Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 175 Hell's Angels Zither
The fact was just as Sera expected. When Axuri saw the large amount of various meats that Ron and his friends brought as gifts, his eyes widened.

These beasts are basically Constance's "training pieces". The damage to an ordinary weapon is no big deal for Ron's team. It is just a matter of repair magic and does not affect Constance's training progress at all.

And it was during these few days of actual combat that Constance improved her combat experience on the one hand, but on the other hand she also truly felt the limitations of the swift sword in field combat. This weapon could not effectively deal with a large number of enemies and was really beyond her ability.

"You wouldn't say that if you had a good weapon," Exure happily led Ron and the others into his already expanded lair. "If you feel that you can't cause effective damage to the enemy, then your weapon is not good enough."

"Either you switch to a blunt instrument, or use a better material."

"Then you must have..."

Before Constance could finish her words, she was glared back at by Axuri with a fierce look.

"What are you talking about! How could I have it? I don't need weapons!" Aiksuri showed his claws, "Besides, it's my, our property. Even if it's there, you can't just take it if you want!"

"And be careful with your wording. I'm much younger than you. Don't use 'you' or 'you'. I'm not that old!"

"You'll get used to it," Ivy patted Constance's shoulder. "He's just like that. It's hard to get anything out of him."

"Besides, he probably doesn't have any weapon suitable for you."

"That's right," Black Dragon muttered, pulling out the purple crystal slab that he treasured like a treasure, and using his hands and mouth to unravel the layers of burlap wrapped around it, "Teacher tried to cheat me before, but I didn't fall for it!"

"You're smart. We've had to travel several extra days." Ivy complained, taking the gems from Ron and trying them on the stone slab one by one.

The ice-blue gem responded first. With a flash of light, a simple and solemn kite-shaped shield suddenly appeared in Ivy's hand.

Although this shield looks valuable, it is made entirely of some kind of plant and is just a few metal hoops. It doesn't look like a magical item that can be compared with the Weaving Preface and the Grasp of the Blue Wave.

Ron's fingers pinched open the blank page of the spell book, and the identification result of the shield immediately appeared on it, and his eyes suddenly became strange.

"Does anyone here know the Hell's Angels?"

"Sounds like the name of a ship?" Sera blinked. "Does this have anything to do with this shield?"

These weapons were once used by famous people on this continent. Ron asked this question, probably because it has something to do with the stories behind it.

The people present looked at each other in bewilderment. The only one among them who had seen the ocean of this world was Sera, the kind with icebergs everywhere and constant blizzards.

"I have heard a little bit about it," Shadow Spirit Yelena suddenly said, "When I took the soul to the Shadow Underworld, there was a person with related memories." "But... it wasn't his own. One of his drinking buddies was a sailor, and the sailor's former superior was transferred to a series of ships starting with 'Hell'."

"You have a good memory." Sylvia said faintly.

The shadow spirit shrugged: "This is one of the few pleasures for the shadow spirits in the underworld. This is also the reason why I came out."

"Let's go back to that memory: the series of ships beginning with 'Hell' were all warships, built by a dwarf kingdom with the purpose of attacking the slave trade routes of the Hailan Empire from the sea. The largest of these ships was nearly fifty meters long, could accommodate nearly two hundred crew members and three to four hundred tons of cargo, and was equipped with a large number of ballistae and catapults, and even had the ability to attack cities."

"I guess this shield came from the sailors on those ships, and the location of the gemstones confirms this."

"Almost," Ron nodded. "You elves have a very long lifespan. You can even experience this kind of history firsthand."

"But you are wrong. This shield did not come from any sailor, but from the ships themselves. To be more specific, this shield is part of the hull of the Hell's Angels."

"An Eladin shipbuilder from the Feywild participated in the construction of these ships, animating a portion of the hull so that it could obtain nutrients from water and sunlight, and exude fresh juice to repair itself when damaged."

"After the battleship was sunk, the elves salvaged a portion of the wreckage and reforged it, limiting the extra growth of vines and branches, making it a kite-shaped shield that could be used normally - named 'Hell Angel Kite'."

"Look at the inside of it," Ron turned the shield over. There was a line of words engraved in Elvish, "'On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, the Hell Angel was sunk at...' Its commemorative significance is obviously greater than its practical use."

"But even so, the elven spellcasters still enchanted it - when the holder is attacked by a dwarf, the shield will emit a piercing scream that only the dwarf can hear."

"That's a bit too insulting," Yelena stuck out her tongue. "The relationship between elves and dwarves has never been very good, but this is too hurtful."

"Perhaps that's why, when the Hailan Empire fell, the dwarves were one of the most ruthless races in settling accounts with them." Constance sighed.

"I'll give this to you, Victoria," Ron handed over the kite-shaped shield, "Now you don't have to worry about not having a shield that fits your hand."

"I just hope this doesn't offend Rurik," Victoria held the shield in her hand and tried it out. "It does work, but our blacksmith will definitely not like this hellish joke."

"Why do you care?" Sylvia said unhappily. "The dwarf is always making things and forging things. It's hard for him to do anything. This is perfect: unless he can make a better shield, how about you just hold this in front of him?"

"Okay, okay, those mines can't send people in to mine right now, and he has nothing to do with his hands free," Ron stopped Sylvia from thinking about the ICU, "Ivy, put down another one, I have a feeling there might be a big prize in this pink one!"

(End of this chapter)