Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 305: The Disputing Group

The current leaders of both the orcs and the centaurs were grateful for Ron's tolerance. After a few days, these favors naturally reached the ears of their tribesmen.

The Cracked Tooth Tribe had no objection to the orc priest's idea. In their tribe, priests were not only a profession in charge of witchcraft, but also a synonym for "well-informed" and "able to communicate with gods". Even the successors of the previous leaders had a certain say. Now that the new leader has not yet been elected, the priest is the only supreme leader, and her words are the law for the tribe.

But on the other hand, the situation on Zandia's side is much more chaotic.

The Centaurs had a much looser organizational structure than the Orcs, not to mention that before his father died, he entrusted the clan affairs and the new patriarch to his younger brother, Korzim. Although the Centaurs did not want to stay in the Delusion Land, they had serious disagreements on the direction of migration.

"Are they not done arguing yet?" Ron, who moved his residence to the renovated New Green Swamp Town, slept very poorly on the first night. On the one hand, in order to rebuild the New Green Swamp Town as quickly as possible, he also joined the construction team and was so busy that he only had a good sleep in the late night yesterday.

On the other hand, it was because right next to his bedroom, those people had been arguing with each other all night long, with even the sound of horses neighing in between!

Ron practically thought he was sleeping in the stable.

"Hmm, maybe it's because they are spirits. These creatures are really energetic," Sylvia just happened to push open the door and come out. As a vampire, she doesn't need real sleep, but meditation also requires a relatively quiet environment. "But you know what, although they are noisy, they don't forget to eat, and they even eat a lot."

"Considering their weight, this clan has been restraining their appetite in recent days," Gillianis came in from outside. Masalino left in a hurry after the town's repairs were basically completed, so she is now the new arcane advisor in the territory. "But I'm only referring to the people in Zandia's faction. Her uncle's faction can be said to have eaten a lot."

"Kolzm?" Ron raised his eyelids. "I remember that the main reason for his quarrel with Zandia was that he didn't trust my recommendation, right?"

"Yes, he thought that you had just returned from Carolina and wanted to find some way to sell them to slave owners, so he urged us to turn southeast and find a pasture between the city-state alliance and the eastern countries."

Judging from Gillianis's expression, Korzm must have said a lot of bad things about Carolina and Delusion Land, but an elf who has lived for hundreds of years obviously doesn't show his emotions so easily, so that group of people can still eat and drink with peace of mind.

"Oh, those principalities and kingdoms have already divided the land for five hundred years. The only reason they haven't occupied it is that they don't want to shed blood." Constance, who had just finished washing up and walked out of her room, sneered twice. "Pasture? By then, tax collectors from several countries will take turns to extort the land, and there won't even be a blade of grass left."

"Let them do whatever they want. It's none of our business." Ron looked at Constance, who had recently assumed the responsibility of "administrative advisor" because of Faramar's return to Purgatory. "Remember to remind them later that it's not a good thing for them to stay here all the time. Be more tactful. There's no need to anger that big fool."

Ron thought for a moment and added, "A centaur weighs several hundred pounds of meat. If we really have to kill them all, it will be enough for the goblins and kobolds to eat until their next life. It's better to ask them to leave. Maybe we can use them in the future." "I see," Constance nodded. "Have you ever considered Exuri? He's still growing, right? Dozens of centaurs may not be enough to feed him..."

"He doesn't like it," Ron shook his head. "This guy's taste is getting further and further away from the Black Dragon. After we moved here, he was always around Ivy, which annoyed your cousin to death."

The black-haired half-elf smiled strangely. "Their family are all good at cooking, but I never thought that I could win the favor of a black dragon - even a black dragon raised by a gold dragon."

"Even as a half-human, your life has just begun, and there are all kinds of 'unthought-of' things waiting for you in the future." The difference between "half-elf" and "half-human" in the common language is not that big, but Gillianis always likes to use a certain special term in the Elvish language to refer to the offspring of elves and humans.

When other races are treated like this, they will most likely think that there is some kind of discrimination on the other side, but half-elves have long been accustomed to it.

"I admit that - but at least in the Delusion Land, there shouldn't be any more 'unexpected' things, right?" Constance shrugged slightly. She looked at Ron, "My lord, you have wiped out the remnants of the Hailan Empire and the remnants of the ancient kingdom. The conquest of the Delusion Land is no longer a delusion. It seems that you are indeed the chosen one to rule this land."

"I dare not say that," Ron's voice was drowned out by Korzm's shouting next door. "The Delusion Land is far more than what we have explored now. Not to mention the mountains behind us that can be seen from here, there is a village ruled by demons just on the edge."

"And, oh, you weren't there at the time - not far from here, the remains of an old green dragon are still coiled under a tree. We still don't know what killed it."

"An old green dragon?" Gillianis's blue eyes lit up. "Where is it? Can you take me to see it? Old dragons are rare, and their corpses are even rarer!"

"We have emptied almost all the things in the cave. Now they are piled in the Axuri's nest. Some are in our hands." Sylvia took out her walking stick and shook it. "If you want to see it, it's just a few steps outside the town."

"But Exure is still the same. Unless Ron goes there in person, he won't let anyone get close to his treasure house."

"Then he is probably one of the richest young dragons in history," Gillianis couldn't help but smile. "In that case, I have to go and see it with my own eyes. But I also want to visit the Green Dragon's Lair. As your arcane advisor, the Lord should not refuse, right?"

"There's nothing to refuse." Ron estimated that the people would continue to be deadlocked. Although there are many matters at the moment, there is no urgent need to solve them personally. It's okay to accompany this new consultant for a while. "By the way, has Exuri come back now? The guy was taken away by the kobolds to build a statue a few days ago. Because of this matter, the doppelgangers have complained to me a lot."

(End of this chapter)