Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"There's nothing left?" Ron stopped Drayford, who was about to give Davin a look, and asked quickly, "What does this mean?"

"This Dawen just said that you are short of water and food..."

"That's what it means." Driver looked at Ron more. This human was the savior of his precious mouse. He was happy to answer the other person's questions. "So the boss said that we should chase some deer to the north. Go. However, when I went to explore the north, I felt that the farther north I went, the colder it became - I had only walked for two days, and this shouldn't happen. "

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"I have captured some prisoners before, and they all said that there is a warm and humid plain to the north. But my feeling is completely different from theirs."

Little rain, lack of food, and getting... colder?

Ron seemed to remember something. In the geology elective course that semester, the teacher seemed to have talked about a similar incident, a catastrophe that almost strangled the entire human civilization in its cradle.

If you can save the life of the big white rat and survive for a while, what if you save the lives of these goblins? Can it be exchanged for my own safety or even... freedom?

And if they really want to go to the north as Dreyfuddo said, they won't be able to survive... It will be a real natural disaster hell.

Thinking of this, Ron quickly said: "I need to see your boss immediately! You can't go north!"

"Why -" Drayford was about to ask, but simply changed his mind, "Okay! I'll go talk to the boss, you're waiting here!"

It's in vain to ask. Goblin hunters have and only have combat-related talents, and those who can speak Common Language like Dryford are considered diligent and eager to learn.

Moreover, didn't this human explain nothing when he gave him the pile of "bitter herbs" just now? Didn’t it also save Baymax’s life?

Drayford was very satisfied with his stupidity and wisdom, so he immediately turned around and disappeared into the corridor at a trot. There was only a reply from him instructing Dawen:

"Davin, take care of my baby and his savior! Otherwise I will skin you!"

"Sigh, you son of a bitch!"

Dawen spat on the ground angrily.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of waiting for Drivedo, Ron walked around freely in this space that was a combination of a prison, a stable and a slaughterhouse. The goblins around him were all impressed by Ron's method just now, and no one stopped him at all.

Ron strolled closer to the prison designed to hold prisoners.

Except for a man lying on the ground who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, there was no other living person inside.

Needless to say, those unlucky guys must have all turned into food reserves under Dawen's sword.

"Who is this guy?" Ron pointed at the person inside casually, "Looks like a woman?"

"It's just a half-elf," Dawen glanced inside, "What do you care about whether it's a boy or a girl? It's just a piece of meat in my mouth."

"I'm just curious. Don't you have any other thoughts about her?"

Ron put it more tactfully. Mainly influenced by some small software in his previous life, Ron always wanted to confirm whether goblins or goblins would do that kind of thing to prisoners.

"Why would I have thoughts about food?!" The goblin was not stupid, and Davin instantly understood what Ron meant. "I admit that there are some freaks in our race, but you can't be so stereotyped!"

"The person I love, Dawen, should be a bugbear! At least it should be a burly goblin girl - definitely not this thin wooden pole!"

Dawen's "declaration" can be regarded as opening up the chat box of the goblins. They started to quarrel in a messy manner, and gradually started to get violent, and it seemed that they were going to fight for an imaginary "goddess".

The level of confusion is evident.

At this moment, Drivedo appeared at the entrance of the corridor.

"Human, the boss agrees to meet you, come with me - what are you doing?"

"This bastard is insulting our aesthetics!" Dawen ran over angrily and kicked Ron in the calf, "Hurry up! I must fight them today: the person I love can only belong to me! "

"Then I wish you success." Ron smiled and followed Drayford out.

Goblins are not born builders or engineers, but they are skilled miners and craftsmen. Therefore, most of them will choose existing caves or mines, then repair them and set up traps.

On the way to the leader's room here, Ron observed all the way and noted the locations of nearby traps and alarms.

With empty bottles, cobwebs, pits, and even rolling stones and detachable load-bearing brackets, it’s not without reason that goblin lairs are always a nightmare for novice adventurers.

And if it is absolutely necessary and Ron needs to take risks to escape from the nest, remembering the locations of these traps may be his last life-saving barbell.

While Ron was observing along the way, Dreyfus reached out and poked his waist: "This is it, the boss is waiting for you inside."

"Be careful, there will be no good consequences if you make the boss angry." Perhaps out of repayment to his benefactor, Drivedo reminded him in a low voice.

When the animal skin that was used as a door curtain was opened by Dreyfus, a smell more pungent than that of a slaughterhouse hit his face, choking Ron and causing him to cough.

This is... too smelly!

But it's a matter of life and death, even if it's a sea of ​​fire and swords inside, Ron has to bite the bullet and go in.

In this cave, Ron saw the boss of these goblins at a glance - not because he was born with a strange appearance, but because he is not the same species as the goblins at all.

This "boss" is about 1.7 meters tall, taller than the average 1.12 meters tall goblins, and half a head shorter than Ron, but he is much stronger in terms of physique. He has reddish-brown skin and dark red hair. A pair of yellow eyes are embedded under the protruding forehead, and two or three sharp yellow teeth are exposed in his big mouth. And the most important thing is that he has a big blue nose.

All these characteristics show that what is in front of Ron is a big goblin.

They are cousins ​​of the goblins, natural warriors and leaders. They love war and usually enslave goblins or other easy-to-replenish creatures to enrich their army. They will lead their men to take over the resource-rich land and use it as a base to expand continuously.

But unfortunately, the luck of this hobgoblin and his goblin army was not very good. If Ron's guess was correct, whether they stayed here or migrated northward, there would be only one ending: turning into ice sculptures in the snowstorm.