Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"No, not quite."

Ron carefully pieced together the skeleton, while letting Drivedo and You continue to search the room. After carefully comparing several bones, he made a new discovery:

"The owners of these skeletons are not very old. I can't say exactly how old they are, but they are definitely not aging individuals. In other words, they did not die of old age."

"And I didn't see any traces of disease on it, nor did I see the traces of the plague claimed in the message."

Even if Ron is not a forensic doctor or a clinician, he can still find quite a few clues on the bones. However, now he is a little dumbfounded: There are almost no traces of disease on these bones, fungi? Virus? bacteria? If the owners of these bones suffered from illness during their lifetime, then there must be corresponding reflections on the bones.

"Maybe it's because of the passage of time? Maybe their mine is really not infected with the plague?" Victoria took out a fragment of mandible from under the bed and threw it to Ron.

But when Ron accidentally took it and put it together with a half-leg bone with tooth marks on it, his hand suddenly stopped.

Sera who was watching suddenly sneered.

"I always thought...these tooth marks should be left by ghouls..." Ron separated the bones in his hands and put them together again in shock, but the result did not change at all.

Although there are varying degrees of wear on both the teeth and bones, the match is enough to be used as evidence.

"They starved to death," Sylvia sighed, "and finally had to be reduced to this."

"But no matter whether they are victims or survivors, they will not escape death." Ron smiled bitterly, "What exactly happened here? That made the last queen have to close the mine?"

The clues provided by Jin Long now seem to be unreliable. The adult golden dragon was probably just a bystander in the kingdom at that time, and the clues he got were just hearsay, and he never went into the mine himself.

Ron found no trace of the disease here, and the Queen didn't even consider the people inside when she sealed it off. So what was the reason that made him issue such an order?

"And there is another question," Victoria said, "Why are these people staying here? Even if our compatriots won't let them out, shouldn't they go to the entrance and exit of the mine to call for help?"

"They just accepted their fate and were trapped here until they died?"

"Maybe, but he was dragged back to the lair by ghouls and beasts," Sera shrugged, "Isn't this a bit suspicious?"

"A normally functioning mine would allow ghouls and beasts to run rampant? They are obviously latecomers."

"Oh, you smart people always like to make wild guesses!" Sera scratched her scalp irritably, "Why don't we just go down! There must be more clues below than above!"

"You have to use your brain! Your brain is used to counterweight the headbutt, not for you to waste time in this wretched place!"

"Okay, okay," Ron stood up with a smile and dusted off his hands, "Let's go, let's get ready to go down!"

"Hey, you!" Dreyfudou and You were anxious, "What do you mean by these people! We didn't ask you here just to play with dead people's bones!"

The goblin hunter kicked open a box on the bedside. The lock of the iron box was already rusty and could be opened with just one kick. The light of gold coins filled the room.

"Gold, gold! You just pretended you didn't see it?!"

For Ron, the curiosity to explore far outweighed the desire for gold coins at this time, but the goblin ignored this and insisted on stuffing all the gold coins into his wallet.

"You won't carry me!" Dreyfudo followed angrily at the back of the team, carrying a bag full of coins on his shoulders.

"It seems that this place itself is a gold mine." On the way underground, Ron and the others occasionally saw scattered gold nuggets on the ground, but it was obvious that the creatures here were no longer interested in gold.

Dreyfudo refused to accept anyone who came, and gold coins were scattered all over the ground along the way, while the large chunks of gold he carried on his back became more and more.

After having You help him explore the road, he was happy to have some free time and simply concentrated on picking up the gold behind.

"Be careful, these golds are cursed, Drivedo!" Ivy laughed at him, "If you are corrupted because of picking up gold, we will have to kill you."

"Bah, bah, bah!" The goblin bared his teeth in a threatening expression, "I will not be corrupted! I am the most upright, loyal, and indestructible Lord Driver!"

"Okay, stop making trouble," Ron suddenly dimmed the light spell and led his companions into a nearby passage, "Did you hear it? There are dragging and footsteps coming up from below!"

"Maybe it's getting dark outside," You Qu walked around in front, "It's time for those ghouls to look for food and move around."

"Are you going to kill them all and just lay an ambush here?"

This is a relatively narrow tunnel. No matter how numerous and fierce the opponent is, when you get here, you have to ask for the tower shield in Ivy's hand.

"Let me help you cover your breath." Sylvia chanted a spell softly, and a hazy gray curtain enveloped Ron and others.

While waiting with bated breath, the chaotic footsteps got closer and closer. The ghouls dragged their heavy and stiff corpses up from the lower level of the mine.

"I say," Driver glanced outside, "Can ghouls be colorful?"

"Of course," Sylvia introduced like a treasure, "Generally speaking, ghouls will appear corrupted gray, but due to various reasons: such as eating the flesh and blood of magical creatures, being exposed to radiation in the environment or other reasons, they may undergo different transformations and become variants."

"The skin of a type of ghoul will become pale and transparent, their strength and agility will be greatly enhanced, and their claws will become larger. This white ghoul is usually called a war ghoul. Necromancers, such as the old man who taught me, like them very much."

" Another type of skin will become swollen and pus-filled, showing a moldy green color. Their bodies have the ability to spread diseases, so they are called plague ghouls - I guess the plague in the Golden Dragon information is them. "

"And the third type of skin is dark red, called famine ghouls. They become thin and dry, and their bites are accompanied by curses, slowly draining the victim's self-awareness. If this pain lasts for a long time, the victim will be infected with the unclean hunger for fresh meat, and it will be beyond their control, and then they will be transformed into ordinary gray ghouls. "

Sylvia introduced it all at once: "That's it, what types have you seen?"

"All of them. "