Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Although after building the chariot, Karad almost never rode his huge wolf, one thing that cannot be ignored is that he has never been alone!

Even if Sarona wanted to hide in the fight, she had no time, and the other drow assassins were already in danger. When the wolf riders who had been following behind for a long time launched a fatal charge, almost all the lives in the jungle were completely exposed to the sharp teeth of the wolf and the spears and scimitars of the goblin riders!

Horses or griffin cavalry rushing into the dense forest may be like cutting off one's arm, but the wolf pack doesn't care about that! The drow assassin felt like she was swept by a war puppet. When she came to her senses in a brief loss of consciousness, a huge wolf had already rushed her several meters away.

Fortunately, the halberd hanging behind her head did not have time to perform a "separation operation" on her head, but unfortunately-she also had similar regrets.

"Old friend, come back!" The hobgoblin's shout made the huge wolf jump back before Sarona picked up the dagger to fight back. The surviving hobgoblin twisted his neck and made a "crackling" sound. When he looked at Sarona, his face was filled with joy and satisfaction.

"It seems that your so-called "bad omen" is not able to take me away from the real world! Huh?!"

"You are too proud too early," Sarona looked around the battlefield with an uncertain face. Unexpectedly but not unexpectedly, her men were in a complete rout, and a mastermind who should have come out to turn the tide was nowhere to be seen. "Luibold?! You cowardly and despicable underground worm! If you dare to abandon us and run away, I will surrender to them now and tell them all your plans!"

Karad raised one arm, signaling his mount, which was now in charge of the wolf cavalry (mainly responsible for the part of the wolf), to suspend the attack. He had wondered why a large group of drows instead of cultists suddenly appeared here. Although he needed the battle itself, and mistakenly thought that the so-called Gray Ruins Dragon Society had already converted the nearby followers of Rose, it now seemed that there was something else going on.

But there seemed to be no one in the surrounding woods ready to respond to Sarona's questioning.

"Luibod?!" Sarona gritted her teeth and shouted again, "Luibod Stenu, get out of here!"

After experiencing the ambushes and the baptism of the wolf riders, only less than ten drow assassins remained. At this moment, they had to slowly move closer to their leader under the coercion of the goblins in order to get a chance to fight for the last time. Although these assassins didn't know much about Sarona and Luibod, even a fool should understand at this point: they were sold.

"I ask you for the third time, Luipaud! If you don't come out, I will throw myself at them--"

Karade frowned, listening to the drow's shout while taking the time to recover his strength. Suddenly, a shadow seemed to be slowly covering him--no one noticed this, and even he himself didn't quite believe his intuition this time...

Not quite believe it? Intuition? This is a battlefield!

The earth elf no longer hesitated, and the halberd in his hand rolled back and hooked towards the shadow that was very close to him, and shouted at the same time: "Wake up! Don't be fooled by the enemy's hints!"

At the moment when Karade made a move, the shadow "jumped up" from the ground as if it had no weight, avoiding the earth elf's attack, but the other party had no intention of retreating. When he found that he had been exposed, a broad two-handed sword emerged from the shadow and slashed towards Karade's face!

Who could have expected that an assassin's weapon would be a big sword? ! Ron might not be surprised, but for a hobgoblin, this kind of mental shock is real!

But why did they suddenly mention Ron?

Because he has arrived.

"Resist!" A young male voice swept across the entire battlefield at this moment. A total of twelve shadows were forced out of the shadows by this sentence containing arcane energy. Including the assassin who wanted to attack Karad, there were a total of thirteen hidden assassins. At the same time, a shackle-like orange-yellow crystal rose under their feet, making it difficult to move in a short time.

Ron, who was still wearing pajamas, stood beside Karad. His eyes were still a little blurry, obviously due to lack of sleep. He looked around in surprise: "Karad? Such a big battle this time!"

"This is what I want, but not what I want." Karad said a little strangely, but people who knew him naturally understood what he meant: he longed for a conflict, but not here.

The hobgoblins don't have any concept of defending their country. What they want most is to let others defend their country.

"No way, this fight has come to our doorstep..." Ron nodded vaguely, and then looked at the assassin who was closest and had already taken out his two-handed broadsword, "This shape is a bit unique... Let me think, everything is empty?"

The other party obviously ignored Ron's sudden question, but just mobilized his facial muscles as much as possible, glaring at the young man who suddenly "appeared".

"It seems that it doesn't matter," Ron muttered, "In fact, you can try it. What if you get the answer right? I might be gentler."

"But forget it if you can't answer. I can't just kill you before I figure out the situation, right? Who is the mastermind behind you? Let him come out and talk to me."

Ron's eyes swept across the remaining drow on the battlefield. These dark elves looked like scapegoats. Although they were probably the main participants, they were definitely not the main planners. Could it be that the other party had really run away?

"Are you Ron? The new lord here?" Just as Ron was thinking with his head down, Sarona interrupted him. The leader of this group of drow still did not put down his weapon, but she looked at Ron with a clear expectation.

"It's me," Ron nodded, "Why, are you planning to stage a 'two dead bodies, blood splattered five steps' drama? You couldn't even kill Karad, I have a lot more tricks than him - although I'm not good at commanding troops to fight."

Sorona certainly didn't understand the story of Commoner's Wrath, but she probably understood what Ron wanted to express, and immediately shook her head: "No, I don't plan to do that, on the contrary I..."

Sorona's voice stopped, and the eyes of all the sharp people present suddenly turned to the same direction, there, in an open space on the battlefield, a bald man suddenly appeared.

He was holding a goblin in his hand. (End of this chapter)