Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 392 Strong Acid Tiger Man
"Are you feeling a little disappointed?"

Looking at the vampire wizard who had just saved her standing there motionless, just staring at Ron who was concentrating on controlling Bigby's hand, Anastasia suddenly felt a little evil. She leaned over and bumped Sylvia's shoulder teasingly.

"As long as you say the word, I will stand by your side."

"You?" Sylvia tilted her head, but walked away a little further away. "You haven't got married yet, have you?"

"Can you still help me? You and Leah are old comrades."

"How can this kid talk like that?" The elf mercenary rolled his eyes. "Who said I haven't got a family? I have had a family before, more than once!"

"My first love was a minor noble from the Hailan Empire. When I decided to join the resistance but was betrayed by a traitor, he went to the gallows to protect me. My second love was a human holy warrior who died in the battle against the Hailan Empire. My third lover was..."

"Well, what about you now? Is your significant other waiting for you at home?"

Anastasia laughed immediately. "What are you thinking about? How could there be such a thing... Well, I don't have a significant other right now..."

Sylvia showed an expression that said "I knew it". The elf mercenary was very unhappy about this, but there was nothing he could do.

"No matter what the benefactor chooses, it is his decision. I am just trying my best to get it." After a moment, Sylvia's voice sounded alone in the elf's ear, "You don't need to worry about this."

It's just that the time has not come yet, the vampire firmly believed.

"There shouldn't be any other ambushes around here," Driver walked out from behind Ivy's tower shield after the remaining tiger remnants were eliminated. "The nearby rat swarms have basically swept the area."

"We left a few survivors. Should we wipe them out completely?" The battle on Constance and Carlos's side also ended. Unlike the brutal battlefield here, the confrontation on their side seemed a little milder - most of the tiger bandits with all their limbs intact were lying on the ground, groaning and rolling in pain.

Puncture wounds to the torso can easily be more lethal than slashing wounds, but damaging only the limbs is more likely to leave an incapacitated victim alive.

“Please have mercy, we won’t dare to do it again!” A tiger man whose hand was cut off by the Swift Sword struggled and screamed, “Gods, I didn’t suggest attacking the big guys just now!”

"I just advised the leader to retreat, but he didn't listen!" Another tiger man who had injured his right leg also shouted in agreement.

"Asshole! That was clearly my suggestion!" "Bullshit!"

"Alright, alright, shut up!" Ron, who was annoyed by these guys' noise, shouted and ended their argument, "I don't care who persuaded your leader - didn't you attack us in the end? This is not a reason for me to spare your lives!"

Ron looked around at these tiger men and was somewhat surprised to find that there was not a single assassin among them. All those who were still alive and breathing were the bandits.

"Constance, it's not easy for you to keep an assassin like that as a prisoner now, is it?"

He could understand this, after all, her strength still had room for improvement.

"It's not her fault, Sir Ron," Quest explained. "Those assassins seem to be unable to communicate at all. Their minds seem to only support them in attacking the enemy. Their blood is also highly corrosive, which makes it almost impossible for these creatures to stop hurting others."

"We can only kill them all." "Can we only support them to attack the enemy? You overestimate them, you horned fellow!" A tiger man couldn't help but complain after hearing this, "They attack everyone, even us!"

"Oh?" Ron looked at the tiger man, "Well said, can you tell me more about these acid tiger men? I'm a little interested."

"If you speak well, you can survive."

"real?!"

The eyes of these tigers who had lost their ability to resist all lit up green, and they rushed to introduce themselves to Ron, but this only made the already scattered descriptions even more confusing. Ron had no choice but to ask Sera to make them all shut up, and then he would call out their names one by one and tell them all the information they knew.

"You call them acid tigers? Forget it. It doesn't matter what you call them." The first person to speak out got the first chance to speak. "We encountered these guys a month or two ago. At that time, they were not in this state. They were still somewhat conscious, but they were all hungry and weak. Nearly ten of them died in a week."

"Our leader - the one at your feet - discussed with several of our elders and decided to keep them for the sake of expanding our strength. We also gave them a lot of food and helped them through the initial crisis, but..."

The tiger man wanted to continue talking, but the murderous looks from his companions stopped him. He gave Ron a dry laugh and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that's all I know."

Ron certainly understood what he meant, and pointed to the next tiger man: "Then go on."

"Okay!" The tiger man who was chosen was very excited and said quickly, "But later, these tiger men who were no longer starving became more and more insane! At first, they couldn't recognize humans, and later they couldn't tell the difference between tiger men and other creatures!"

"There's no other way. We can only use copper chains that are more corrosion-resistant to control these guys while they sleep, and only release them when we encounter 'tough guys' - in fact, this is the first time they have been used in this way."

The tiger man gave a bitter smile and said, "Treating fellow tiger people is like raising dogs and wolves. Don't say that it hurts you to hear this. We don't want to do this either, but there is nothing we can do about it."

"You said that they were still conscious when they first contacted you?" Ron held his chin with his hand. "Next, you tell me, did they mention their origins?"

"A product of a magician's experiment? A mutant of the beast curse? An additional effect of a magic item? Or some other reason."

Ron's guesses made the tigers look at each other in bewilderment. Finally, the tiger who was called out showed a complicated expression: "This... your guess is really accurate, but you didn't guess it completely right."

"Because of the reasons you mentioned, they are all somewhat involved."

"They claimed that they were being hunted by a terrifying creature. When they were at their wits' end, a magician saved them. The magician mutated the beast curse on them, turning them into what you see, so that they could avoid being hunted."

"But this magician is not a saint who does not ask for anything in return. The acid tigers who are under his protection are required to work for him for more than eighteen hours a day. Moreover, the magician claims that if they try to escape out of gratitude, he will detonate the hidden dangers hidden in the magic items that induce their mutations, turning them into real beasts."

Even though the tiger bandit was only telling this story from a third-party perspective, he still felt a lingering fear: "As for the result, you have seen it all."

"So, where did they come from?" Ron asked the next question.

The Khajiit immediately raised his good arm and pointed to the mountains to the north. "They said it's over there! Behind those mountains!"

(End of this chapter)