Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Smelly and noisy.

There was a loud and harsh noise in my ears, and a fishy and unpleasant smell penetrated my nose.

When Ron licked his chapped lips and opened his eyes again, the ground was still full of bones and broken flesh, and the pile of moldy and rotten straw was still cushioned under him.

Across the rusty iron railing, less than two meters away from Ron, three ferocious creatures that were twice as big as wolves were staring at him from the prison next door, salivating.

"It's not a dream..." Ron smiled bitterly. Only now did he fully accept the fact that he had traveled through time.

The drunk guy in the medicinal chemistry lab next door dry-exploded the hydrogen bottle.

And as soon as he came over, he appeared here inexplicably, in a goblin prison.

Naturally, this group of notorious guys couldn't let go of the delicacies that fell from the sky, but because Ron's appearance was indeed strange, they chose to keep him alone next to the warg pen instead of immediately making a food reserve.

But when Ron held his hand on the railing and peeked outside at a goblin gatherer who was wielding a butcher knife to cut meat of unknown origin, he really didn't dare to confirm how long he could live.

He had to find a way to escape.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.

If Ron's memory from his previous life is correct, rats and wolves are to goblins what dogs and horses are to humans.

So, the appearance of these mice is no accident, they must be followed by their owners.

Sure enough, after a while, a goblin appeared at the door. There is an old scar on his face, across his left eye that cannot be opened, and behind his back is a crudely made short bow.

It is worth noting that he is carrying a large rat with snow-white fur on his shoulders. Compared with the same kind that is only suitable for crawling on the ground, this big rat with an injured back is obviously more valued by its owner.

Is this his pet?

Ron remembered that goblins were a race based on a caste system consisting of whippers, hunters, gatherers, and pariahs. Only the upper castes were allowed to keep special breeds of rats as pets.

Maybe it's a goblin hunter?

"Daven! Get here!" the goblin hunter yelled arrogantly, "Look what happened to my baby? It was bitten by those furry rats while hunting, and it has been sleeping since then. I don’t want to eat blood or flesh!”

Even though he was in his lair, the hunter still spoke relatively fluently in Common, and he seemed very proud of it.

This was convenient for Ron. Although he was instilled with some knowledge after traveling through time, he could only understand Common Language and knew nothing about Goblin Language.

"One-eyed dragon Dryford!" The goblin gatherer came over very reluctantly. He also imitated the other person and spoke Common Language, but his speech was very poor. "You know clearly that we have been short of water and food for a long time. Why are you feeding it to your rats?"

"It's a good time to be sick, leave it to me, so we can have some more food!"

"How dare you!" Dreyfudou threatened and bared his teeth at the other party, "How dare you treat a hunter like this!"

"All the food is brought by our hunters, I can give it to whoever I want!"

The food is still carried and cut by us gatherers.

Dawen shrank his neck, but didn't dare to talk back. He had no choice but to take the white rat and examine it carefully under Dreyfudo's lewd force.

Ron looked curiously through the iron door. He had a clue about this white mouse's problem. Rats and mice in the laboratory also often bite each other, and many diseases arise from this.

"This should be a secondary trauma caused by a fight. Judging from the condition of your mouse, it should be infected. If it is isolated and disinfected in time, it may still be curable." Ron saw Dawen looking back and forth at the A big white rat couldn't help but remind him.

"Do you know how to treat it?" Drayford's eyes first turned to Ron, and then glared at Davin, "Let him out for treatment quickly, I can't lose my baby!"

"But, he is the one who fell from the sky..."

"I don't care if it fell from the sky or grew from the ground! I want my baby to live rather than die!" Drayford screamed.

Davin curled his lips, returned the rat to Drivedo, then obediently took out the key and released Ron: "Go ahead, hum."

Ron did not rush over. Instead, he carefully examined the surrounding environment and then picked some plants and fungi from dark and damp places.

There are no ready-made medicines here, so he can only use what is available.

"What are these?" Drayford looked dissatisfied at the plants that Ron handed over after he approached, "My baby is not a vegetarian!"

"It doesn't eat it, you eat it," Ron said succinctly. "Chew it up, spit it out, and apply it on the wound."

Dreyfus' suspicious eyes lingered between Ron, the plants in his hands, and the rat for a while, then he resolutely snatched the herbs, put them in his mouth and chewed them.

"Bah! It's so damn painful!" When the goblin hunter spit out a lump of herbal mud and applied it to the rat's wound, his already yellow-green face looked even greener.

"Your method had better work, or I'll strip you--" Before Driver finished his threat, the originally unconscious rat began to tremble slightly in his arms, accompanied by a faint, surviving cry.

"Magrubiye! It's alive, it's alive!" Driver hugged his "baby" excitedly and shook it vigorously.

"Oh my God, you must be the messenger sent by the God of War to save my baby!" After a long while, after confirming that the rat was really out of danger, Driver stood up excitedly and waved his claws at Ron.

Unfortunately, most goblins are only 1.12 meters tall. Even if this hunter is taller, he still looks like a child in front of Ron. If he wants to hug Ron, he can only hug his legs.

"What a miracle! Usually, this kind of rat can only be killed and eaten."

Not only Driver was ecstatic, but even Daven and other goblins expressed their surprise. But Ron could only understand what Daven was saying.

"Shut up Daven!" Driver glared at him fiercely, "I think we should report to the boss. Let this human be the collector and demote you to a pariah!"

"Gatherer? Whoever wants to be one can be one," Daven angrily said to Driver, "There is almost nothing left here, even the river has stopped flowing, what can we collect?"