Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 249 Wilderness Practice Course

“I knew it!”

As soon as Ron said this, there was a burst of laughter and scolding in the hall. However, no one took it seriously. After all, Ron was a wizard, not an archer. When his body was not temporarily taken over by some powerful being, using a bow and arrow to cast spells was just an attempt and icing on the cake.

Even if he didn't bring any arrows, it would not prevent Ron from playing his due role in the battle.

"Looks like everyone is ready? We can set off now." At this time, the three spellcasters from Elden Academy slowly appeared at the stairs on the second floor. Except for Elden, the other two students did not look at all "ready" - they hadn't even woken up yet!
"My Lord, don't you need to prepare spells?" Gordon yawned and staggered down the stairs, while Shiva was not much better than her classmates. "I spent several hours choosing spells, and I didn't have a good sleep until dawn."

"Me too." Shiva's makeup was thicker than the one she wore at the dinner party yesterday, which barely covered her dark circles. "My Lord, what kind of spells do you usually need to prepare when you live in fantasy? You must be very experienced in this!"

"Me?" Ron was stunned for a moment. "I don't think I can be of any reference value: I don't use spellbooks to cast most of my spells."

"And you don't need to worry about spells at this time. The first stop we are going to is more than a day or two away. It will be useless no matter how well you prepare now."

"I told them all this, but unfortunately, young people are still too young." Elden laughed, with an attitude of "if you don't listen to the advice of the elderly, you will suffer the consequences". He stretched out his hand and patted his waist, where there was a set of special scroll bags wrapped around his waist, with eight arcane scrolls arranged in them.

If he encounters danger, he can pull out the scroll and tear it open at any time, and the casting speed will never be slower than regular chanting.

"When I was in the academy, I said more than once that spellcasters should develop the habit of making their own scrolls and potions in their free time, just in case of emergency. How about it? You will regret not having enough when you need it, right?"

"An old antique does have his merits," Driver glanced at Elden provocatively and chuckled, "After all, the fact that he can live to this age is enough to prove his strength - although dwarfs have a long lifespan, not many can live to that age."

"It's the same with goblins," Elden said, not being annoyed. "According to statistics, the maximum lifespan of goblins should be around eighty years old, similar to humans. But in fact, among as many as 20,000 samples, less than 10% of goblins are over 20 years old. You should be the best among your tribe."

"I'm only eighteen or nineteen!" The goblin hunter's face darkened when he heard that, and he glared at Elden with gritted teeth.

"Ah, I'm really sorry - maybe I should wish you could be that one in ten?"

Victoria patted Driver's shoulder and consoled him, "Don't worry, there aren't many of those 20,000 samples that can cast divine spells, not to mention that there's a priest with them."

"As long as we keep moving together, I promise you'll survive."

Sera had already stepped out of the door. "Rely on repeated resurrection? Then Driver will definitely be unable to resist and commit suicide!"

"You're talking nonsense!" The goblin, who was teased, could no longer hold back his anger and started chasing outside.

Just as Ron said, Gordon and Shiva's preparations for spells that took days and nights to prepare were completely in vain. They chose the former lair of the witch Polly as their first destination. They walked and stopped from time to time until the fourth day when they vaguely saw the witch's hut hidden in the woods and swamps.

Because no one cleaned the house, it became extremely dilapidated in just one or two months. If it weren't for Ron's good memory, they would have thought they had found the wrong place. "No traps, no illusions?"

The female student Shiva was holding a notebook and following Dean Elden very carefully, not daring to follow the path that Ron and the others had taken. Her male classmates were just as cautious.

"Don't you see that no one lives here anymore?" Sylvia pointed to the small house with its door wide open. "Without an owner, how can there be any illusions? Who maintains them, the frogs in the swamp?"

"As for traps, there are some. Here, this one," Driver kicked aside a puddle of mud and stepped on a fishing net as Shiva exclaimed. "This is our fifth time here. I've scraped the ground to pieces. How could there be an effective trap here?"

"But you have to be careful about the frogs Sylvia mentioned - the last time we worked with the witch, the two red hats under her command turned into frogs and stayed nearby to help the witch guard the house."

As he was talking, the goblin hunter suddenly pretended to be surprised: "Look! Is the frog at your feet the one that Red Hat transformed into?"

The students' screams suddenly resounded around the swamp, and Driver, whose prank had succeeded, laughed at the sight of them throwing spells into the swamp to blow up frogs. In the end, he simply lay down in the mud, rolling around while laughing wildly.

"You two should put down your books and look at the actual situation around you," Ron suppressed his laughter as he and Elden stopped two students from blowing up frogs in the swamp. "You always say how much time you spend thinking about the preparation and coordination of spells, but when you actually need to apply the spells, you always can't remember them."

"Where's your invisibility detection magic? Where's your detection magic? If you have a scroll, you can try to find traps? If you are skeptical about your surroundings, use your own eyes to see!"

"Ah..." Looking at the students who kept embarrassing themselves, Elden couldn't help but cover his eyes, unable to bear to watch, "In the academy, they really can't get access to these things..."

"I understand," Ron waved his hand, indicating that the dean did not need to worry. "Everyone has a first time. We all go through this time, but some people have a shorter adaptation period, while others have a longer one."

"But I believe that given time, they will have enough experience to help them deal with various situations with ease."

"But the adaptation period should not be too long," Sera and Driver said in unison. The two of them immediately high-fived and walked towards the wide-open door of the hag's hut. "The wilderness can't wait that long. It's easy for creatures that are still adapting to die prematurely."

"For example, here," Driver walked up the steps and looked back at the two frightened students, "because this hut has not been inhabited by a hag for a long time, it could easily become a lair for some monsters or wild beasts. If you walk in rashly, it would be easy to - why do you look at me like that?"

The goblin hunter touched the back of his head, and a stream of hot air immediately gushed out from behind, flowing into his clothes along the collar. Following closely behind, a drop of sticky and smelly liquid flowed down his neck.

"What is that..." Driver turned his head, and a bloody mouth with yellow teeth immediately filled his entire field of vision. The breath and liquid that had just come into contact with him were all produced by this huge mouth that had just appeared.

The eighteen-year-old goblin immediately jumped away, making a sharp explosion.

(End of this chapter)