Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 285: Troops in the Swamp

After all, Gillianis Galanold is the chief mage of the Hailan Empire, and her strength is not only reflected in combat.

Only two hours later, on the screen she projected, a small group of soldiers taking a rest in a clearing in the swamp was clearly visible, and from the looks of them, they were unaware that their whereabouts had been exposed.

"That should be them," Sera stood aside with her arms folded, examining the screen carefully. "Did you see the leather on their bodies? It looks similar to the one on the corpse."

"And to be honest, there probably won't be another group of people in the Delusion Land."

"Is it possible that the body was left behind by a fight between two groups of people?" Ivy asked, "After all, they are nomads..."

Sera shook her head disapprovingly: "Ivy, no matter whether the tribe's lifestyle is what you southerners call nomadic or fishing and hunting, they always follow a basic principle: go to a place where it is easier to live."

"In this dense forest and swamp, even humans and horses are unwilling to settle down, let alone humans and horses. Why would they choose to migrate here and even fight?"

"I still stick to my judgment: this group of people encountered other bandits on their way to migrate and were driven here - Hey, elf, can your spell transmit the sound over here?"

Gillianis glanced at Sera unhappily. "First of all, you should at least call me 'Moon Elf' instead of 'Feeding Elf'. Secondly, that is another spell. If you want to hear them speak here, you should tell me in advance."

"It's not too late to listen now, but I think it would be better for you to go there in person to communicate."

But Sera didn't really want to watch the surveillance here. She was more surprised that Gillianis actually had a way to transmit her voice here. In order to prevent the troops from leaving at any time, Ron immediately asked the team to pack up their equipment and set off first, while Quest, Seymour, Yelena and others followed the large group of Karad and slowly approached.

The physique, strength and agility of the centaurs are not on the same level as those of humanoid creatures. Seymour and others who do not have sufficient self-protection ability are likely to break bones and tendons if they are not careful, which will increase the burden on Ivy and Victoria.

"Centaurs can almost be said to be monsters that are almost in human form. They not only have the skills of humanoids, but also have monster-like bodies. Sera, are you sure you can fight them head-on?" On the way, Sylvia looked at Sera and asked jokingly.

"Of course! I was the weakest guy in the tribe, but I could easily beat the snowy warriors and horses to the ground!" Sera might be bragging, but it was also a kind of confidence. "If a conflict really happens, I will leave one alive to serve as my mount!"

"Centaurs are indeed excellent mounts - if you can really tame them," Gillianis flew in the air, not sparing her magic, "but I have to remind you: most of the centaurs on this continent are used to being free and undisciplined. If you want to ride them, you must first ensure that you will not be thrown off."

"Ah, I see them, and they look like they're getting ready to go - you'd better hurry up if you want to meet them."

It turns out that there is a big difference between having air units and not having them. Under Gillianis's guidance, Ron and his team quickly found a position where they could take the initiative and hid temporarily. Almost no one had ever been to the swamp here, and all kinds of vegetation grew very lushly. In the open space in the middle, a team of about 20 people and horses could be seen cleaning up the traces of the camp.

The ground here was muddy and slippery, and the men and horses were obviously not used to such road conditions. They had to be careful with every step they took to make sure they would not fall or sink into the mud, which made their cleaning work very slow.

It was obvious that they were hiding from something. Ron could see that there were materials needed to start a fire in their luggage, but there was no sign of a campfire or torches in the camp. It was obvious that they were afraid that the smoke would cause trouble.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" A female centaur holding a copper spear was commanding the other members of the tribe. She had more and more gorgeous decorations than the other centaurs. She should be their leader. "We have rested here for three whole days. If we don't want to be targeted by those orcs again, we must hurry up!"

Zandia swung her ponytail in annoyance. She had no choice but to lead her tribe to this notorious swamp - the fat human in Fromm Town refused to take them in! And that was after seeing the generous gift they presented!

Those were leather products that the tribe had accumulated over the years, with exquisite workmanship. Even the desperate people in the Gobi Desert couldn't refuse them! But Victor was only willing to buy them, and asked them to leave immediately?!
What made Ma even more upset was that the orcs from the Broken Tooth Tribe, the mortal enemy of their tribe, "happened" to migrate here! These barbaric idiots actually raided the camp while she was negotiating with the mayor, took away almost all of their water sources, and even killed many of their tribesmen!

Zandia's thin and resolute face revealed a hint of fear when no one was paying attention: when her father handed the tribe over to her, he never said that she would encounter such a situation!

A gust of cold wind blew through the gaps between the dense forests and into the open space where the centaurs were. This was a very normal phenomenon, but Zandia was suddenly awakened from his review.

Smell, a strange smell!

She quickly turned the upper body of the human figure in a certain direction - the direction where Ron and the others were - raised the bronze spear in her hand and shouted, "Who's there?! Get out!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the men were alarmed. They quickly put down their work, took out their weapons and formed a battle formation. Except for a little centaur who accidentally fell on the mud because he was too panicked, the nerves of the entire tribe were tense to the extreme, waiting for the upcoming danger.

However, accompanied by the sound of shaking bushes, when he saw the source of the stranger's smell, Zandia's eyebrows raised involuntarily.

This was a team of seven people, and most of the members were humans, not the ugly orcs of the Broken Tooth Tribe—besides that, she even saw two elves and, a goblin?
"I told you a long time ago, but no one listened to me!" The goblin yelled, and even Zandia felt that the sound was very noisy here, "You have all been bewitched by the elves!"

"This is the upwind side. How can it avoid being discovered by its prey if it stays here? Huh?!"

(End of this chapter)