Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 306 Siren Song
Right now, the most versatile race in Ron's territory is Quest and his race. In order to smoothly integrate into the society of other races, these creatures have more or less some skills and have been immersed in various arts or crafts for many years. Naturally, the matter of the black dragon baby statue fell on them.

"The Kobold Canyon is not close to their village. They had to live with the Kobolds before the sculpture was completed." Quest always appeared from unexpected shadows, and this time was no exception. "But the rewards you and the Kobolds gave were generous, and they didn't have too many complaints."

"They are mainly worried that if the employer is not satisfied with the finished product, they may be eaten alive."

"Unless the craftsmen carved him to look like a swampmaw, I can't think of any other possibility."

But at least today, those shapeshifting craftsmen don't have to worry about being eaten by the black dragon. When Ron led a few people to the black dragon's lair outside the town, Axuri was lying at the door of his house like a black panther, lazily basking in the sun.

"Hey, Ron," Hearing the undisguised footsteps, the young black dragon opened one of his eyelids a little. After confirming Ron's presence, he opened his mouth wide, yawned, and then closed his eyes again, "Why didn't Ivy come?"

"There is no combat mission. She went to study spices," Ron lied. He did not mention that the half-elf warrior was worried that the black dragon would capture her and make her his cook. "It's morning now. Are you going to stay in the sun like this?"

"After Master Jinlong left, the master became more and more lazy," You's translucent figure was looming at the entrance of the cave. As he wished to "clear up the misunderstanding" with Carolina, the unfortunate slave trader was naturally released. You had to return to his incorporeal state, "Lord, you have to take responsibility..."

"Shut up, You." Black Dragon turned over so that his other side could also bask in the sun. "I'm in the period of growing up, and it's good for me to get more sun."

"You'll get moldy if you stay at home and read books all day."

"You sound more like a quilt than a dragon," Sylvia said teasingly. "Annie said your tower will be finished soon. If you move up there, you can study while basking in the sun."

"What—" Black Dragon sat up in shock from his dying illness, "So soon?! I can't move there so quickly! My babies also have to..."

"I can help you move it." Gillianis's sudden response made Exuri speechless. After knowing that the natural disaster that he could observe even at the trading post that day was the result of this elf's spell, his awe of Gillianis almost reached the extreme. He even did not dare to refuse the moon elf's request for a slice of his keratin.

After all, even his teacher might not be able to control a meteor explosion of that magnitude.

"I think we can hold classes there in the future," Gillianis looked back at the unfinished tower not far away and thought for a moment, "The terrain is good and it's also far away from the town. If an experimental accident occurs, it won't easily affect ordinary people."

Ron and Sylvia were naturally in favor of this, but as for the one whose nest was usurped by the dragon? The young dragon curled up in a ball, feeling wronged, and didn't even dare to protest angrily.

In the lair of Aik'Zuri, with the arrival of Gillianis, the amethyst slab became restless just like the original preface to the weaving. Gillianis even just threw the dark gem upwards, and the slab flew into the air and caught it with the correct groove. With a flash of light, a crossbow naturally appeared in front of everyone.

Even domestic dogs are not so well-trained!

"Is it because you are a pure-blooded elf?" Constance looked at the purple crystal slab in surprise. "When Ivy and I use it, we need..."

"I know this has nothing to do with elven blood. The kid from the Ryan family had to put it on himself," Gillianis picked up the crossbow and checked the extent of the damage to the magic weapon. "I am its creator, so of course I have to leave a backdoor for myself." "There is basically no damage. It seems that the effect is quite good. It's a pity that the researcher who invented this preservation method did not wait until the Royal Academy of the Hailan Empire issued him a patent."

"Aren't elves' lifespans very long? How old was he?" Ron asked casually, looking at the crossbow in Gillianis's hand curiously.

"Dead? He's still alive, and now he's teaching in the new Elven Kingdom," Gillianis raised her eyebrows. "I'm talking about the Royal Academy. The old stubborn people there are either relatives of the Ryan family or their loyal servants. When the empire collapsed, they were buried with it. Naturally, they won't grant him another patent."

"Are there any of you who are good at using a crossbow? You can try this," the moon elf threw the crossbow to Ron. "It was made by one of my researchers. He won the runner-up in the innovation competition that year. The two-handed sword that won the championship was presented to His Majesty the Emperor. Later I heard that it was broken in the battle in the palace, but I didn't see it with my own eyes."

"What's the name of this crossbow?" Ron took the crossbow. This lightweight weapon had a natural and smooth structure, with a blue-black background and wave patterns painted on both sides. When Ron tried to pull the crossbow string, he could feel his magic power flowing down and pouring into the crossbow, condensing into a crossbow arrow composed entirely of magic power.

"Siren Song," Gillianis introduced, "Its innovative point is that the caster does not need to synchronize magic to use it, and does not need to carry real crossbows. It is a good self-defense option for casters who have run out of spells."

"Of course you can also choose to load physical ammunition, but no matter which one you choose, the time required to load the crossbow is necessary."

"Then why is it called Siren Song?" Ron fiddled with the new toy in his hand curiously. The crossbow felt so comfortable that he couldn't let it go. He aimed the crossbow at the empty wall on one side and said, "Is it okay for me to test fire one shot? I remember that the crossbow's lethality is not that great, and its range is also limited."

"You can, but I suggest you better--" Before Gillianis finished her words, Ron pulled the trigger first. The piercing magical scream instantly swept through the entire cave. The two mimics hiding in the corner had no time to react. The two monsters, dazed by the bombing, were forced to reveal their original forms and bumped around aimlessly, looking for a possible exit to escape from the nest.

You and the others on the side were also affected. The whistling sound, which was no less than the devil's sound that pierced the brain, not only tore the spirit body out of shape, but also almost pierced the eardrums of everyone except Ron!

Even Ron himself regained the feeling of the New Year. After shooting the arrow, he felt a buzzing in his head and it took him a while to recover.

"Do you understand now?" Gillianis, who is worthy of being a great wizard, did not seem to be affected at all. "As you said, the crossbow's lethality and range are very limited. To make up for this, he allows this crossbow to release the 'Song of Temptation' that charms the audience, the 'Dissonance' that terrifies the listeners, and the 'Elegy of the Dead' that controls the undead creatures three times a day. Do you see the bottom of the crossbow? You'd better press the cat's eye out, otherwise it will be like what happened just now."

"This is an emergency button. When the user is in danger and has no time to actively guide the melody, the user will automatically release the discordant melody every time he shoots to repel the enemy. We all suggested that he turn this setting off, but he obviously ignored my advice."

"I think he's deaf from listening to the Sirens' songs!" Sylvia covered her ears and shook her body, protesting at the top of her lungs. "What kind of innovation competition is this? It's really harmful!"

"How can this be the runner-up?!"

"It's an innovation after all. It's rare that one of my researchers has the same brain circuit as a dwarf," the Elf Wizard spread his hands, "and after all, he also designed a switch. I think it still has practical value."

(End of this chapter)