Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

The extreme north of the world is filled with continuous glaciers and snowfields.

Since the permanently frozen ice caps spread out from the polar regions 270,000 years ago, the landscape here has not changed much. Even though countless biological populations have come and gone here, they have not been able to transform this place into them. the world.

Even frost giants are no exception. Some people say that these huge bipedal creatures are the masters of the ice and snow, but in the eyes of other creatures, it is not so much that they occupy the polar regions, but that it is the polar regions that enslave them.

Kristo is one of those who holds this view.

At this moment, its light gray eyes were like a mirror, reflecting the mountains farther and farther away from it. It had not undergone any major changes since it was carved centuries ago. Its owner was content with his home and had been so for hundreds of years.

Kresto sighed softly. From here, he could still see the ice bridge that connected the mountain top and the lair. It was the most magnificent infrastructure. The front pinnacle of the nest can be seen from the far end of the bridge. More like inverted ice picks than towers, these solid pinnacles enclose the terrace, which serves as an open-air amphitheater, and the living room.

And if you proceed deeper along the front peak, past the different dragon statues and long corridors, a duplex ice and snow sanctuary will be waiting for the arrival of all trusted guests among the large peaks.

And if anyone can be invited by the master to enter the central peak, he will be lucky enough to see the dragon's real treasure and the most breathtaking scenery in this bitter cold land.

The harsh environment could not diminish his taste nor shrink his wealth. Kleisto was very proud of this, and this pride has never changed over the long years.

only……

Waves of howls of snow wolves sounded beside him, and the huge sled underneath him also experienced some bumps. These ferocious creatures domesticated by Kleisto are now regarded as sled dogs, just like their noisy distant relatives. Come and use.

This is already the end of the lair's radiation range, and the snow in the distance has never been leveled by the owner here.

Kresto sighed again, and the crystal-shaped horns and thorns above his head and back slowly fell down as his mood changed. This showed that his mood at the moment was not good, and could even be called bad.

Even if there was a one percent chance that he could keep his lair, Kresto would not choose to take all the treasures he could bring with him and leave his home. The so-called "alliance" formed by the frost giant and the white dragon was here. The eyes of this crystal dragon, which is about to celebrate its thousand-year birthday, are as funny as the jokes of the copper dragon. Even the oldest white dragon here will have no choice but to bow down to his starlight if it dares to invade its lair. and under psychic energy.

The lair of an adult dragon or above is more powerful and magical than a magician's mage tower. Relying on this, Kresto will not be afraid of any offense or challenge from any creature.

But... disasters from nature have to be guarded against. If those hard-headed frost giants and white dragons were serious about their declaration to "encircle and suppress" him, and if disaster struck while he was fighting the offenders, even he would not be sure to survive - the survival here , referring to taking all his treasures with him.

If he just wanted to protect himself, Klesto still had the confidence to enter the air elemental plane he was most familiar with at any time. But what's the point?

Faced with a possible natural disaster, Kleisto decided to be more prudent. He was just a small dragon that had lived for less than a thousand years, and this polar region alone had existed for more than 270,000 years. .

Not to mention that in the astrology, Kleisto also observed a figure that made him feel terrified. If this catastrophe will cause that being to escape from the further north, staying here is definitely the worst choice.

It's better to show weakness to those frost giants and white dragons than to be buried in a disaster that doesn't know when it will come.

Besides, how can this be regarded as showing weakness? In the scales around Kresto's head, the glow of the positive energy plane suddenly began to flicker, sending a signal of joy. He raised his left front paw, and a huge amethyst ring immediately lit up. A round ellipsoid-shaped object fell into his paw, and the weight made Kleisto feel unusually relieved.

"You warlike bad guys, don't even think about involving innocent little lives in your endless killings," Crystal Dragon murmured to himself, the tenderness in his eyes pouring into the white egg-shaped object in his hand, "Go ahead and make a fuss about it, I'm going to do my best to educate it, just like I did six times."

When Kresto thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. He once "picked up" six dragon eggs from the lairs of those notorious white dragons, but those hatched young dragons either had hard-to-change natures, or their gentle natures were strangled by their bad parents who had hard-to-change natures. In the bud.

Use physical means.

Maybe, leaving the polar regions this time will be an opportunity for change? With this thought in mind, Kresto put the dragon egg away again and took out a map depicting the southern region.

This was a gift from an old friend of his. The bottom end of the map ended at the infamous land of delusion. The crystal dragon's nails scratched across the yellow and black leather paper, crossed the barren Gobi Desert, and finally landed on a port icon near the sea.

Maybe he could hide there for a while, and come back after the disaster. He hoped that by then, his beautiful home would not be destroyed in the war, and at least it could be repaired and used again.

Crestor was reluctant to leave his home, which brought him a lot of happy times. He once used magic to create a complex maze in the ice and snow outside the surrounding troll tribe, and then observed the trolls' process of passing through it every day at home; he also established a deep friendship with an elf druid, and held a grand funeral for the respectable sage when he died - the mourners included all the creatures that Crestor could find, beat and persuade.

The only pity was that the friend was not persuaded by Crestor to perform enlightenment on all the creatures around the dragon's nest until his death. So until today, he wanted to find someone to communicate with, which was a technical and physical job.

The crystal dragon turned his light gray eyes to the south, and the angry and confused roars of the frost giants and white dragons came faintly from behind his head. He knew that it was time to say goodbye to his happy old home. Without his urging, the snow wolves pulling the sled in front once again sped up, carrying their masters away into the distance.

Some tribes of bipedal creatures lived on the frozen ground, and Krestos' first stop was to visit them. (End of this chapter)