Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Don't panic! Don't crowd! Maintain order!"

Victor Fromm's voice has become hoarse, but the former mayor, who has lost a lot of weight, still insists on directing the evacuation of personnel: "Is there anyone on the other side of the city wall? Pull back and prepare for an orderly evacuation!”

"Many of us have already evacuated here from Frome Town. It's no big deal to evacuate from Green Swamp Town to the City-State Alliance! Don't panic! We still have plenty of time! The adults are still continuing to fight, we We can’t hold them back!”

Just as Victor rested with his hands on his knees, a red tail flicked into his sight. When the old mayor looked up, Quest was greeting him with a smile.

"Don't worry, the civilians have been evacuated to a safe location," the monk said. "The big man outside the wall and Andre Kalad and the others are still supporting them. The problem is not too big. After all, Bunnie and the other priests are also As you go to the battlefield, the pressure will be reduced a lot.”

"But don't have high expectations - the source of this crisis is not with us, and all we can do is maintain the status quo as much as possible. Anne's suggestion is that once forced to turn into street fighting, the factory and her The mage tower was blown up to buy Sir Ron and the others some time."

"The offensive outside has tightened a lot just now. I think Sir Ron and his team have made some progress."

"I hope so..." Victor sighed sadly, "The plan for civilians to continue migrating south -"

"This is exactly what I came to tell you," Quest said sternly, "According to the information we know, all of us are regarded as spare sacrifices by the lich. In the town, it may It's still a bit leisurely, but once we escape, what do you think it will do?"

Relying on the defense of the town guards and the goblin army, the civilians faced a near-death situation. Once they were caught up in the wilderness or even the swamp jungle, they would really have no way to go to heaven and earth.

"But you also said before that the offensive outside is even more..." Victor naturally understood the meaning, but he still felt uneasy in his heart. This uneasiness reached its peak with the abnormal "darkness" of the sky outside the town, " What is that?"

The tiefling monk turned around and saw two dragon-shaped heads that were larger than the bell tower suddenly raised high outside the town, gazing at the small resistance outside the town with an attitude of overlooking all living beings.

"That's the other end..." Before Victor could finish his words, a guard covered in the dragon demon's sticky bodily fluids stumbled over and reported the current situation to the two of them while breathing heavily.

The number of monsters has more than doubled. The defense really couldn't hold on this time.

Karad swung his halberd to scare away a daring monster, and drove the long and sharp tip of the halberd into the opponent's brain. The bugbear's already cold corpse and the remains of the chariot were the best cover he had now. Just now, the hobgoblin even optimistically estimated that they could last at least three days.

If the number of dragon demons were not so endless.

"General Kalad! General Kalad?" A young and resolute face appeared in Kalad's field of vision that had been blurred by flesh and blood. The man was holding a short spear in his hand. The Holy Light had already dismissed this. How many precious weapons were burned to the point of disfigurement, "Are you still alive?"

"I can't die yet, Andre!" Kalad turned his head so that the other party could see his face, "But as you can see, the people around me are not so lucky!"

"Constance and the others haven't come up with an accurate idea yet? I know it's difficult to make a decision in this situation, but it's even harder for us who are stuck here!"

Andre looked at the hobgoblin warlord who was already bruised and pursed his lips: "Miss Constance's suggestion is to abandon the peripheral defense and fully switch to street fighting."

"Comprehensive -" Kalad stared, but couldn't think of any words to refute for a long time, "But that stupid big guy is still out there! Although he is rough-skinned and thick-bodied, he was beaten by that half-plant guy. We haven't died yet, but once we withdraw..."

Andre didn't speak. The other person was much more experienced and rational than him. He knew how to choose.

"(Goblin swear words)! Let's go! Follow me if you can still breathe! Move back in batches!" Kalad finally stamped his feet, gritted his teeth, and waved his hand, indicating that he was ready to abandon the outer walls and towers. The advantages and disadvantages of this are obvious. Karad really doesn't want to take the risk of fighting those devil-like creatures unless it is absolutely necessary.

However, just as the goblins and militiamen who had survived the fierce battle were preparing to leave, a rapid and powerful sound of horse hooves interrupted the deployment of Karad and Andre. The leader of the young woman looked like an elf on the upper body, and the lower body was like an elf. It's a strong horse's hooves - who is this centaur clan if not Zandia?

Zandia's bronze spear mercilessly "smashed" an implanted skull flat, and shouted at Kalad: "Don't be anxious! Don't be anxious! We are here to help!"

"What the hell is going on here?!"

"Here -" the hobgoblin and the paladin looked at each other, "we will explain it slowly later! How did you get here? I remember that you are not close to each other whether you are grazing or collecting!"

"Although I don't want to admit it, this is the credit of the orcs," Zandiya flew up with a sound of bones breaking, "The old priest said that they had met Lord Ron before, and she thought something bad would happen, so we specially assigned some scouts to take turns to pay attention to the changes in Green Swamp Town."

"And--" The centaur leader turned his head and looked up at the two huge dragon heads that were still far away from here, "Such a big thing suddenly appeared in the air, I'm afraid even a blind man can feel that something is wrong!"

And there are orcs? Looking at the group of monsters that were scattered after being charged by a group of cavalrymen under Zandiya's command, Kalade felt a little relieved, and when he saw the orcs of the Broken Tooth Tribe, his excitement was even more indescribable!

"General, should we still..."

"Why retreat?" Kala laughed, "Boys, fill in for me! If there are any omissions in the reinforcements, you must fill them up with your lives! Whoever dares to look back will be fed to the dire wolves!"

"General Kala, you don't have to be so anxious," Zandia's eyes fell on the red and black armor on the hobgoblin, "As I said just now, the commotion this time is not small. In addition to us, there are others who have also come!"

"Others?" Kala was stunned, "Shapeshifters? They are not good at fighting-"

"But some people are." A voice that seemed to have disappeared not long ago suddenly rang beside Kala. The hobgoblin subconsciously wanted to hook, but the halberd swung in vain.

"Why, are you so anxious to play with your sister?" The dark-skinned elf had already stepped on the top of the wreckage of the chariot. She did not look at Karad, but looked up at the cloudy sky that had become gray and dark due to the appearance of the dragon lich. "The weather is good, just right for the sisters to go to the ground for some exercise."

"Just keep guarding, and I will open a path for you!" "Bad Omen" Sarona waved her hand back, "Bring our 'compatriots' here!" (End of this chapter)