Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

The snow in the town of Flåm has stopped, but it is still snowing in the north.

The crystal dragon's wings tore through the cold air currents in the clouds and carried Ron all the way north.

Kleisto's actual flying speed is not very fast, but he is good at making use of his own psychic power and the changes in the surrounding airflow. Apart from the fact that the rider will suffer some pain, it is quite convenient.

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"Okay, this is it."

About half a day later, as the sky gradually darkened, Kleisto also lowered his flight altitude, and finally landed in a hidden part of the mountain. Looking out from here, he could see a continuous line of animal skin camps during the day. , that is the camp of those northern tribes.

Since they were not allies in the traditional sense, the camps were clearly separated, and high wooden fences were built to protect each other. Among them, the several large camps on the outermost edge are the most exaggerated. It seems that they are here to fight and conflict with other tribes.

"Orcs, hehe," Kresto made some strange mocking noises, "These big guys have always been like this. Some of them used to be blind, but they did it in my territory. I had to invite them all out."

"Ron, this place is still far away from the boundary of God's perception range, but to be on the safe side, I won't show up with you yet. You - eh?!"

The Crystal Dragon turned around and tilted its wings to send Ron off to the ground. However, when he turned back, he was startled by Ron's appearance at this moment.

It’s not that Ron is so good-looking that he can stop crying like an adult dragon at night. In fact, the “open-air plane” just now had a big impact on Ron. At this moment, his face is blue and purple, and his eyebrows, temples and beard are covered with stubble. It was covered with a thick layer of ice ballast, and the solidified shape was quite wild. You can imagine how fast and intense Kresto was flying just now.

"Ta-ta-da...I never...never thought...being a dragon knight would be...a hard job...ta-ta-da..."

Ron's upper and lower teeth kept banging against each other, and he just couldn't get over it. The cold-proof props on his body are of no use at all, or they are useful but not completely useful - without them, Ron would probably freeze to death at high altitude!

Now Ron is forced to become an old man with a white beard, which is considered a good ending... This is too torturous!

"I'm sorry," Kleisto quickly figured out what was going on and couldn't help but lowered his head guiltily, "I'm not used to having someone sitting on my back... I should provide you with some protection measures."

As a crystal dragon that breathes out radiant breath, Kleisto can theoretically provide protection to Ron, but as he said, most dragons are not used to being used as mounts, so they will not habitually protect the ones on their backs. Wide position to keep warm or cold.

As for the dragon knights, those dragons and riders who are mounts usually have a very tacit cooperation, and most of the dragon knights are strong warriors. They have good physical fitness and also wear thick armor. Even the casters among them generally don't know how to do it. Wearing only a robe.

Ron picked it up this time.

"I have every reason to suspect that you did it on purpose," Ron glared at the crystal dragon. As the positive energy controlled by the dragon softly enveloped Ron's body, he slowly recovered, " So, I have to rush in alone and rush to the front of Shenji? "

"Just make some noise, enough to alarm a twenty- to thirty-meter-tall Titan." Kleisto smiled, "I also want to be with you, but this is his territory, and I can't Take the risk..."

"I think it's better for you to take this risk. If the Frost God takes you down with your eggs and dragons, he will have no reason to keep my friends anymore," Ron snorted, a look on his face Still numb and heavy, positive energy treatment can heal his frostbite, but it can't melt the ice on his face. "Then what are you going to do?"

"Well, of course, we are making some back-up arrangements," Kleisto looked quite sincere, "Don't worry, we have the same demands, how could I do anything unfavorable to you? This is all for you and For the sake of your friends, I swear!”

"It's useless for you to swear," Ron sighed, raising his hand and pointing to the taller buildings behind the orc camps, shadowed in the night, "That should be the camp of the frost giants, right? Do you think I How many spells do I need to use from here to attracting the attention of the god?"

"I'm just a spell caster. I won't be a match for that god's descendant even if I'm in perfect condition. Are you going to make me face him exhausted?"

Kleisto blinked, opened his mouth, and spit out a string of pearl necklaces on Ron's head: "Hey - this, this is for you, this pearl necklace can be worn every day The person can restore spell slots below the sixth level three times..."

"Not enough." That was the descendant of the giant god, and even three hundred spells to restore Ron were not enough.

"Wow -" Kleisto was really generous. When he saw Ron starting to slack off in his work, he took out a bunch of gadgets without saying a word, "This quill allows you to write down in the spell book again and prepare it immediately. A spell; on this piece of paper, you can write down three spells as your prepared spells; and this staff, which can activate the fireball spell after being raised twelve times; this dagger..."

The crystal dragon began to introduce these little gadgets like treasures. This was not because he was generous. These things were basically disposable items. Besides the necklace, they were not the diamonds that fascinated him, or the ornaments that could refract light, prophecy collections, astronomical works or star maps. Although these were still his collections, they were not so precious. Now it was related to more important things, and these could be sacrificed.

Ron checked these bits and pieces, quickly used up those props that could be used in advance, and then nodded to the crystal dragon and walked quickly towards the camps.

His target was not those inconspicuous dwarf or human camps. Since he wanted to make a fuss, of course he had to choose the most eye-catching target - such as the largest territory besides the frost giant camp.

As he got closer, Ron straightened his collar and looked up. On the wooden sentry post in front of the orc camp, two strong orcs were warming themselves around a brazier. Their eyes kept scanning the darkness around them. If nothing unexpected happened, they should be able to find him soon.

As expected, Ron took less than ten steps forward again. One of the orc sentinels got up first, picked up the weapon beside him, and shouted at Ron:

"Stop! What are you doing!"

"This is the territory of the Yefeng tribe, strangers, get out of here!"

Ron did not move forward, but he did not retreat. He stood 200 meters away from the sentry post, raised his white-haired face like an old man, smiled and looked at the two orcs, and answered:

"Not strangers, but friends who have returned."

The frost-covered hair and beard were as hard as iron in the cold evening breeze: "'Old' friends." (End of this chapter)