Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Do you have any questions?" Victor looked at the crowd below.

"Why recruit pioneers instead of sending the town's regular soldiers?" A young and strong refugee raised his hand to ask a question. It seemed that he should be a villager in those villages. "They look well-trained."

"The town's security and defense also need manpower," Victor said with difficulty and regret. "In the west of Fromm Town, there is a Gobi Desert where desperate criminals are rampant. I can't do anything at the risk of handing over the town to others. I hope you can understand."

"But I will never sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor. Among my entourage, I carefully selected a smart and capable warrior to accompany me-Victoria, come and meet everyone!"

A young woman in scale armor and fully armed stepped out from behind Victor with firm steps. After a slight salute to the audience, she returned to her original position again.

She held an iron helmet in one hand, a hard hammer on her waist, and a shield on her back.

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Ron couldn't imagine how safe he would feel standing next to her - she was like a mobile fortress.

"Typical equipment for a priest," Ivy snorted, "This mayor is really thoughtful, he is willing to send a priest to accompany him."

"If Victoria doesn't go, it will be just me," Boone whispered embarrassedly, "but I will probably just be a drag..."

"Don't say that, Boone," Lavinia comforted her friend, "You are just... less secure than her."

After all, even if they are the same equipment, the aura of halflings and humans is completely different.

"If we occupy that fantasy land, who will own it, you?" Sera shouted loudly.

"It won't belong to you anyway, barbarian!" The elf choked her again, "You'd better get back into the blizzard!"

"Why not wait until you conquer the dreamland before you start dreaming?" A dwarf whispered, "You haven't even left the town yet, and you think you have won..."

"As for this problem..." Victor smiled cunningly, "Of course, let the pioneers solve it by themselves, how about it?"

"My purpose is just to reduce the burden on the town, and I have no interest in expanding the territory. I have handed myself and my surname to the town of Fromm, and I have no other ambitions. So you don't have to worry that I will deprive you of the fruits of victory - it belongs to you completely!"

There was a cheer from the audience, and Ron felt that those who cheered were all idiots.

This is simply encouraging people to fight and kill each other! As Victor said, he has no interest in expanding the territory, he just wants the refugees to leave here and not increase his burden.

As for whether they are dead or alive, he doesn't care at all!

But what they said was nice, and if this thing was really done, the obstacles in the south of Fromm Town would be cleared, which would be good for the town, and he would not lose in any case.

The only ones who would suffer would be the refugees, or more precisely, the refugees in the villages.

The barbarians in the north who survived were the elite of the elite, and those adventurers who joined in the fun also had their own strengths. As for Ron and his group... there were a lot of goblins following them!

The first group to be eliminated was obvious, but now they were the most excited.

Victor pressed his hands down, signaling everyone to be quiet: "All members who conquer the fantasy land will receive generous rewards. In addition, when the lord of the fantasy land is "elected", I am willing to introduce new neighbors to other lords around as a recommender, and I can also act as a matchmaker to attract chambers of commerce and craftsmen... In short, please believe that I am very willing to see a new neighbor appear, rather than worrying about that unowned land all day long."

"Rewards, lords, chambers of commerce... are all beautiful words." Sera curled her lips, "There is no practical benefit at all! You are just talking nonsense!"

Finally, there is someone who understands... Ron had to look at Sera with a new eye. This tribal chief is still knowledgeable.

"Of course, of course," Victor smiled, "If there are no other problems, the banquet can officially begin now! I, a fat boy, will not be an eyesore here and affect your appetite, hehe."

"That's about right!" Sera walked to the long table with satisfaction and took a roasted chicken leg from the table first.

Ron: ... I overestimated her.

Although the scene immediately fell into chaos after Victor's speech, nothing special happened. Ron and others took their seats and joined the banquet.

Half of the food here comes from the tavern where Ron and his friends live, and the taste is suitable. Soon, even Quest, who knows the most, seems to relax his vigilance and starts to eat.

After all, no one wants to do anything wrong, and nothing is the best situation.

But just as Picasso always has shackles and Da Vinci always has disagreements. According to the law of that bastard named Murphy, when something may go wrong, it will definitely develop in a worse direction.

Just when everyone was getting drunk and excited, a cat-like scream broke through the night sky.

One of the pair of tabby cats who lived next door to Ron had his eyes as wide as bells. After standing up, he covered his neck with one hand and fell softly to the ground.

"Enemy attack, there is an enemy attack!"

The elf reacted the fastest. He raised his arms and shouted, pulled out a thin sword and jumped onto the long table.

Ron quickly stood up and looked around. Some dark figures emerged from the surrounding alleys one after another. And right next to him, those guys who were toasting people and making people eat and drink all the time just a second ago also disappeared from the scene. He pulled out a knife from under his clothes and stabbed anyone he saw!

Outside the town in the distance, a burst of fire shot into the sky, followed by deafening shouts of killing.

"What the hell happened?!"

The halfling priest Bunni was frightened by this scene. A gangster took the opportunity to rush over and slashed her Tianling Cap with a knife.

"Bang!"

Two flaming arrows hit the target in no particular order, opening the head of the unscrupulous guy. Bunnie looked back blankly, and saw a wisp of smoke coming out of Ron and Lavinia's fingertips.

"Ready to fight!"

The people who had been prepared immediately spread out according to the original formation, protecting Ron and the extra Lavinia and Bunnie.

The sword light in Ivy's hand danced, and in an instant, three people were chopped down in succession; Quest's punches were like the wind. Although he was bare-handed, his strength and skills were amazing. Although most of the people he knocked down were not It was fatal, but basically he could only lie on the ground and howl, completely losing his ability to fight for a while.