Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 286 Korzm
prey?

Zandia narrowed his eyes, although the current situation of these centaurs was a bit miserable, it was not something that anyone could mess with - at least not the goblins!
Even these dirty and ugly little things dare to ride on their heads?

But speaking of dirt, Zandia couldn't help but take a closer look at the goblin - this little guy was different from any goblin she had ever seen or heard of. Even in this swamp, it looked clean, except for the mud stains on its clothes and boots.

Such neatness is absolutely rare among the goblins, and even among bugbears and hobgoblins.

Of course, Zandia didn't know that in Ron's team, which had a half-elf and a vampire, excessive dirtiness was not allowed. Not to mention Driver, even Sera would be ordered to take a bath from time to time. With the idea of ​​"just because I took a bath, I should give others a bath as well", Driver, who didn't like taking a bath, could not escape Sera's clutches.

The height and weight of the goblin were no different from those of a child to Sera, and Driver's means of resistance were limited to biting her hand. This ineffective resistance naturally could not change the outcome: the goblin hunter was pressed on a wooden board by the strong Sera and washed clean.

The goblin once protested to the others that "she was just scrubbing clothes", but his request for substitution was rejected by the others: as long as Driver was not prepared to take a bath himself, Sera would have to do it for him.

Sera enjoyed it, but the miserable goblin was forced to change his nature and start doing things himself to avoid getting skinned on the washboard one day - this change in Driver made Sera really depressed for a long time.

That is why when the Centaur leader, Zentia, saw this clean goblin, she was so surprised.

"Calm down, calm down!" Seeing the other party's tense posture, Ron quickly raised his hands to indicate that he had no ill intentions. "We are not here to fight. There is no need to be so nervous."

"Who are you?" Zandia did not let down her guard. She did not trust anyone after suffering so many setbacks. "Bandits here? Robbers?"

"We will give you nothing but blood and death!"

"That's right," Ivy snorted, "In this fantasy land, you are outsiders, do you understand? We are the official ones!"

Ron smiled and nodded, looking up at the men who were several heads taller than him: "As my companions said, I am the lord of the Delusion Land, so I should be the one asking the question just now: Who are you?"

"You said you were you?" A majestic centaur behind Zandia laughed sarcastically, "I said I was from the Feywild!"

"Do you have any evidence?" Zandia glared at the tribesmen fiercely, then turned to look at Ron, "We came from the Gobi Desert and have never heard of any lords here."

"Come from the Gobi Desert? Did you pass through the town of Fromm?" Ron asked curiously, "Did Mayor Victor mention this? I was appointed by him."

"But that's true. After all, as you can see, this place hasn't been fully developed yet, and I haven't held any ceremonies like the inauguration ceremony. It's normal for him not to tell you."

In this world, the effectiveness of the law is no higher than the traditional effectiveness: if one party actually controls a certain area, others cannot gain recognition and support simply by relying on documents such as letters of authorization.

"So, the fat guy did mention that there is someone here who can take us in. Could it be you?" Zandia looked Ron up and down again. "We saw trading posts and villages on the way here, but our enemies were hunting our tribe, so we didn't dare to get close."

"Then I want to thank you all for not involving my territory in the conflict," Ron nodded to the other party. "We have been visiting the southern city-states these days, not in the territory. If my friends are unfortunately affected by the war, I will be very sorry."

Zandia couldn't guess what the human was talking about when he said "regret": worry about his people? Or was it because he had to go to war with them? He looked about the same age as himself, so the centaur leader guessed it was the former - after all, he smiled very friendly.

The Centaurs were relatively sensitive to the emotional changes of other creatures. After confirming that the other party was truly non-hostile, most of them put away their weapons.

Except for the guy who just made the sarcastic remarks.

"Zantia, you can't trust them - didn't you hear what this human said? He is related to Victor, the Smiling Tiger!" The centaur turned to Zantia with a serious expression, "We still don't know what role the town of Fromm played in the Broken Tooth Tribe's sneak attack on us!"

"They are very likely accomplices, and so are these people!"

"Uncle Korzim, I think you are being overly nervous?" Zandia frowned. "Although Victor rejected us, he also colluded with those bandits of the Broken Tooth Tribe for the good of his town?"

"The Broken Tooth Tribe you're talking about isn't it some orc tribe in the Gobi Desert?" Victoria suddenly spoke up. "I used to be Mayor Victor's guard for many years, and I can assure you that he would never collude with the orcs."

"The orcs in the Gobi Desert are considered barbaric even by other orcs."

"That's true..." Zandia nodded, "Uncle Korzm, you see, they also said so. They shouldn't be colluding with the Broken Tooth Tribe."

"Moreover, if they are really colluding with the orcs, since this group of people has already found us, can the Broken Tooth Tribe be far away..."

Before Zandia could finish his last sentence in a questioning tone, a strong stench and smell of blood followed the charge of the Wind Cavalry and penetrated into the nostrils of the horses and Ron's team. Following closely behind was the extremely noisy sound of footsteps, voices, and shouts of killing!
"The Broken Tooth Tribe! It's those orcs!"

Zandia's face suddenly changed, and the other tribesmen also panicked. Although they barely gathered under Zandia's command, even Ron could see that they were just pretending to be calm.

"They're close enough for us to smell!" one of the centaurs shouted in panic, "What should we do? We can't beat them!"

"Then we have no choice but to fight them!" The centurion called Korzm shouted loudly, staring fiercely at Ron and others, "Zantia, don't say that I didn't warn you as your uncle!"

"How could such a coincidence happen in this world? Now it is certain that they were the ones who led the orcs here!"

"Then...what should we do now?" In the face of the sudden situation, Zandia was almost at a loss, "Uncle Korzm, I, I need your help!"

“Don’t worry, niece. Leave the rest to me,” Korzm said with a confident smile. “Your father entrusted you to me before he passed away, just to deal with this situation!”

The mighty centaurs held long swords and round shields, while the horses raised their front hooves. "Warriors, follow me to kill these guys who are colluding with the orcs, to serve as a warning to others!"

(End of this chapter)