Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"You, go and have a look."

The orc who first discovered Ron raised his leg and kicked his companion next to him. Although both of them were considered sturdy men to Ron, when they compared them, the other one was obviously weaker in status and momentum.

"Why is it me again..."

"Stop talking nonsense, just go if I tell you to go!"

The orc who was kicked again muttered, picked up the scimitar at hand, walked down the sentry post, and slowly approached Ron.

He didn't believe that there would be any dangerous people here. Those cowards in Yungang could only toss around in the water and pretend that they were "pirates". On the shore, they didn't even dare to fart, so how could they have the courage to come here alone?

What's more, this was an old man with a white beard...

The orc who was taught a lesson by his companion for no reason because of Ron certainly didn't dare to vent his anger on his companion. So, Ron, an elderly traveler walking alone on a snowy night, naturally became the object of his venting. Ron looked at the orc who was showing his ill intentions, and raised his leg to pretend to pat the snow on his boots.

The action of patting the snow was meaningless. Ron was not a water bird, and it was impossible for him to stand on one leg without inserting his boots into the snow. But he didn't really want to pat the snow. In the dark, the orc who was approaching and preparing to take action didn't notice at all. A black metal product was pulled out of the boot with Ron's action and held in his hand that was naturally hidden behind his back.

"Hey, raise your head!" The orc who was only ten steps away from Ron scolded, "It's so dark, I can't see your face!"

Orcs are a race with dark vision like elves. It's a bit funny that an orc sentinel said he couldn't see clearly at this distance. Ron estimated that he couldn't see his neck hidden by frost.

"Go forward, step by step!"

The orc immediately gave the second order. His intention was quite obvious at this time. Anyone who was not a fool would turn around and run away when seeing his appearance. Then, this young man would become the target of his companion who raised the bow and arrow above him.

According to the general process, they would first shoot the legs and feet of the intruder with bows and arrows. If the opponent dared to try to fight back, they would shoot through his hands or shoulders, and finally the orc on the ground would walk over and kill him with a knife.

But today, the orc holding the knife below did not think that the enemy above him would give him this opportunity - he would probably shoot this person to death directly, so that all the credit would be his.

So, maybe... the fact that this old guy did not run away but walked towards him obediently was a good thing?

"Pfft!" What the orc on the ground could think of, the orc on the post naturally thought of it. He put down the bow and arrow and spat on the seat where his companion had sat before with dissatisfaction.

In this cold weather, the sputum quickly solidified into a solid. Maybe the orc sentry would feel a little uncomfortable when he sat back, but he probably wouldn't feel sick.

Because Ron didn't intend to let him go back.

"Very good, come a little closer..." The orc raised the scimitar in his hand. When Ron really took another step forward obediently, he grinned and swung the knife down!

"Crack", a light sound, it didn't seem like the sound of a scimitar chopping into bones, but as Ron's figure swayed in front of the orc, hot blood instantly gushed out of his neck.

The frost, which was not a disguise, fell from Ron's face. He raised his head, looked at the orc on the sentry, and smiled. The green glow flickered in his eye sockets, and it was more conspicuous than obvious in the night.

"Uh... uh uh——" The orc on the ground didn't understand why blood came out before his knife chopped down? He touched his neck again. Half of his body was already a little cold and stiff, but there was more blood on this side of his neck.

He seemed to understand something, but he seemed to understand nothing. But in any case, the thoughts of an orc were no longer important tonight. He fell forward in the snow, and as the bright red blood spread in the snow, his consciousness completely entered the darkness.

After all this happened, the orcs who were already dumbfounded on the sentry finally reacted.

"Gruumsh! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The orc sentry rushed to the horn beside him like crazy and blew it with all his strength. The majestic and loud voice quickly rang in the orc camp and even the entire area!

He succeeded! In the hands of the terrible guy who killed Harts in just one second! He successfully grabbed the horn and sounded the alarm!

The orc, who had almost squeezed out the little bit of warm air in his lungs, gave up after completing his mission. He turned around and wanted to watch his own death god come to him and kill him, which would make him die a little more peacefully than his companions. However, when he turned around, the young man disguised as an old man had already appeared in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

"Have you finished reporting the news?"

In that moment, the orc sentinel swore to Gruumsh, the god of storms and war, that he really wanted to stand up straight and face death calmly. However, facing the young man's strange green eyes, what he said was: "Not yet..."

"Then continue." Ron nodded and put the black blade dagger without a drop of blood on it back into his boot. The original plan was to make a bigger noise, but now it seems that the horn of this orc tribe is loud enough.

The orc didn't know what the other party meant. Now he couldn't use his brain to think normally. He could only mechanically pick up the horn again and take a deep breath.

The alarm sounded throughout the sky again.

"What happened?!" Ron saw that not only this camp, but also several tribes around quickly lit torches, illuminating the night sky like daylight, and that's not all. There were also a lot of responses from the frost giants in the depths!

Just two horns have alarmed almost everyone here!

However, Ron did not feel any pleasure after his plan was easily realized. In the next second, he disappeared from the spot. The light of the scroll of the Phantom Step dimmed in his hand, and the sentry post where he was standing just now was smashed into pieces by a huge palm!

"You... really dare to come!"

The familiar voice conveyed a clear message at this moment, and Ron's face turned pale. It was the heir of the frost god! The sound of the horn not only alarmed all the tribes, but also "lured" him out! (End of this chapter)