Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"boom--"

The tall barbarian fell to the dust and stopped breathing.

Ron struggled to get up from the ground and looked around. Although he did not participate in the hearty, fierce and bloody battle, the constant release of spells still consumed a lot of energy from him.

It's almost like running around the playground all night while answering questions on your phone. Physically and mentally exhausted to the point of vomiting blood.

After all, even a mage cannot stand and output, otherwise he will die quickly.

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And around him, the conditions of the people who had just fought side by side were not much better.

Ivy received a severe blow to her abdomen. Bunnie ran back to the church to get some healing potion and was now treating her injuries.

Drayford was fine, but almost all the rats he summoned were wiped out. His own quiver was also empty, but the goblin hunter was so tired now that he had no energy to collect it.

Quest, Mindatis, and Lavinia are all sitting cross-legged on the ground meditating. Although their meditation purposes are different, their behaviors are similar.

The mayor Victor and the Victoria priest were relatively well off, but they were also working hard to adjust their breath and restore their strength.

As for the Ocher Tribe... Ron wasn't sure whether it could still be called a tribe.

Sera was the only one left panting now, and no one was standing.

Among the other people attending the banquet, Ron could still see the blacksmith and tailor. It may be because they were not combatants and were on the periphery, so they were relatively weak from attacks.

Among the other tenants in the hotel, the pair of tabby cats have become miserable mandarin ducks. They did not even survive the attack without weapons. The dwarf also seemed to be a spellcaster, and he was almost exhausted now.

And others...

Ron sighed.

He was half a doctor, but there was nothing he could do about the dead. Those gangsters and barbarians were extremely ruthless in their attacks. Even Ivy was seriously injured, let alone these people.

"They can't even protect themselves, but they still want to conquer the fantasy land?"

A contemptuous sneer appeared on Mindatis's face; "You are too ignorant of yourself!"

"So many people are dead, but you can still laugh?!" Ivy bared her teeth and looked at the elf with a rather unkind look.

"There are fewer competitors, aren't there, hybrids?" Mindatis stood up, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully wiped the blood on his rapier, "You should even thank them!"

"It's too cold-blooded to say this..." Victoria frowned. Her colleagues suffered heavy casualties in this battle.

"Ha! This time I agree with Thin Bamboo's words!" Sera was lying on the ground, her voice hoarse, "I'm not dead yet! The ocher tribe will not die yet!"

"Thank you all for your generous intervention," the mayor, Victor, panted and found a chair to sit down and managed to catch his breath. "Now, please take a moment. We need to clean the battlefield in order to count the losses and casualties."

About three hours later, when the sky began to darken, Victor came to a conclusion.

"One-third of the guards in Fromm Town have lost their fighting ability, and about fifty people have been killed, mainly concentrated in the square and at the refugee camp." Victor announced the conclusion to everyone, "And the refugees have only one survivor. There are only ten people, and the rest were basically killed due to attacks by the northern barbarians, or they took advantage of the chaos and fled the town. "

"As for the pioneering group that has been recruited - as you can see, it's just you and me."

Ron, Ivy, Drayford, Quest, Mindatis, Sera, Victoria, and the unknown dwarf.

"Eight people in total."

"And there is a possible mastermind behind it."

Mindatis gave Ron an unclear look, making Ron confused.

"What do you mean?" Ivy's voice immediately rose, "Are you questioning the person who just saved your life?!"

"No offense," the elf said, but he was not moved at all. "I have no prejudice against humans, but this person is indeed very suspicious."

"Let me ask you this: Who would think it wise to take a goblin on an adventure?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present looked at Dreyfudo, and the goblin hunter roared back with a threatening low voice.

His disguise was only in his clothes. In the previous battle, his hood was damaged and fell off more than once.

"Indeed," Victor Fromm looked at Ron, "My friend, I think we all need an explanation."

"There's nothing to explain. He is my companion, and he has been protecting us just now, hasn't he?" Ron didn't intend to give the goblin hunter out just like that. On the one hand, his conscience is on the one hand, and on the other hand, he has to worry about his delusions in the future. In the exploration of the earth, goblins must be a powerful force.

"Protect? I saw with my own eyes that he summoned a swarm of rats, biting them regardless of friend or foe!"

"Even a druid can't make so many rats obey the instructions," Ron looked at him calmly, "If you put it that way, can I think that you jumped to our side deliberately just now to prepare for trouble? Lead, so as to break down our defenses?"

"Okay, that's enough!" Victor interrupted the two of them, "Mindartis, there should be emergency measures in emergencies. This goblin and his rats did help us get through the initial stage."

"Well... what about his behavior of letting the barbarian chief rush towards you? Miss Victoria went to help them, but they didn't support you in return, but were busy fighting with other weak people. Isn't this sinister?"

"Asshole!" Driver glared at the elf fiercely, "You are even more despicable than the most incompetent rat! We couldn't get away at that time!"

"That's just an excuse," said the dwarf who had been a little presence before, "Mr. Victor is the core of the town, you should put your own safety aside to protect him."

The dwarf is indeed qualified to say this, because he was sitting closest to Victor.

"What about you, Mindatis?" Ron glanced at him, "You didn't even fight those 'weaklings' well, you were the first to leave the battle, right?"

"And who blocked Halek's last blow? I don't remember, but I think the mayor's memory is much better than mine."

"You're right, I owe you a thank you." Victor nodded to Ron, "My spells have run out, if it weren't for you, no one could help me block that stick."

"Okay, then let's end the mutual accusations and suspicions here. Next, let's talk about the next plan."