Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"The so-called demon lord and the so-called Grand Duke of Purgatory are not all-knowing and all-powerful after all." In the black mist, a hoarse voice that was so hoarse that it was hard to tell whether it was male or female brought out a burst of laughter that could make people deafen themselves. "As long as we plan from the very beginning, Perfect, even they can't see through my lies."

"Who would have thought that the black dragon that was hiding for fear of being discovered would also be fake?"

"You said, didn't you?"

"My master is wise, your wisdom is like the stars in the sky, no one can touch it..." The "Black Dragon Lich" was lying on the ground, saying nice things in a low voice.

It doesn't have the slightest aura of the living on it, but it is not an ordinary undead creature that is completely controlled by people. Perhaps it is because of this that its true identity has never been discovered.

"Compared to the stars, I prefer to be the night sky itself," the being in the black mist snorted. The black mist rolled, showing the scenery of Green Marsh Town, which had just escaped from the plague. "The release of the breath is also just right. There is falsehood within truth, and truth within falsehood. Even Gracia has not been able to understand the mystery and is still trying to use this matter to put shackles from her on those mortals. It is really ridiculous. "

"Master..." Silver Dragon seemed to have remembered something, and spoke tremblingly, "When your humble servant was being chased before, maybe the scales on his body were broken by the demon. Is it possible that he could let it Can it ruin your plan?"

"See through? Of course, they will know, but that's because I let them know," the black mist shook, shaking away all the images presented, "because now is the time to let them know."

"Otherwise, why would you think that I would appear in front of them so boldly and give them the opportunity to lock 'my coordinates'? Don't worry, everything is planned."

"The change of dynasties in this land, the pursuit of you metal dragons, the crusade of the color dragons, and the participation of these self-proclaimed powerful creatures are all part of my plan. Only in this way can I take the final step That step - I will become an existence beyond Ashadron and Chronippus. No matter how they or you plot against me, they can't stop me from taking this step!"

"Now, it's time to make the next move - you come in first."

"As you command, my master." The silver dragon stood up, but buried its head lower. It staggered forward until it was engulfed by the black mist. As the mist caused a violent surge, A larger and stronger dragon walked out, with dark flames dancing in its eyes.

On its toned muscles, the layers of scales that shimmered with golden light quickly became dim, and eventually turned completely black. Its face, which originally had soft thorns like beards and horns extending back along its nose and forehead, quickly changed into a skeleton-like appearance. A creature like a wise saint turned into an evil existence. .

A shadow of a silver dragon roared and struggled to appear on the body of the adult dragon, but it was quickly wrapped and wrapped by a wisp of black mist, and disappeared. The gleam of light in the dragon's eyes was eventually annihilated in the darkness.

"Master." The adult dragon moved its wings. When he spoke, his voice also changed profoundly, making it no longer have anything to do with the original one, but closer to the one Ron and others had seen before. The "Black Dragon Lich".

"Very well, let's go." Black Mist seemed not to say more, but the dragon seemed to fully understand its master's plan, quickly turned around and disappeared into the teleportation array.

"The golden dragon... is indeed more difficult to deal with." After a while, a murmur came from the black mist, "I'm sure you still have the last bit of self-consciousness hidden in your body waiting for the opportunity, but it doesn't matter, this This is the result I want, not only that..."

"The few remaining shreds of consciousness you have can also become part of my plan."

"The golden dragon is a symbol of wisdom? Whoa, fart."

The black mist fell silent again, just like it had for thousands of years. It was not as impatient as it appeared to other creatures. It was just... unwilling to give up this opportunity.

If it acts completely according to its normal plan, it will take nearly a thousand years to see the light of day again, and by then its success rate will reach a terrifying ninety percent.

But... although the success rate calculated at the moment is five percentage points lower, it can save thousands of years of time. This is worth it, no doubt.

After all, it cannot be sure that, judging from the current turbulent situation in the world, whether everything will still go as planned after a thousand years.

Now is the best time.

"Now is the best time," Ron walked among the fields reclaimed by the people. His short boots made a "crunching" sound on the still thick snow. Behind him, , followed by several villagers who migrated here with him, "Although the snow has not yet melted and the weather is a bit cold, the land planning must be carried out in advance."

"According to the conclusions drawn from our divination and prophecy, the best time for sowing this year will be slightly later than in previous years, but the deviation will not be too large. Just make a slight adjustment."

"Sir, I'm not doubting your conclusion, but if this happens, the food we originally prepared may be in short supply - you know, the most difficult days are often not winter but early spring. Our food reserves are no longer sufficient, and the caravans are still as scarce as in winter. Most importantly, the wild beasts and monsters in the wild are now starving."

"Recently, our militia has discovered traces of some beasts such as bears and wolves moving around nearby."

"Is the militia not strong enough? I will let Andre and Karad take charge of this matter," Ron pondered for a moment, "We will plan their garrison positions later to ensure that civilians can move around safely."

"That would be best "That would be the best," the villagers nodded hurriedly. At this time last year, he didn't dare to believe that the goblins could protect them and their fields, but now, his hope has been placed on those little guys. "If Lord Kalade is willing to put out the chariot, it would be even better. The beasts in the deep jungle will definitely not dare to get close!"

"But... please remind those goblins a little bit, it's best not to "fight", it will add a lot of work to us..."

"I'll try my best." Ron rubbed his temples. He could only say that the other party's worries were not out of thin air. Even Driver would sometimes be too jumpy, let alone the other goblins. If they make trouble while working, it would really be a trouble.

Ask Kalade if he has any good ideas. It's best not to use harsh laws. Ordinary intelligent races may be afraid of this, but goblins... that's not good enough. (End of this chapter)