Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"That beast advanced the time for us to end hibernation, putting the supplies in the fortress into crisis. It is not only the cells outside that are blocked by the metal revival barrier, but also us inside - food is limited, We cannot directly ask for the inexhaustible resources of the earth.”

"In such a predicament, between starving to death and fighting the spore people, my people chose the latter. They took the risk of connecting the containers storing nutrients to the outside world in an attempt to obtain more supplies. , so that it can enter hibernation again.”

"But that's what the traitor wants, and he knows they have no choice."

Ron interrupted the Giant King's narration: "Wait, you said 'them'? Where were you at that time?"

"I'm in my dormant cabin," the gray-green giant's eyes dimmed. "That traitor is very cunning. He differentiates the awakening time of different classes of tribesmen. The first group of people to wake up are the lowest ones, our craftsmen. And the farmers, they had to choose the most dangerous way to survive. When I opened my eyes from the cabin, it was already too late. "

"Gibberellus and its minions invaded along the supply pipeline and killed my species! When I woke up, all I could see was the faces of those abominable thorn beasts and spore people!"

"I fought back as much as possible, but all I could do was to protect their bodies from being eaten - but this was enough to make those spore people dare not look up to my power! Only one was as huge as me The thorn beast and I fought to the death, and that was my final outcome.”

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The Giant King fell silent. He looked into Ron's eyes, but found that this man seemed to have some unfinished meaning.

"Traveller, is there anything else you want to know?" Nuhawa asked, "I woke up the latest, and I may not be able to answer you with some details... Maybe you can go to the bottom floor, There may be the answer you want."

"I will look for those myself," Ron nodded, "But there is one thing you should be able to answer me: What is the mark on your head?"

Ron pointed at the top of the Giant King's head, where there were three marks that were exactly the same as the ones outside. This should indicate that these marks were carved there before his death.

"Marks...ah, yes, this is a gift given to me by our gods. When I was about to lose my strength, these marks appeared on my head and helped me kill the monster." Nuhawa Touched his head.

"But I think the gift from the gods is probably not easy to accept. These marks gave me great power, but they also killed me in the end...probably."

Nuhawa is not a real priest or mage, so he firmly believes in his own judgment. In Ron's view, this explanation is simply full of loopholes.

"Is this a gift from your gods? Then I wonder if you have noticed that the Thorn Beast also has one on its head?"

"Really?" The Giant King blinked, "No, this is impossible. It's just a beast. How can the gods favor it?"

"Then let me change the question: Are you sure that you killed the thorn beast in the end?"

"Of course, no, it's hard to say," Nuhawa nodded subconsciously, but soon, even he realized that there seemed to be a problem with his memory, "No, it shouldn't be. Did it kill me first? That's not right... …”

The giant squatted down and seemed to be racking his brains to think about this problem, but to no avail. At the same time, Ron discovered that the surrounding space was shrinking, and the boundaries were squeezing towards the two of them!

"What are you doing?!" Ron reached out to push the other person, trying to get him to react and explain, but an invisible force field pushed him away, preventing him from touching the Giant King at all!

And as the other party fell into entanglement and thinking, the space tightened faster and faster!

Ron realized that if he didn't think of a way to escape, he would probably be crushed into pieces - was this the giant's self-protection mechanism? But he is already dead!

Without any time to think about it, Ron began to try to change his spell structure again, hoping to find a way out. As long as he was given enough time, this work would definitely be completed, but looking at the obstacles that were constantly pressing in from all directions, Ron felt that he probably didn't have that much time.

But fortunately, he is not alone, never has been.

Just like a drowning person being rescued from dry shore, a big hand suddenly appeared behind Ron and pulled him backwards. As an obvious boundary was broken, Ron felt that his stomach, lungs and brain were all empty at the same time. When he recovered, his feet were once again standing on top of the Giant King's head. !

"Ron! What do you think?"

The person who pulled him out of the desperate situation was Ivy. At this moment, the half-elf was anxiously asking and groping Ron's whole body to make sure he was still intact.

"It's...ok," Ron's body shook a little, and he got out of the world of severe astigmatism just now. Everything about him was indescribably wrong. Fortunately, Victoria was a reliable priest, and with a bunch of Golden light enveloped his body, and Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief and came back to his senses completely, "Thank you, I'm much better now."

There seemed to be a fishy smell in his mouth. Ron picked up the water bag and spit it out. It turned out to be some substance similar to the mud inside the giant's brain.

"What happened to me just now?"

"You were frantically testing the edge, and then you fell in," Sera crossed her arms, frowned and looked at Ron, as if she was meeting him for the first time, "Why did you do this? If we had pulled you out a little later, you might have really drowned in it!"

"Are there any reptiles or other ambushers in it? By then, I'm afraid we won't even be able to find your whole body!"

"I... I'm sorry," Ron looked at the strange and weird "brain hole" with some lingering fear, "Just now, I didn't feel like I was walking by myself, I just wanted to get closer to take a look."

"Jumping in is still too radical."

"Radical? I don't think so," Gillianis's lake blue eyes seemed to be able to see through Ron's whole body, "Radical premise is that this is your own decision."

"Just now there was an extremely powerful spiritual force guiding and pulling you, do you still remember it?"

"Or let me change the question: What did you see after you went down?" (End of this chapter)