" Ivy quickly changed to a more comfortable posture. She moved almost every joint in her body, but to her surprise, those strange feelings just now disappeared in an instant, without even a trace left, making her almost think that the previous ones were all illusions.

"What on earth did you do?"

"Enchant," Ron was also stretching his muscles. The work just now also made his joints stiff. "You can try to loosen the shield."

The half-elf let go as she was told, but the tower shield did not fall to the ground and make a loud noise as she expected. Instead, it hovered only a few centimeters from the ground. What surprised Ivy even more was that as her left arm swung casually, the tower shield in front of her actually moved synchronously, always staying in a position to protect her!

"The effective distance is three meters," Ron laughed, obviously very satisfied with his work, "In addition to the conventional increase in toughness and resistance to several elements, you can also control this tower shield with your mind to help you defend any blind spots."

"The same is true for armor and gauntlets. You can let it leave or attach to your body at any time, and you don't have to spend time wearing it. How about it?"

"Clatter!"

In response to Ron, there was a huge noise caused by dozens of large and small metal pieces falling to the ground one after another. The huge helmet rolled to the ground and stopped at Ron's feet.

The half-elf warrior, who only had a shirt on his body, looked at Ron and gave an awkward but polite smile:

"Um... how do I assemble this thing?"