Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Although the Madwugs are also medium-sized creatures, like frogs, these humanoid creatures have smooth, moist skin, thick and powerful limbs, and well-developed webbed feet between the toes, which can support their strong mobility whether swimming in the water or jumping on land.

But they have also evolved a slender waist for this purpose, and their ribs have degenerated. When a heavy object of one or two hundred pounds of people and axes falls from a high altitude, their body structure will be destroyed almost instantly, not to mention dealing with subsequent attacks.

Another group suddenly saw their companions being attacked and immediately wanted to help, but one of them was blocked by a tower shield wider than it as soon as it took a step, and the other immediately made a terrifying and deafening frog sound, trying to notify its companions to come here for rescue.

"Swish——"

A dagger cut across its not-so-obvious throat, and the small and agile Driver touched its neck from behind, then squatted on the ground and began to rub his ears constantly.

"Damn, it's killing me..."

"Ray of Frost!" Ron released a ray of ice with a chilling cold air. This trick is similar to the fire arrow, so Ron can learn it easily. In this kind of terrain with rotten plant fibers, its effect is obviously much stronger than the fire arrow that may cause area damage at any time.

Under the siege of five people, the only two remaining crazy frogs were unable to resist and soon lost their lives.

"You are finally here!"

At a hidden cave nearby, the secret door opened, and Karad strode out from inside, "These guys set traps everywhere, and I am almost annoyed to death!"

"Why don't you just come out and fight them?" Ron looked at Driver who was busy dismantling the traps and asked, "With your power, it shouldn't be too difficult to drive them away?"

"There is no point in driving them away and then they come back again," the hobgoblin put his hands on his hips, "So I sent people to find you, the purpose is to catch them all in one fell swoop."

"But their nest is still there, they will not give up such a rich hunting ground."

"That's right!" Karad said, "Why, are you going to completely wipe them out from here?"

"It depends on your willingness." Ron half-jokingly.

"My wish is to completely and totally incorporate the entire delusion into our territory!" Karad waved his hand behind him, "Little ones, follow the leader closely, we are going to go on an expedition!"

On the other side of the river, after the landslide, the fleeing Madwugs returned to their territory, but were surprised to find that their treasures had been looted.

As a last resort, they began to expand their territory in order to use all means to quickly restore the storage of the "Royal Treasure House".

Coincidentally, the direction they chose was the base of Ron and his men in the north.

And today, the Madwugs in the territory are still fighting for the few remaining gadgets in the camp as usual, in order to obtain the qualification to present treasures to the king.

Their fight is not meaningless. In the previous fight with the bandits, those who died in the underground cave were basically the king's elite, and the only butler also died below. Now these crazy frogs are competing for these precious places - even though they may have given themselves noble titles such as "Duke" and "Marquis".

Generally, this kind of competition is a quarrel or fight, but sometimes it can evolve into a more intense mode, such as murder. But killing competitors often requires great courage and superb skills. If a crazy frog is accidentally found to have murdered a fellow tribesman, the punishment waiting for it may be death.

In the cave that used to be the royal palace, the crazy frog king who returned from the northern hunt was enjoying the pleasure of sex with several of his spouses, completely ignoring the fighting and noise of his subordinates outside.

But just as this territory was full of vitality and everything was competing, a crazy frog sentry who was responsible for keeping watch was tired of this disturbance. It leaned against a large stone, put its spear and shield aside, closed its eyes and prepared to take a nap in the dream.

It didn't notice at all that just as it closed its eyes, a short and thin black shadow with a ray of snow light gently swept past it.

The sentry fell to the ground and stopped breathing before he could even raise any alarm.

"Boss, your powders are really useful!" Driver lifted a corner of his cloak and wiped the sticky dagger, laughing triumphantly.

"Don't wipe it with clothes!" Victoria frowned, "Do you know how hard it is to wash the mucus on the bully's body?"

"Especially after mixing with their blood," Irene muttered and glanced at her robe, "I rubbed it for a long time when I crossed the river just now."

"Ask the villagers on the way back, they may have some soap beans," Ron interrupted, "By the way, while I was looking for herbs everywhere, you were actually washing clothes!"

"You are a noble wizard, you don't have to wash it yourself-" Ivy curled her lips, "We can't do that, if we wait for these dirt to dry before cleaning, it will be even more difficult to wash off."

"Why do you have to wash it?" Sera looked at the few people with question marks, "This is a proof of honor! Not every warrior of the tribe has the opportunity to get so many kinds of blood on their bodies!"

Take the Ochre Tribe for example, she bet that no one has ever had a record of hunting bully's body before!

"I'll help you clean it up someday," Victoria sighed resignedly, "This is not the Northern Barbarians, and you are no longer the leader who can decide what others like or dislike. You have to be decent when you are with Ron."

"What? No!"

Victoria felt that she was probably the only normal person in this team besides Ron: goblins, barbarians... Although the half-elf girl was better, it was the first time she saw an elf wearing armor and holding a tower shield!

Didn't Ivy say that her mother was a longbowman who fits the stereotype?

"Okay, stop messing around," Ron stuck his head out from behind the stone of the sentry post to look at the situation in the territory of the Madwugs, "The cave that feeds the Swampmaws has been completely abandoned, and the largest one left should be the residence of their king."

"You all need to cover your mouths and noses and keep your heads down, okay? I'm not a serious alchemist, and I don't discriminate between people with medicine powder."

"Then, can I smell it first?" Driver raised his head, his face full of curiosity, "What does it smell like?"

Ron looked at him speechlessly: "...Are you going to keep another similar record in addition to chewing the medicine mud?"