Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 304 Post-War Resettlement

"Then thank you so much!" Ron's mouth twitched. He thought that he would hear the news of Jin Long's death someday in the future!

"You're too polite." The golden dragon's sense of humor was fleeting. He suddenly remembered something and quickly became serious again. "By the way, if you meet another golden dragon or canary visiting Exuri in the future, please don't mention my injury this time."

"That's my superior and my great-grandfather. If he knew, he would be worried and I would be scolded for it."

There was no problem with that, and Ron agreed. It was normal not to want to worry the elders when you were away from home. If it were Ron, he would not want to explain to his great-grandfather.

The golden dragon explained some more details about Ikthuri, and then spread out his pair of dragon wings that covered the sky. Sonic booms and whirlwinds swept across the ruins of the entire New Green Swamp Town. This powerful creature soared into the sky and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Ah, Old Jin is leaving now, and he didn't even say goodbye to me." Marsalino came over with a bit of melancholy, and looked up at the sky with Ron. "But that's right. Although from our mortal perspective, dragons, as one of the most powerful creatures, are always free, they actually have their own work and lives."

"As a chosen one of the goddess of magic, stop lamenting about 'us mortals'," Ron glanced at the old wizard. "Speaking of which, how is the task your goddess assigned to you going?"

"It's not that easy to regain the power, or even to further improve it." Masarino smiled bitterly, "And now I have another debt - I contacted my friends in other dimensions some time ago, and the cloud giant I stole is now looking for me all over the world."

"They won't find this place, will they?" Hearing this, Ron suddenly became a little restless. He unconsciously looked over there at the hill giant who was eating hard to replenish his energy - the cloud giant was much more terrifying than this guy.

"It's hard to say." Marsalino was unsure about this matter, and his brows furrowed even deeper. "So I just want to tell you this: Thank you for your hospitality during this period, but I am also ready to resign from my position and go to another world to hide from the limelight."

"The cloud giant is proud to be a noble being. Even if he really finds this place, he won't make things difficult for you as long as he doesn't find me. You just need to tell him the number 'Z7-P1-8934'. I will leave a clue on the plane of that coordinate, and he won't bother you again."

The planeswalker smiled apologetically. "But please don't worry. I'm not as anxious as Lao Jin. The town here is almost destroyed. I think I should still have time to help you rebuild it. That would be considered as truly completing my work."

"Of course, it would be even better if you could ask the elf to help. Then I would have more time to escape, hehe."

"I can't guarantee that she will agree," Ron glanced at Gillianis over there, "but don't worry, the focus of the territory will definitely shift here, and you will definitely have no shortage of help during the repair process."

"That's great!" Marsarino left gratefully and immediately ran to find Anne to discuss the reconstruction. He really didn't have much time now.

On the other side, Rurik had been taken to the trading post by Chaoga and other demons to hand over the ore. Seeing that they had not returned yet, Ron turned to the two races that had paid the most in this defense: goblins and kobolds.

Although these creatures are weak and have bad reputations, they have shown great righteousness in several crises in the territory despite their different purposes. Ron is also very happy to repay them in his own way, such as repairing the canyon that has been almost destroyed by the kobolds and building an enlarged statue of the "Great Exuri". Although the little dragons they worship did not actually participate in the war, all the kobolds believe that they would not be able to win without the wise dragons commanding behind the scenes.

Compared to the result-oriented goblins and ogres who celebrated their victory with joy, the orc priests and Zandya were much more depressed.

The unusually strong centaur was the deceased father of Zandiana and the former leader of the centaur tribe. The orc priest also found their former leader among the dead. The new hatred between the two tribes was finally resolved.

"Undead creatures, liches..." After hearing Ron's explanation, the orc priest showed a frustrated look on his face, "In this case, the entire timeline can be sorted out."

"The former leader of the Centaurs died for unknown reasons, and was re-controlled by the lich to attack us and kill our leader. The Broken Tooth Tribe would certainly not surrender, so we retaliated by attacking their camp outside the town of Fromm."

"And all the warriors became the bargaining chips of a cunning dead man!" Zandia lay on the ground, pounding the ground angrily. Her four hooves were injured to varying degrees. Even with healing potions and spells, she couldn't stand up for a while. "We were so confused at that time!"

"It's not your fault. After all, there are always frictions between the two tribes. It's normal to suspect each other at the first sight," Ron said. "Now that we have figured it out, what are you going to do next? Are you going to fight to the death again?"

"The grudge between the two tribes is long-standing. It cannot be washed away in one or two generations, even with blood," the orc priest shook his head tiredly. "The world is difficult now. It is not easy to survive."

The old orc looked up at Ron and said, "My Lord, we all deeply admire the restraint you have shown. Even in this situation, you still gave us a chance to survive. I wonder... if your territory needs manpower, can our Broken Tooth Tribe choose to settle here?"

"Please believe us, we are not as barbaric as the rumors say. Even if some of our customs are at odds with the traditions of your territory, we can try our best to adapt. Most importantly, we are all natural hunters and warriors, and we are stronger than goblins and kobolds. You will definitely be able to use us."

"If you can guarantee that what happened before will happen again, I can't think of any reason to refuse you," Ron smiled and turned to look at Zandia, "What about you? Are you planning to stay too?"

"I really want to..." Zandia smiled shyly, "But you see, it's really hard for our horses to adapt to life here. Unlike the centaurs in Yungang who are used to city life, our clan still prefers the vast plains and Gobi Desert. Swamps and rainforests are really..."

"I understand," Ron nodded. The structure of centaurs meant that this race could not adapt to all environments. "Well, I think it's better for you to rest here for a while before you set off again. Although I'm just a start-up, I have more space than you do."

"In addition, I will write a letter of recommendation to the city-state alliance in the south. It may not be useful, but it should still save you a lot of trouble."

(End of this chapter)