Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

When Crest saw that the lightning could come back, he was already a little panicked, and when the lightning changed shape, his pupils shrank instantly!

It was a shadow of a bronze dragonborn, and as we all know, bronze dragons, like blue dragons, are best at lightning!

But the "Death God's Skyfall", which was diving rapidly with its own speed and gravity, couldn't hear this, and still fell quickly downwards, but its target became - the phantom made of lightning!

A leap of 60 meters away, given Crest's size, even if his wings fanned out sparks, it was useless, it was just a matter of a moment.

It's just that Ron's reaction was faster than him, and the lightning's movement was even faster!

So, in Crest's dejected lament, his body came into close contact with the unfamiliar bronze dragonborn phantom, and the explosion of lightning sounded again in the sky above the town.

"How could you do this?! You should at least tell me in advance!"

A few minutes later, Crestor complained as he recovered the burn marks on his body, with a hint of grievance in his tone: "I told you before I attacked!"

"Then you should wait until I have introduced my response strategy before you start." Ron curled his lips, "With your size smashing down, how can I have time to shout out the names of skills and effects?"

The Crystal Dragon glared at him: "Oh? So I'm still wrong?"

"You can't say I'm wrong," Ron sighed deliberately, "A dragon like you must have experienced hundreds of battles, and some actions have long been engraved in your instincts. It's not easy for you to remember to remind me, how can I ask you to do it again?"

"...I really want to sprinkle some dust in your eyes!" In silence, the Crystal Dragon finally came up with its own pale and powerless counterattack.

"You come?"

"I can't beat you!"

"But now, can you tell me what the effects of this rune are?" Crest looked at Ron expectantly, "Although I felt that I had touched the threshold before, I was forcibly blocked by lightning. I only know your first move. What trick did you use later?"

"It's just a trick of substitution," Ron waved his hand nonchalantly, "Using the dragons or dragonborns who have seen lightning as a template, I created a phantom to block in front of me. As long as there is a clear target attack, it will be shifted to the position of the phantom first."

Ron simulated, of course, the bronze dragonborn Sulina who had established a cooperative relationship with Delusion.

"It's easy to crack, as long as the attack coverage is large enough, or attack my blind spot faster than my thoughts and lightning."

The Crystal Dragon listened to Ron's explanation of the arcane principles with bright eyes, but sighed dejectedly at the end: "Good stuff, but it's a pity that I can't use it in this life."

"Before, I thought this rune only had the ability to attack, so I wanted to wait until you were more proficient so that you could have a chance to cause a moment of stiffness to the Heir of God. Now it's good, we can use this to lead the Heir of God and his frost giants away, and the chance of success can be greatly increased."

"By the way, Ron, to what extent can you use it now?" In his excitement, Crestor did not forget to ask this crucial question.

"About three to five times a day, I need to use my own prepared spells as a substitute," Ron thought for a moment and shook his head slightly, "I have to remind you that my ability lasts for a very short time, and I can't have more than one. It can't confuse people like ordinary phantoms, nor can it completely defend itself. If you are planning something, it's best not to expect too much from it."

"Ah? Oh, don't worry, I don't. I've lived for several centuries, and I've seen and eaten. How can I not know this?" Klesto said this, and in his heart he silently crossed out several plans he had prepared, and then filled in new ones.

Not too many were crossed out, only seven out of ten plans were not used.

At this moment, it was already late, and Ron, who needed to face the Frost God's heir again in the rescue operation, naturally couldn't act tonight. The daytime battle had consumed a lot of his spells, energy and physical strength. If he wanted to face such a powerful opponent, full rest was the minimum preparation.

Kleist was also a little sleepy. As his front paws slapped the ground, a hut made of frost appeared in the broken streets of Flåm Town. The crystal dragon immediately went in, forming a circle inside with its body and tail, and blocked the hole after Ron entered, leaving only some gaps for exchanging air inside and outside.

According to Kleist, he did this to show goodwill to Ron to gain more favor, but he soon found that this was completely unnecessary.

The crystal dragon stared at Ron as he took off his robe and spread it out. The heat inside made him feel a little envious and amazed: "You are worthy of being a lord. You actually have a robe that can keep you warm - how much did you buy it for?"

"In Yungang? Or in Rose City?"

"Neither," Ron glanced at him, "There was nothing strange when I bought it. I made these enchantments myself."

"It's great that you can also enchant," Crestos sighed, "Even if you are not a lord, you will definitely be able to live well with this skill. I heard from Elden that you seem to have alchemy skills..."

"What does this have to do with you?"

"One thing: when you have time, can you get me some of these magic props?" The crystal dragon stared at Ron's face with wide eyes, "It won't be too much trouble. I like shiny things, like-"

"Wait until my friends are rescued, and you can do whatever you like; if they can't be rescued, you have to listen to what I like." Ron sneered and turned his back to the huge and bright face of the crystal dragon.

"What do you like?"

"The crystal dragon's dragon blood, dragon heart, dragon claws, dragon scales... It's best to pack the soul together. These are all top-quality materials."

Perhaps because he was silenced by Ron, Crestor calmed down a little in the next quarter of an hour, and then his desire to perform began to stir again.

"Ron, Ron, are you asleep?"

"I can't sleep, I'm so nervous."

"When I think about the daytime, I actually challenged that heir of God face to face, I want to go back and bite myself twice. If he had attacked me directly, do you think we would be in their prison now?"

"Ron..."

"Enough!" Ron opened his eyes, bloodshot spread between his whites, "What are you going to do?"

"I can't sleep, just looking for someone to talk to - great Ron, I knew you didn't fall asleep either!"

"Would you like to listen to a little bedtime story?" (End of this chapter)