Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

They had always known that a juvenile Bogthroat was wandering around in delusion.

But the creature turns into an ambush predator after a frenzied feeding period that only lasts a month.

As for it that fell into the underground waterway, Ron and the others were powerless even if they wanted to eradicate it. It was better to let it go, as long as it didn't eat into their territory blindly.

But he never expected that the Swampthroat Monster would actually come here and eat the black dragon's head.

"It seems to be the will of the gods, asking me to add the name of this creature to my achievements!" Sera stuck out her tongue and licked her dry lips, "Chief, I ask you to give me this honor. I will decide the final blow to kill this monster!"

"Humans?!" At this time, the black dragon's young dragon had also discovered them, with astonishment and shock in his tone, "Why are you here? Leave quickly! This kind of creature is very dangerous!"

"Yu, the task I give you should be to drive them away, not to lure them here - my days of ambushing humanoids are gone forever!"

"But Master -" Will-o'-the-Wisp's voice was full of grievance, "I think what they said makes sense, you need help to solve it!"

The black dragon's tone was full of annoyance. This race is indeed the most bad-tempered among the dragons: "I don't need any help! You idiot without a brain! They will only give me points -"

"Gu——"

Before the black dragon finished speaking, the Swampthroat monster opposite had already taken advantage of its distraction and popped out its deadly tongue.

"Look at me and say—ho!"

A piece of flesh and blood was torn off the shoulder of the young black dragon, and it responded with a breath full of acid.

The Swampthroat is almost an adult, and the Black Dragon, which is still in its infancy, is evenly matched. As long as you are not careful, your life will be in danger.

And after at least half a month's time, the black dragon will have no choice but to run away when it sees the opponent - even for a small beast, the growth rate of the Swampthaw is considered fast. The dragon clan is powerful, but it takes time to develop. It's just too long.

For at least ten years, the young black dragons are unlikely to be a match for the adult Bogmaw. The blue dragon that can spit lightning is naturally restrained, but they are all in the desert, thousands of miles away from here.

But this black dragon is obviously lucky. It has a relatively bright will-o'-the-wisp and the helpers attracted by it.

"Get out of the way!" Ivy yelled and raised the tower shield - since defeating the manticore, the gem had been transferred and set on the shield.

Because both the half-elf and the helping Victoria felt that it was too stupid for a tower shield warrior to open his shield in order to release a spell.

There are downsides to this, of course: it can be a little embarrassing if the gem comes loose in the middle of a fight.

"What-" Black Dragon didn't know what these guys wanted to do, but the sense of crisis in his blood caused his body to react before his brain.

"Zi-la-"

A thick beam of lightning instantly burst out from the hillside next to the lair, engulfing the Swampthroat in an instant. When the lightning dissipated, Ron's flaming arrows and Dryford's arrows followed closely behind.

But Bogmaw seems to only respond more strongly to the latter's damage.

"Bogmaw is resistant to fire damage, mage!" The black dragon let out an ugly laugh, "You should change your spell!"

"For example, this-"

The black dragon raised its head, as if it was brewing something. When the Swampthroat was about to get rid of the negative effects of the lightning strike, a sticky acid arrow was finally spit out by the black dragon and hit the body of the Swampthroat hard. superior.

"Ha, it seems I came just in time!" Sera rolled deftly, avoiding the splash of acid arrows and the hasty capture of Swampmaw. When she stood up, the double-edged giant ax seemed to be ambushed in the water. The giant crocodile raised its sharp fangs and scraped a deep and long gash on the Swampthroat's body.

It's just that the barbarian's fighting style has always been brave and lack of consideration, so the Swampmaw was not killed in one blow. Its mouthparts were close to the ground and swept across. Sera could only watch the terrifying organ heading straight for her face.

"Command Technique·Stand Still!"

"Mage's Hand!"

Ron and Victoria started chanting almost at the same time, but Victoria's goal was to prevent Swampmaw's follow-up actions, while Ron used the hand of the mage to block Sera's way.

Judging from the results, Victoria's idea was obviously not very easy to use. The mage's hand was instantly shattered, but Sera also got a chance to breathe.

She swung her great ax again, easily ending the life of the Bogmaw.

"Glom is watching me!"

The barbarian looked up to the sky and roared, but Ron couldn't tell whether this was a show off, a piety to the gods, or a catharsis of emotions after the disaster.

Or all three.

"You really need to change your ways." Victoria complained, reaching out to check Sera's body for any injuries, "I can't attach your head to the cavity and resurrect you!"

"Isn't it because of you!" Sera showed her sharp fangs and said with a silly smile, "You will never let me, a 'poor fool', die, will you?"

"You are so cooperative." Black Dragon stood up meaningfully and patted his paws symbolically. "I have been working with this thing for a long time, and it is obvious that we will continue - if you don't come."

"Thanks to your rescue."

"You have to thank your servant for this," Ron nodded to it and You, and the will-o'-the-wisp immediately responded with rhythmic flames, "If it weren't for it, we wouldn't have come here - it's too far."

"I noticed the traces of the Swampmaw when I was hunting in the underground river. At that time, I thought it would go to find you, so I asked You to drive you away," the black dragon sighed humanely, "I didn't expect this thing to have such a big appetite and actually came for me."

"You speak the common language well," Ron looked at the black dragon, "I thought the dragon race was disdainful of learning other languages."

"Black dragons generally do, but my 'teacher' taught me that I should learn this course, so I learned it." The young dragon laughed, but its voice was definitely not pleasant.

"Oh, by the way, as the host here, I should introduce myself - please allow me to briefly speak a little dragon language to introduce my name."

"My name is - Exuri Drusenno (Exuri of Delusion Land)!"

Ron and others: "... Well, is that it, finished?"