Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Richthofen looked as if he were looking at a dead man with his nostrils, a move that even the most vulgar peasant would not do. But when Victoria walked over and reached out to grasp the wrist of the corpse to grasp the infusion tube, she actually encountered a hard object, which was completely different from their own wooden structure!

"Made of clay!"

The priest of Heim looked at the dusty ring-shaped object hanging on his wrist in surprise; "It's even strange, it should be just an ordinary pottery product, right? It can almost match the wrist of the corpse?"

"It also wore this bracelet when it was alive? Its hands will definitely not be able to recover blood!"

"Victoria, they are considered plants," Ron reminded helplessly. "They don't even have 'blood', and they don't have skin, flesh, and fat like humans. Even if it becomes a mummy, it won't reduce much in size."

"But the bracelet is indeed a rare thing. The ones on the upper level don't have such baubles - they are completely naked in a sense."

"Oh, by the way, there's this gadget," Ron glanced at the gold waving in Dryford's hand, and added, "It's up to you - look for it again, maybe there's some in other cabins. Something like that!”

"Everything I found is mine!" Drayford shouted happily and immediately threw himself into the new career of the gold-touching captain. Facts have proved that he does have extraordinary talent in this area. After a while, a canvas was spread out on the land in front of Ron and others, and all the "trophies" ranging from headbands to rings were taken by Delai. Fudo collected them and piled them randomly on the canvas for everyone to look at.

The only exception was the body that the goblin hunter was dragging, which was smaller than his size. This corpse obviously did not have the intubation removed before death, so it experienced painful torture. The entire structure was twisted into a ball, and in this ball, a rough gold and silver product with no specific appearance was buried. Hug him tightly, no matter how hard Drivedo tries to break him apart, he can't break away.

"This is really a waste of money!" The goblin hunter cursed and threw the whole body on the ground, casually wiping the sweat on his hands with his cloak, "I'm so exhausted! I didn't expect such a little guy to be so lucky. I need to put in my best effort!”

"Ron, just burn it for him! Let me also see if the thing he is holding is pure gold!"

"Definitely not! Didn't you see there's a lot of silver on it?" Sylvia frowned and pointed at this particular corpse, "But look at this corpse... it doesn't look like a child, does it?"

As soon as the vampire said this, everyone immediately raised their eyebrows; "Sylvia, don't say stupid things. How can there be any children among spore people? They all jump out of flesh and blood corpses."

"But these are not necessarily spore people," Sylvia said, "They are different from those seen outside..."

"The ones outside are different from the ones I've seen, Miss Sylvia," the elf swordsman said somewhat depressedly, "so I'm more inclined to believe that this is also a specially mutated spore man."

"After all, look, isn't that big one over there a Thorn Beast?"

"Although spores and thorn beasts often appear together because they have the same origin, I have to regret to tell you that these vegetative people are most likely not spore people."

Gilenis slowly fell from the air. She liked this way of walking without using her feet, but flying underground would only make her feel depressed. The moon elf controlled a series of simple experimental equipment and hovered in front of everyone. In one of the petri dishes, Ron saw something familiar.

That's a fungus, or more specifically, Gibberellus.

"I extracted this from the remains of the giant spiny beast," Gilenis introduced. "These things have very strong vitality. Even if almost all the nutrients around them are completely absorbed by them, there are still some sporadic ones. It survived until now by sleeping or other means, and was reactivated by me.”

"In addition, I also found partially petrified and semi-petrified spore clusters, which are also gathered in the body of the spiny beast. This is a strong example of its relationship with Gibberellus."

"but."

The Elf Archmage emphatically expressed the turning point: "But let me show you some interesting parts that I extracted from the giant's body - Ron, mainly for you to see, I don't expect others to understand. "

A honeycomb-like structure was delivered to Ron. In addition, there were also some scattered gray-black particles that looked like they had just been taken out of those honeycomb structures by Gilenis. Similar.

"You guessed it right, I really took this out," Gilenis seemed to have an insight into Ron's thoughts, "But before that, you might as well guess who the owner of these particles should be?"

Ron observed these particles as close as possible. After correlating them with known things and combining them with the honeycomb tissue, Ron couldn't help but make a bold guess in his heart: "Well, these are red mold?"

Gilenis nodded approvingly: "Half-guessing? Or do you really recognize it?"

"These are also Gibberellus?" Anastrina stared at Gilenis with wide eyes, "But you, you just said clearly that these vegetative people are not spore people-"

"Yes, because after I used arcane analysis, I came to the conclusion that these red molds originated from the body of the giant thorn beast," Sword Song Lion Armor interrupted her lines, but because they were actually one person, no one could tell who was who when there was no emotion involved, "and these honeycomb structures were produced by the giants themselves, a defense system, they should be sticky when the giants are alive, using their surface area to stick to a large amount of red mold, so that they cannot damage the giants themselves."

"So now it seems that his defense has failed?" Sera didn't quite understand the details, but she understood the defense.

"How should I put it? Yes and no. The fusarium did successfully invade his body, but with his size and not being made of flesh and blood, even if he stood still and let the fusarium gnaw at him, it would take a long time for the fusarium to complete the task, and this time was enough for the giant to kill the giant thorn beast."

"But the result is as we can see: neither he nor the thorn beast caused fatal injuries to each other, and the giant's weapon has even disappeared - I guess it should be buried under the soil - in short, someone else killed them."

Ron's body shook slightly, and a gentle buoyancy slowly rose under his and other companions' feet, carrying them afloat.

The moon elf controlled the whole process to ensure that no one would be injured: "Come on, follow me up, the clue is above their heads." (End of this chapter)