Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 139 Golden Dragon Joins the Team
"The witch's spells are not included in the book of enchantment. I can only confirm its effect through identification." On the way back, Ron fiddled with the hand mirror in his hand. "But the witch didn't fool us or set any traps. This surprised me."

"Maybe she really needs help," Ivy said. "In fact, I think we can accept it. There are four witches. Just thinking about them appearing near our base makes me feel uneasy."

The half-elf warrior is not so kind as to offer charity, she just wants to reduce the threat as much as possible.

"But making a deal with her? Forget it," Sera muttered, "I'd rather beat her to her knees and surrender, and then kill the other hags one by one after forcing them to reveal their whereabouts!"

Sera's opinion is also the opinion of Victoria and Driver. There is too much uncertainty in doing business with the witch and it is completely uncontrollable.

"Or maybe we can just ignore them," Sylvia said. "There's no need to travel all the way to provoke them, right?"

"I do have a suggestion, ahem," Aiksuri hesitated, "Forget it, I might get beaten..."

"Why should we beat you? Tell me." Ron looked at the Black Dragon in confusion, but got a roll of the eyes in return.

"Who said you guys! I was talking about my teacher..."

"Are you looking for me?" A deep and powerful voice suddenly sounded behind Youlong.

In a woodland far away from the witch's hut, the surrounding trees fell to the ground under the strong wind, the ground sank, and a huge and terrifying shadow suddenly covered their heads.

Ron looked up. This huge creature was covered with golden scales. It had soft thorns like beards, which made it look like a wise man. Its horns extended back from its nose and forehead, matching the two frills that decorated its long neck. Its sail-like wings extended from its shoulders to the end of its tail. It was these powerful wings that made the surrounding trees bow their heads in submission.

This is a golden dragon, an adult one.

"Respected Lord, hello," Jin Long nodded slightly to Ron, "I'm here to pick up my student. He played outside for too long and forgot about the school days."

"Uh, didn't we..."

"Yes, we have met before, and it ended with you expelling me." Although Jin Long said this, Ron did not sense any displeasure from his words.

"You've been to the mine, haven't you? Any clues?"

"I can't say there is no possibility, but to be honest, I'm even more confused," Ron looked up at the huge golden dragon, "Is there any connection between this place and the abyss?"

"Abyss?" Jin Long was also obviously stunned. "I can guarantee that you are overthinking this. The energy of the abyss is just an appearance, just like what the genius of the Hailan Empire saw. It is not the real problem."

"That's difficult," Ron frowned, "You didn't want to tell me before, and now you say it's okay. Aren't you trying to trick me?"

"No, I definitely didn't mean that," Jin Long said, "but I thought - you know, I didn't dare to get too close."

"Then teacher, if you are sure it is not that dangerous, can you go?" Aiksuri, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

"That's right, but the mine lord has been there twice, and I don't think there's any need to go again." Ron understood what Exure meant; "He's not talking about that. He's talking about another possible clue - a group of witches who have lived from the Green Swamp Town period to the present."

He repeated the witch's proposal to Jin Long: "This is roughly the situation. We want to go over and take a look, but we are somewhat afraid of the witches' power. If you can go with us..."

"Ghosts, I know them." The golden dragon hesitated, "Their superstition led the elves to destruction and also brought disaster to themselves. I thought they were all destroyed, but I didn't expect that only one died."

"This is really... strange."

"So, are you going to stay confused like this, or come with us and see what happened to them?" Ron asked, "If there is any situation that may corrupt you, you can immediately warn all of us to withdraw - we just want to ensure our own safety."

"We can try this," Jin Long thought for a moment, "but we should still make some preparations to prevent the witch's tricks."

"She gave you five days, so let's rest here. As for you,"

The golden dragon used its tail to throw Exuri and the cart containing the green dragon's treasure onto its back: "I have to take you back first."

"What?! No! I want to go too!" Axuri protested loudly.

"Be obedient!" The golden dragon interrupted the young dragon's noise in a dignified tone, "This is a big deal, it's too dangerous for you!"

An adult dragon can fly very fast due to its physical fitness and magic. In just half an hour, the golden dragon flew back again and transformed on the ground into a black dragon baby that looked exactly like Aikthuri.

"This way he won't be discovered," Jin Long explained to Ron, "That's why I sent him back."

"Next, we need to make some magical items that can resist the witch's seduction and control. Scrolls, potions, accessories, whatever will do. The main purpose is to prevent the witch from turning her tricks into reality and treating us as slaves."

The witch's tricks were so bizarre and unusual that even a golden dragon would not dare to be careless. In order to prevent himself from capsizing in the gutter, Ron saw him apply at least ten different kinds of protection to himself these days.

Part of it is magic, and part of it is even divine magic.

"Unlike most of my kind, I truly believe in the Lord of the North Wind," the golden dragon explained, "which is why I was asked to teach Exuri Drusenor."

"Your education has been very effective," Ron said, not knowing whether this was a compliment or something else. "I can hardly find any of the usual black dragon's behavioral characteristics in him."

"The 'usual black dragons' you mentioned are just the dragons you have observed," said the Golden Dragon. "If you could see enough samples, you might sneer at the remarks of those so-called 'dragon scholars'."

"All of them?" Ron blinked. He remembered a very famous "scholar" he had read in his previous life. "Is it the same with Fitzburn's works?"

(End of this chapter)