Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Sylvia seemed to be very good at piling up her sentences with some awkward and gorgeous words, but Ron heard one thing clearly from that tactful tone: they had nowhere to go, and they were willing to contribute to their development and construction. Contribute.

"Then I very much welcome you to join us," Ron shook hands with Sylvia, his hands were cold, "please rest assured that there will be no prejudice against vampires and drows in our place. We are all descended from the world."

"That's the best," Sylvia smiled and nodded, "Please allow us to clean up briefly, and then where should we go?"

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Ron and others: "..."

It's bad, I was already lost, and now I followed those black-eyed slave traders to this place, and I'm even more lost.

"Don't panic, don't panic!" Ivy took a map handed over by a slave - now a free man - which was ripped from the body of a spell caster.

"Ron, Victoria! Do you think this is a location marked by magic?"

Ron and Victoria immediately approached, and Sylvia also followed: "Yes, this yellow dot is our current location, and the green dot should be their destination."

That is, a trading post.

"But we have to act quickly," Sylvia frowned, "As the caster dies, the logo above will gradually fade until it disappears."

"It's better to wait a moment," Victoria took out the medicines and potions she carried, "Come on, share it with everyone, you can't walk far in your current state."

"Sylvia, the same goes for you."

"Don't touch me!" When Victoria opened the cork of a healing potion and prepared to treat Sylvia, the vampire made a sharp blast.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I lost my composure." After a moment, Sylvia, who had fled far away, realized that she had overreacted just now, and quickly apologized to Victoria, who looked confused, "I am a vampire, although I am not A true vampire, but conventional treatments will still hurt me."

"I appreciate your kindness."

"Then your injury..." Victoria's frown relaxed a little, "I won't treat it negatively."

Treatment methods for undead creatures can only be used by priests who believe in evil gods. It seems that she cannot effectively treat Sylvia.

"I don't know if you have prepared the wounding technique." Observing Victoria's expression, Sylvia knew that the other party had not. "I can use that to treat the injury. In addition, blood and raw meat can make the wound better, but that It only takes effect when I rest and meditate.”

"Sylvia has a very superb arcane talent, but her race is more troublesome," Seymour said with a smile, "So if you are short of manpower for adventures in the future, you have to call me!"

"I beg to differ," Sylvia raised her chin slightly, "Didn't you see just now? There is already a rogue in the benefactor's team. You are late."

"But that's a goblin..." Seymour opened his mouth and closed it again knowingly. It’s hard to say which one is more unpopular, the lone goblin or the drow.

"What about you?" Ron looked at Sylvia with interest, "Are you an arcane spellcaster?"

"That's right!" Sylvia nodded, "Besides, my skills are not bad either. It will be difficult for that Bakoyannis to gain the upper hand when sparring with me, unless she wants to kill her."

"And when I was in Carolina, the person who was responsible for 'training' me was a disgusting weird old mage - although disgusting, he was still a mage. I learned a lot of spells there, as well as human language, elven language, dwarf language and Part of dragon language.”

After speaking, Sylvia, half to show off her skills and half to prove herself, repeated the common language just now in four other languages. Except for dragon language, she spoke them all very fluently.

"Elvish is a bit too rigid. There were a few places where the pronunciation should have been like this -" As a true Elvish master, Ivy immediately corrected several errors in Sylvia's grammar and pronunciation, while the latter Like a good student who listens carefully, he carefully remembers Ivy's suggestions in his heart and practices them constantly to deepen his memory.

"With your attitude, that mage must like you very much, right?" Looking at her eagerness to learn, Ivy couldn't help but sigh.

"On the contrary," Sylvia's eyes flashed with hatred that was so thick that she could hardly dissolve it. "He once made me stand in the snowdrifts outside in the coldest winter and recite spells; he also once put my My hands were beaten to pieces, and I was given a beaker full of strong acid and asked to hold it high without spilling a drop; there were countless other punishments."

"The only purpose of my efforts is to one day escape from his clutches and live the free and easy life of my dreams!"

"It's just..." Sylvia smiled self-deprecatingly, "There are some habits that I have been cultivating since I was four years old. They have accompanied me through the darkest days, and they are still with me - I can't seem to quit. "

"It's not necessarily a good thing. If Carolina is still around and that mage doesn't die, you will never be truly free," Victoria said. "They have invested a lot of money in you, and they will definitely consider taking you back." Go."

"Yes... you are right," Sylvia was silent for a moment and nodded, "I will not slack off until I complete the final revenge."

"Same for us!" The remaining people who temporarily escaped from the clutches of the devil also roared.

"Well, I'm glad you're willing to join us," Ron said with a smile, "Carolina works for Mindatis, and I'm not against him, we have the same enemy."

"As for after defeating Mindatis, if Carolina wants to touch my people, she has to ask us first!"

"I didn't misjudge you!" Sylvia, Seymour and others smiled from the bottom of their hearts, "Please rest assured, we will definitely stand on the same front with you!"

"Well, let's not talk about the battle line, can we go and hunt some game to fill our stomachs first?" Sera muttered, "We only have four and a half rations, so many more people may not be enough to eat!"

"Please, sister, we are in the jungle now, can we starve to death?" Seymour grinned and picked up a machete from the ground, "Whether it's underground or on the surface - let me see how delicious the game in the forest on land is!"