Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

But no matter what, Drayford broke his own record in the end, chewing up the herbs and spitting them out while the goblins were stunned, and applied them to the half-elf's wounds.

"It's okay, it doesn't seem to be that painful anymore."

Driver kept smacking his mouth, as if he was savoring the taste of the herbs.

"If you taste it carefully, it's still a little sweet."

"What should we do now? Wait until she wakes up?"

Drayford ignored Ron's words and pointed at the half-elf on the ground and asked.

He thought Ron was just taking pleasure in himself. If he hadn't regarded Baymax as more important than his own life, and therefore thanked Ron from the bottom of his heart, the goblin would have slashed him with a knife.

"Don't worry, it won't be long," Ron squatted next to the half-elf and looked at Dreyfuddo, "What time is it outside?"

"I don't know, but I came back in the early morning." Dreyfus went to find a rag from the dead adventurer, cut it into a cloak and wrapped it around him. "I guess it was still morning when we set off."

"How long does it take to arrive?"

"How do I know!" Drayford's eyes widened, "The surrounding villages are all abandoned. The furthest extent of our territory is only about a day's journey, no more."

In other words, no matter what, we have to spend a night in the wild.

"With just three people, is it dangerous to camp in the wild?" Ron asked.

In any case, the goblin's experience in this area is still trustworthy - especially when he is also very weak.

"There are dangers, a lot of dangers!" The experienced goblin hunter nodded immediately, "So we usually go out as a whole team!"

"That won't work." Ron immediately rejected the proposal. "That way there would be no way to enter the settlements of other races."

"Then sleep in the village," Driver thought for a while, "but I have never slept in it, and I steal things quite often."

Stealing from the territories of other races is one of the main ways the goblins maintain their survival.

"Okay, then we..." Ron continued to finalize the details, but suddenly stopped.

"Huh?" Dreyfus tilted his head, wondering why this human was half-sentence.

Choked on saliva? Bite your tongue? This is often the case with goblins.

"She's awake." Ron pointed to the half-elf beside him.

Driver was stunned for a moment: "Impossible! She didn't even open her eyes!"

"Her breathing rhythm has changed," Ron reached out and patted the half-elf's cheek. "In an unconscious state, the body will give priority to survival, which is especially obvious when it is sick, because the body needs to take in enough food. oxygen."

"But when you are conscious, you will make adjustments to adapt to the environment - OK, I have said this, do you still want to keep pretending?"

The eyes of the half-elf lying on the ground suddenly opened, and a pair of emerald green eyes stared at Ron, his eyes full of hatred and a little bit of confusion.

"You idiot! Why did you expose me? Are you their slave?!"

Ron frowned: "Can you please wake up? If it weren't for me and these goblins, you would be struggling to save your life now!"

"Isn't it because of them that I'm like this now?" The half-elf glanced at the mixture of herbal fragments and goblin saliva on his body. His hostility seemed to be slightly reduced, but his words were still thorny.

"It's better for you to save me and let me die in a coma than to be tortured by these pests while I'm awake! Are you a devil?"

"Hey! Be careful what you say!" Dreyfus shouted unhappily, "If it weren't for Ron, you would have ended up with your companions!"

"He was the one who convinced our boss to let you go free!"

The half-elf lay on the cold, hard ground, his body stiffening for a moment.

"……What?"

She wondered if she was actually going to die, and what she saw before her was all an illusion.

"Freedom," Ron repeated the word, "Of course you can choose not to, this is your right."

"No fool!" The half-elf struggled to get up but failed. He managed to stand up with Ron's help.

"Although I don't know you, I still want to say thank you. You are actually willing to intercede for a stranger." The half-elf smiled at Ron awkwardly, "Especially for a half-elf."

Half-elves are a mixture of humans and elves, but they cannot feel a sense of belonging on either side - humans and elves have reached a consensus in this regard: half-elves will definitely favor the other side.

"But I guess this 'freedom' is not that easy to get, right?"

"Currently, we have limited freedom," Ron didn't hide it from her. "I promised to help these areas overcome the difficulties of this drought and provide some medical services in exchange for it."

"I am now allowed by their leader to leave the nest temporarily and go to a nearby settlement to buy some supplies for foster care. But because I am not familiar with this place, I would like to ask you to show me the way."

"And this is the hunter assigned to supervise us. His name is Drayford, and I am Ron."

"My name is Ivy." After listening to Ron explaining the situation, the half-elf sighed, "You actually reached an agreement with the goblins. It's really..."

"To put it mildly, at least you won't die here," Ron shrugged. "So, do you know the location of the nearby settlements?"

Ivy reached out to touch her back, waist, and left thigh, but unfortunately, these places where there should be bags or pockets were all empty.

Perhaps they were lost in the battle, or taken as trophies by the goblins, anyway, they can't be found now.

"I should have known, but thanks to them," Ivy grimaced in pain because of the action just now. "But I have a suggestion."

"On the way here, we found many abandoned villages. We can go there to settle down and collect some supplies."

Ivy said, showing Ron a flattering smile: "Your herbs are good, but not good enough. I can only move with difficulty in this state."

"But there may be some herbs or even healing potions left there. If I can recover further, I will definitely be able to help more."

Ron nodded: "That's what we plan to do. Let's go to the village first."

You can't eat the warm bed in a hurry. I'm afraid that all the races nearby have been emptied due to drought. No matter which side of them is anxious to do anything, there is no way.

It's a good condition to have a place to stay halfway.

"Inhale--exhale--"

When the three of them walked out of the trap-ridden goblin's nest under the leadership of Driver, Ivy exaggeratedly breathed in a breath of fresh air in the wild under the scorching sun-even though there was still a strong smell of goblins here.

"Finally I see the sun again, it's not easy!"

Although Ron acted a little reserved, he was also glad that he finally returned to the ground. The goblin's nest is really not a place for normal people to stay.