Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"What a pity, Salona," the voice that excited and hated the female drow sounded. The owner still had that false gentle smile on his face. If he hadn't been carrying a comatose goblin, he would have been The most inconsistent existence here - even if everything here is attributed to him, "I always thought that drow are brave warriors who are not afraid of death, and the women among them are the best among the best. Are you going to Should I sell it to that little boy?"

"You really disappoint me."

"I should be the one to say this," Salona snorted coldly, "You let us be put in danger! The other party's power is different from what was promised! I want you to give me an explanation!"

"Explanation? Interesting." Luipold tilted his head. This action was innocent and cute on a little girl, but there were no good words left for a bald man to do this. "You should go find those two The reconnaissance Ember priests went to ask for explanations, oh sorry, they are already dead and have become your supplies. "

"To be honest, I'm surprised that you still can't beat me under such circumstances. But no matter what, my personal 'saying' has already been given and turned into a sweet fragrance."

Zhuoer was shocked by the other party's shamelessness, and her voice suddenly raised an octave: "You mean, you already knew all this?!"

"I'm not a warrior, Salona, ​​but at least I have a brain." The funeral bishop raised his other hand and tapped his bald head. "This is the boundary of their territory. Around the opponent's leader, only Thirty or forty goblins are not necessarily the result of carelessness."

After that, the bishop no longer answered Zhuoer, and instead nodded slightly to Ron and Kalad who were not far away: "Good evening, you two, I'm glad to see you."

Kalad's response was a cold snort, while Ron did not respond at all. He just focused his gaze on the goblin's hand controlled by Luipold, which made the bishop raise his eyebrows slightly.

"I heard that the lord here is a descendant of a reclusive nobleman. He is polite, humble and kind, but it seems that this is not the case now."

"You don't have to go to great lengths to call the mud-legged guy. Anyway, I have it all," Ron snorted, "I won't give etiquette to the opponent on the battlefield unless he is ready to surrender - do you want to do this? "

"It seems that hanging out with a group of goblins has made you lose your correct judgment on the behavior of 'war', sir," Luipold shook his head with some regret, "What are you going to say next?' There is no distinction between high and low on the battlefield. '? Ridiculous argument."

"These drow and shadow guards are for me to drive, and those goblins are your toys, let them fight, and we only need to negotiate after everything is over, exchange prisoners, and each provide chips, you don't Do you think so?”

"I'm not your toy!" Solona yelled angrily, "How dare you -"

"Shut up, you are their prisoner now, I am thinking about how to get you back," Luipold glanced at Drow coldly, and then looked at Ron, "Sir, what do you think?"

"I don't believe a word of what you said," Ron shook his head, "But you might as well tell me, what are you going to do to get your people back?"

"Ron, do you really want to promise him?" Kalad looked at Ron and asked. The latter didn't speak, just waved his hands slightly below.

"It's very simple, use him to replace it." Luipold raised the "Goblin" in his hand. "This guy is not an ordinary goblin, right? Although he has passed out, he still maintains his transformed state. It is really surprising. ”

"It's Jack," Kalad whispered, "The situation was a bit chaotic before, and I didn't have the energy to take care of him."

"Not enough," Ron nodded and looked at the other party with an unchanged expression, "The total number of prisoners I have here is almost thirty. If you plan to trade one for thirty, you can shut up."

"It seems that you have spent too much time with the goblins and you have lost your mind," the bishop said regretfully. "I only want Salona alone, why do I need others? They are all just... …”

The funeral bishop's eyes swept over the male drows, but he didn't even look at the so-called "shadow guards": "Haha."

"Luipold, you bastard!" Sallona interrupted angrily, "Even these men are still members of Rose's family! You have no right to decide our life or death!"

"It seems that you have not reached an agreement," Ron's mouth curled up slightly, "but I think you still seem to have some self-awareness. So, contact your colleagues and keep them away from here and no longer get involved in delusions. Damn it, I promise you - Jack can survive as a substitute."

"If you don't add any prerequisites, it seems like a wise move," Luipold smiled, "Your Excellency, the land here has an owner, and it belongs to my Lord. Your statement is tantamount to We also want to cede a large area of ​​territory, which is a bit excessive.”

"How about I come up with a plan: I will contact my colleagues, ask them to stop intruding on you for the time being, and let you leave here safely. How about that?"

"Otherwise, when my Lord's power descends like thunder and everything turns into ashes and ruins, I'm afraid it will be too late for you to regret."

Ron looked at each other, and the abnormal silence made Luipold have to tense up to deal with any possible situation. Finally, after this difficult moment was over, Ron suddenly said something without beginning or end:

“Would you watch the cooked duck fly off the table?”

"……Feel sorry?"

"I have had one or two encounters with that dragon lich. If you want to fool me, you'd better not use what you said just now," Ron said slowly. "Although I don't understand the specific principle, we are the key part of its final step - it may even be the final step itself, so even though we are not in its favor, it has to use us. In this case, do you think we can really get away?"

"You..." Bishop Luibold frowned, "You know more than I thought."

"It seems that we will have to fight again in the near future. ,'Lord,'" After a moment, the bishop stopped tangling with this issue, "But at least we can reach the most basic consensus, let Sarona come out, I will exchange the captives here with you. "

"Okay," Ron nodded, ignoring Karad's objection, "Karad, let that woman out."

The hobgoblin sighed and waved to the goblins to make way. However, just as Louis Bode was about to leave with Sarona, an arrowhead suddenly shot out from the forest and nailed to the side of his shoe. On a tree branch not far away, a hunter whose clothes were obviously different from the surrounding goblins was jokingly looking at the cultists and female drow below.

"Sir Ron, what do you mean?" Luibod turned to look at Ron, "Are you going to break your promise? You are..."

"Although I don't think that even if I really break my promise, there will be any serious consequences," Ron yawned and stretched, "but I must make it clear that I don't plan to regret it."

"What about this?"

"Didn't we agree just now, Jack, to change Sarona, one for one." Ron stood still, but several figures that were just covered by darkness appeared next to Luibod, the most conspicuous of which was a half-elf holding a huge tower shield more than one person tall.

"So she can leave but - you have to stay." (End of this chapter)