Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"You're the halfling!" Ron couldn't help but snap back, "I admit I'm not tall, but I'm not that short either!"

"Have you ever seen a halfling so tall?!"

Ron's height is on the same level as most adult human males. The problem is that the being opposite is two and a half meters tall! In his opinion, how many people are not dwarfs?

"Sorry," the giant was actually very talkative. He shrunk his body a little again, keeping it about half a head taller than Ron. "There are no subjects of mine here, so in this regard, I may not be sure. Very accurate.”

"Your people?" Ron's face brightened slightly, and he looked at the other person curiously. His appearance was indeed somewhat similar to the remains of the giant outside. Ron could definitely think that the dissimilarity was caused by a problem of proportion.

"You should have seen me, my real body," the giant nodded, "and my people, they sadly ended their lives in the dormant cabin."

"And I, I am their king, the leader who wants to implant people. I am stronger than them, and I am still fighting the invaders in desperate situations! It's just that the terror is far beyond my strength, and I died in the battle against the dead clan. in front of people.”

"And you, the traveler from the distant future, you have come into contact with the remnants of my consciousness, which are preserved in all the fungi around me, either intentionally or unintentionally. I think you have been searching in our tombs for a long time. Can you? Please tell me how much time has passed? Are there still one or two survivors of my tribe who can continue the fire of civilization?"

The gray-green giant introduced himself without waiting for Ron to ask. It sounded like he was indeed the giant outside. While he had a strong body, he also had a tough spirit. Ron doubted their relationship with the mushrooms. Humans, sporemen and the like are all inextricably linked to fungi and the like, so much so that their less intelligent relatives are able to preserve their minds and even souls - if they have any.

"It's a pity, but we can't determine the specific time," Ron shook his head, "But based on the existing clues, it should be almost ten centuries between us, because before that, there were others who came I’ve been to your ‘Revival Fortress’.”

"Ah, you know the Renaissance Fortress!" The gray-green giant showed a happy look, "This is our proudest achievement! At that time, we thought it could resist any invading enemy! Of course, the facts proved that we were wrong."

"Is it still there now? Still standing deep in the jungle? Fighting against those despicable Gibberellus and the spores and spiny beasts born from them? Or is it completely decayed, and you can no longer see a trace of implantation? The glory of the past?”

"I think it should be somewhere in between," Ron said after considering it. "The glory of the fortress is still there, but it can't be admired by ordinary people. It sank into the ground for some unknown reason, and we had to stay in a Find the entrance to the cave."

"Oh..." The giant opened his mouth, and his wooden but vivid face made a disappointed expression, "That's really a pity."

"Speaking of this, can I ask questions about you and your tribe?" Ron felt that he should be a little more proactive. "First of all, what did you call you just now?"

If Ron didn't have auditory hallucinations, he should have heard the word "delusion" just now.

"Delusional implant," the gray-green giant repeated, "I am our king, you can call me the Giant King, or you can call me Nuhawa, this is my name."

"I am our first king, but I am afraid I will also be our last."

Ron wasn't sure whether the other person was smiling bitterly.

"Why do you call it that name?"

"Our god gave us this," said this, the giant's face was full of admiration, "our god, the god of curtains, Skeldriam El Arun, created us - in The intelligent beings that flourish in this land of delusion, we are born from the bodies of the ancient titans, inheriting their mantle and carrying it forward."

"..." After listening to the other party's explanation, Ron only felt more confused, "Wait, wait, wait, what did you just say? God, God of Curtains?"

"Scadrian El Arun," Nuhava repeated the name of the god without changing his expression.

"Scand—" Ron gave up repeating, "Okay, can you tell me what your god does, general?"

"He is the God of Creation!" Nuhawa gave Ron a royal blow. "He created the entire world on a curtain! You, me, and even those hateful bastards! It was He who created the delusion. The testing ground for all things, He has wrapped this place in yet another layer of veil to prevent His bold attempts from harming the outside, or from being noticed by those mortals and disrupting His plans."

"It sounds like this god is a cloth seller. Why are there curtains and curtains on the left..." Ron muttered in a low voice. Nuhava glared at him and continued.

"Gibberellus is his failed work, and those spores and spiny beasts are even more uncontrollable products. His first children, the ancient titans, were killed by them. That's why we, the delusional human implanter, the gods We were created for the sole purpose of eradicating those gibberellins and their derivatives, and we have fulfilled our duties, but..."

The Giant King paused: "We have betrayed the trust of the gods... Are those red molds still wreaking havoc outside?"

"Unfortunately, yes," Ron spread his hands, "If it weren't for clearing them out, we wouldn't be here."

"We also saw that monster, the thorn beast that fought with you to the death. I'm a little curious, how did it invade your fortress? We didn't see any signs of damage along the way."

"They didn't rush in from the main entrance, they used a more secretive method," Nuhava said seriously, "This may be a long story, I will try to keep it as brief as possible."

"In general, we have achieved brilliant results in the fight against Gibberella and its minions, but even I don't know what went wrong. The situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, the climate suddenly changed, and large areas fell. Those The spore savages and thorn beasts are extremely rampant, and we have to avoid their edge and retreat into the Renaissance Fortress. "

"This is the last barrier we have built. The metal is mixed with substances harmful to Gibberellus, making it impossible for them to get close, and we are dormant inside. When the Gibberella outside can no longer reproduce, we will regain our belongings. God’s Everything.”

"But..." The Giant King looked gloomy, "We have a traitor among us." (End of Chapter)