Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 288 It’s hard to tell the truth from the false
"You..." The priest's forehead began to sweat, as if she was still under the scorching sun in the Gobi Desert.

The reason for her fear was not just because of these two elves of unknown origin who could easily control her, but also because of what she saw out of the corner of her eye.

In his peripheral vision, clouds of dust rose from the depths of the dense forest. A huge, oddly shaped chariot used its ramming horns to plow all the bumps in front of it. Above this fleshless monster, a figure whose face could not be seen clearly but was fully armed sat motionless, with a shining halberd placed across his legs.

What kind of force is this? The orc priest of the Broken Tooth Tribe has begun to regret chasing the people and horses to the land of delusion. If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer the consequences. This sentence applies not only to young people, but also to old guys like her who are half buried in the ground!
Thirty or forty orcs could make all residents close their doors and windows in the Gobi Desert, trying to avoid them as much as possible. But in this strange swamp, there were actually two groups of forces that could easily control them one after another - it was simply weird!

This later force was even more well-trained than the orcs of the Broken Tooth Tribe. Countless goblins wielded their weapons and divided the battlefield under the command of several bear goblins. Some of them appeared in pairs, holding ropes and hooks, tripping and tying up orcs and centaurs. If they showed any resistance, the shiny hooks would hit them hard on the shoulder.

"Goblins! How could there be another hoblin here?!" Among the Centaurs, Korzm struggled the hardest. Even though two hooks pierced his shoulder blades, he still tried to break free with his blood all over his body. "Zantia, look at the path you pointed!"

"Uncle Korzm, just be quiet..." Zandia looked at the uncle speechlessly. When she found that she was completely unable to resist the torrent of goblins, she and the other tribesmen surrendered smoothly and let the goblins tie them up, so they were not seriously injured.

However, there were a few unlucky ones who got carried away in the fierce battle with the orcs and were regarded as stubborn by the goblins and had to wear a shoulder blade.

"Hey! Why don't you tie them up too?!" The chaotic situation just now became clear with the intervention of Kalade, but this was not necessarily a good thing - several orcs who were pinned in the mud were quite dissatisfied because they found that Ron and his men did not enjoy the same treatment, "Why do you goblins only tie us up!"

"You're just a chatterbox!" The orc priest glared at his people fiercely, then turned his eyes to look at Ron who was walking over, "Hey, you, you are the leader of all of them, am I right?"

The two elves had already stood over, and even the guy on the chariot came down to salute him. Was there any need to say who had the final say here?
"Ron, we are late." The hobgoblin warlord glanced at the orc priestess and suddenly kicked her to her knees. "I don't like the look of this old witch."

"You always seem to roll your eyes at me, don't you?" Ron smiled and glanced at the priest. He saw clearly that this guy wanted to do something bad to Sera. "If you don't like it, chop it off. I'll grant you that."

"You told me some nonsense like 'treating prisoners of war well' and 'some convention' before?" Kalade was a little curious about Ron's attitude, but he didn't intend to delve into it. He turned his halberd around and prepared to attack.

"Can bandits be considered prisoners of war? I don't know," Ron shrugged. "They have caused a bloody storm in my territory. For the sake of future peace, it is better to kill them cleanly."

“No, don’t kill me!” Seeing that the halberd of Karad was getting closer and closer to him, the orc priest screamed, “Are you the lord here? We have no intention of offending you. This is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!”

"You may not know this since you are in the south. The weather in the north has been getting colder and colder. Food, water, and other resources are scarce. The tribes living in the Gobi Desert are forced to migrate for their livelihoods. Our Cracked Tooth Tribe and these people and horses all chose to go south. We originally hoped to settle down near the town of Flåm."

"But they're in an equally difficult situation over there, right?" Ron nodded and motioned for Kalade to continue.

"They have experienced a drought before. Although it has eased now, the mayor is still unwilling to accept outsiders like us," the orc priest suddenly changed her tone and said angrily, "Since I am more proficient in the common language, the leader entrusted me with an important task to negotiate with the mayor, but I never expected it!" She looked at the centaurs: "These monsters that are neither human nor horse raided our camp in order to compete for water and food, and brutally killed our leader!"

"The Broken Tooth Tribe will take revenge, so we are hunting them down, but we didn't mean to offend you!"

"Nonsense!" Zandia and his men were furious at the orc priest's sophistry. "My Lord, you must not believe their one-sided words! Their leader clearly wanted to attack us but failed, and was killed by us instead!"

"So, our poor leader was indeed killed by you?"

"What's the result?" Ron walked to Victoria's side while the orcs and centaurs were frantically doing oral gymnastics. The priest had quietly launched the realm of honesty from just now. "Can the spell reflect the truth of what they said?"

"I'm sorry," Victoria shook her head slightly. "The Realm of Honesty shows that... what both groups said is true."

"The only exception is the one named Korzm, but I suspect that's because he uses a lot of profanity."

"If that's the case, forget it. I don't have time to judge these outsiders." The spell had no conclusion, and Ron had no more patience for them. "How about this, Karad, escort them all back to the trading post first, and then spend some time questioning the residents. Those from the two tribes who damaged items must compensate according to the price, and those who killed or injured people must pay with their lives."

"After the investigation, drive them all out of the territory. Since they want to migrate to the south, send them out from the south. As for their grievances, I don't care."

"I understand." Karad nodded and sneered at the two groups of prisoners.

"Wait, you mean, that trading post is also yours?" The orc priest was stunned for a few seconds, and asked tremblingly, "Is there a dwarf named Rurik and a girl named Annie there?"

"What?" Ron's face changed. He took two steps forward and grabbed the priest by the collar. "You'd better not tell me that you attacked there."

"I will send you to the nine levels of hell. I swear I can do it."

"No, it wasn't us," said the priest who was almost suffocated by Ron. "We were treated well by the dwarves there. How could they repay kindness with enmity? But after we left, it was those people who came back to kill us!"

(End of this chapter)