Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 354 The dragon is coming

Duanbing hinted that Ron had been reluctant to use this gift from Elden until the past two months, when he finally made a breakthrough in arcane magic and was able to fully master this arcane magic instead of simply relying on tearing scrolls to cast spells.

Today is its debut.

There was a slight pain in his left arm, but it was quickly suppressed by the effective potion. For the caster, the side effects of close combat were not few, but Ron was able to offset these effects with bottles of alchemical potions!
"Burp—" Ron smashed the last empty bottle, his steps like a butterfly flying among flowers, deftly avoiding the fatal attacks of the priests, and his counterattack was fast and heavy. The dwarf swung the flail at him, but Ron grabbed one end of the flail with his backhand and pulled the dwarf's body, which was heavier than that of humans and elves, over, and punched the dwarf's red nose. Two streams of blood immediately flowed out of the dwarf's nasal cavity.

"You're next!"

Facing the charge from Aaron on his warhorse, Ron avoided the dangerous Holy Slash with several maneuvers. A scroll of Phantom Steps was torn open by him, and the mage immediately flashed to Sera's side and snatched the Canglan Grasp from the barbarian's hand. The huge sword swept up with an overwhelming force and collided fiercely with Aaron, who jumped up from the horse's back and held up a long sword that was three points more dazzling than the sunlight.

Under Aaron's all-out attack of the Holy Slash, even the Grip of Canglan could not withstand such pressure and let out a piercing wail, but the sound only lasted for a moment before it stopped abruptly. A curtain of light and smoke covered the entire area, and a huge roar pierced everyone's eardrums.

"Ron!"

"Old Lei!"

The people on both sides didn't care about anything else at this moment. The bearded dwarf blew the blood off his beard and face and rushed forward. The others also swarmed over at about the same time, all wanting to snatch their leader as soon as possible.

The final blow left a large pit in the middle of the open space that could accommodate three adult humans. Aaron stood in the pit with the tip of his sword pointing downward, only one or two centimeters away from Ron's heart. Ron was in a slightly embarrassed state and had no weapon at hand. The Canglan Grip fell several meters away.

But everyone who saw this scene understood that Raymond Aron was by no means the final winner, because right where Aron's sword was pointing, an arrowhead slightly longer than the usual shortbow arrow blocked the potentially fatal sword.

"This is it—" The half-elf bit his lip, his eyes full of confusion.

"You will die first." Aaron's empty right hand was shaking. If he hadn't used his left hand to hold the sword at the last moment, his weapon would have flown out of his hand. He would have been hit in the face by Ron like Perglen and the dwarf.

It was really dangerous... When was the last time it was so difficult? It must have been a year ago, right? The time I fought that Balor Flame Demon...

"Do you really think that the arrows I made myself will not leave a backdoor for myself?" Ron grinned. His eyes had regained clarity, but the blue-green light had not faded. "Do you dare to bet with me?"

"Anyway, both sides have resurrection skills, so you won't be afraid, right?"

"Since everyone has the resurrection spell, why does it have to come to that?" Perglan spoke up quickly to smooth things over. The priestess's jaw had just been smashed by Ron. Although the healing spell could help her recover, she still looked horrible with her face covered in blood.

She, who had just been trying hard to persuade the two sides to "compete", now put her arm around Victoria's shoulders and said, "Miss Victoria must be fine, right? We have gone through a thorough investigation! Then what problems could there be with the people with her? There's no need to make a fuss like this, right?"

"Priest Perglen, are you shielding them?" the dwarf said sullenly, "This vampire is standing before us so brazenly! What qualifications do they have to escape punishment?"

"Then you can try and see if you can bring us to justice!" Sylvia sneered. "Don't be like that, Sylvia," Victoria smiled uglier than crying, "Master Priest, we really have no ill will towards you. It is unexpected that it has come to this. Otherwise, why would we let them hide?"

"Maybe they want to launch a sneak attack!" The dwarf was stubborn and unwilling to compromise. If Chief Judge Aaron was not in the center of the explosion at any time, he might choose to continue fighting these evil creatures to the end.

"If I really wanted to launch a sneak attack, I wouldn't need them," Ron rolled his eyes. "Judge Aaron, hold your sword tight. You don't want to commit suicide because of a mistake, do you?"

"Karad!"

The deafening sound of war drums rang out from all directions of the trading post. The four priests stared in shock at the surrounding fields, swamps, and dense forests. Goblin heads popped up like mushrooms after a rain, holding sophisticated weapons that could rival those of the city guards. What was even more shocking was that a three-meter-tall colossal chariot removed its camouflage at this moment, and its heavy crossbows, powerful enough for siege, turned around with a "crunching" sound and headed here.

And on this real war machine, the fully armed hobgoblin sat still, with a shining halberd across his knees, waiting for Ron's next order. He would lead all the goblins to attack without hesitation and drown the four soldiers who were at the end of their strength in the torrent of war.

If it were four people in their prime, these goblins might not be enough for them to fill their teeth, but now, can they really escape before their remaining mana and physical strength are exhausted?
"This is..." Although Aaron's main attention was still on Ron, even with his peripheral vision, he could understand what kind of situation they were in. "You want to ambush us?!"

"No, no," Aaron quickly denied his intuitive judgment and looked at Ron in confusion, "If you really want to ambush, there is no need to put yourself in this situation..."

"We are just worried that you will be prejudiced against the residents of the territory and even draw your swords against them," Victoria sighed. "Ron is right. You did just that."

"We have no hostility towards you, at least not at the beginning," Ron snorted, "but your repeated provocations have forced us to show our cards one by one."

“Your Excellency, you don’t think this will make us surrender!” The visual impact on the dwarf was no less than that on his companions, but the stereotype of dwarves is that they are naturally stubborn, and his experience in the cult and the army also determined that he would not easily change his opinion. “Even if you have no ill intentions, you are still a dangerous organization!”

"We must report to the Archbishop what we see and hear here!"

"Really?" Ron gently pushed away the tip of Judge Aaron's sword with the handle of his arrow, dodged the other party's outstretched hand, and stood up. "If that's the case, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you go."

Ron threw away the Mind Gem in his other hand, which had run out of energy. He had used up the last one in the fight with Aaron just now. He took out the Lightning Gem that he had obtained first, and under the vigilant gaze of the four priests, a beam of lightning shot vertically upwards into the air.

"I'll show you another card," Ron stood where he was, letting the other party raise the sword in his hand again, "but remember, I usually keep at least one card face up, so you'd better not overreact."

In mid-air, a dragon's roar interrupted all the speculations of Aaron and others, and then the black wings that entered everyone's field of vision and the strong acid breath that poured down and landed near everyone extinguished the last glimmer of fantasy in their hearts.

The dragon is coming.

(End of this chapter)