Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Richthofen looked like he was looking at a dead person with his nose up, something that even the most vulgar peasants would not do. But when Victoria walked over and reached out to grab the wrist of the corpse holding the IV tube, she actually touched something hard, which was completely different from their wooden structure!
"Made of clay!"

The priest of Heim looked at the gray, ring-shaped object hanging on the wrist in surprise. "It's even strange. It should be just an ordinary pottery, right? How could it almost match the wrist of the corpse?"

"Did it wear this bracelet when it was alive? Its hand will definitely not be able to recover blood!"

"Victoria, they are considered plants," Ron reminded helplessly, "They don't even have 'blood', and they don't have skin, flesh, or fat like humans. Even if they become mummies, their size won't be reduced by much."

"But this bracelet is indeed a rare item. Those in the upper levels don't have such gadgets - they are completely naked in a sense."

"Oh, and there's this little gadget," Ron glanced at the gold waving in Driver's hand and added, "It's you who has to look for it - maybe there are similar things in other cabins!"

"Everything I found is mine!" Driver shouted in excitement and immediately threw himself into his new job as a tomb raider. It turned out that he was indeed gifted in this area. In a short while, a canvas was spread out on the ground in front of Ron and the others. Driver collected all the "trophies" ranging from headbands to rings and randomly piled them on the canvas for everyone to see.

The only exception was the corpse that the goblin hunter was dragging in his hand, which was smaller than him. This corpse obviously did not remove the intubation tube before death, so it experienced painful torture, and the whole structure was twisted into a ball. In this ball, a rough, unrecognizable gold and silver product was tightly hugged, and no matter how hard Driver tried to pry it apart, he couldn't open it.

"This is really a waste of money!" The goblin hunter cursed and threw the whole body on the ground, and wiped the sweat from his hands with his cloak. "I am so tired! I didn't expect such a small thing would require my greatest effort!"

"Ron, just burn it! I want to see if what he is holding is pure gold!"

"It's definitely not! Didn't you see there's a lot of silver on it?" Sylvia frowned and pointed at this special corpse, "But looking at the appearance of this corpse... could it be a child?"

As soon as the vampire said this, everyone immediately looked at him sideways. "Sylvia, don't talk nonsense. How can spore people have children? They are all born from flesh and blood corpses."

"But these may not be spore people," Sylvia said, "They are different from those seen outside..."

"Those outside are different from what I've seen, Miss Sylvia," the Elf Great Swordsman said somewhat depressedly, "So I'm more inclined to believe that this is also a special mutated spore man."

"After all, look, isn't that the big one over there a thorn beast?"

"Although spore people and spiny beasts often appear together because of their common origin, I have to regretfully tell you that these plant people are most likely not spore people."

Gillianis slowly fell from mid-air. She liked this way of walking without using her feet, but flying underground only made her feel depressed. The moon elf controlled a series of simple experimental equipment and hovered in front of everyone. In one of the petri dishes, Ron saw something familiar.

It was a kind of fungus, or more specifically, Fusarium. "I extracted this from the remains of the giant spiny beast," Gillianis said. "These things have very strong vitality. Even though they have almost completely absorbed all the nutrients around them, there are still some sporadic ones that have survived until now by dormancy or other means, and have been reactivated by me."

"In addition, I also found partially petrified and semi-petrified spore clusters, which were also gathered in the body of the spiny beast, which is a strong evidence of its connection with Gibberella."

"but."

The Elf Wizard emphasized the turning point: "But, let me show you some interesting parts that I extracted from the giant's body. Ron, it's mainly for you to read. I don't expect others to understand it."

A honeycomb-like structure was brought in front of Ron. In addition, there were some scattered gray-black particles, which looked like what Gillianis had just taken out of the honeycomb structure.

"You guessed right. I really took this out," Gillianis seemed to have seen through Ron's thoughts. "But before that, why don't you guess who the owner of these particles should be?"

Ron observed these particles as closely as possible. After associating them with known things and combining them with the honeycomb-like structure, Ron couldn't help but have a bold guess in his mind: "Uh, are these Fusarium?"

Gillianis nodded approvingly. "Half guess? Or did you really recognize it?"

"Are these also Fusarium?" Anastasia stared at Gillianis with wide eyes, "But you, you just said that these plant people are not spore people--"

"Yes, because after I used arcane analysis, I came to the conclusion that these red molds originated from the body of the giant thorn beast," Sword Song Lion Armor interrupted her own line, but because they were actually one person, no one could tell who was who when there was no emotion involved, "and these honeycomb structures were produced by the giants themselves. It is a defense system. When the giants are alive, they should be sticky, using their own surface area to stick to a large amount of red mold, so that they cannot damage the giants themselves."

"So now it seems that his defense failed?" Sera didn't quite understand the details, but she understood the defense.

"How should I put it? Yes and no. The red mold did successfully invade his body, but considering his size and the fact that he is not made of flesh and blood, even if he stands still and lets the red mold eat him, it will take a long time for the red mold to complete the task. This time is enough for the giant to kill the giant thorn beast."

"But the result is as we can see: neither he nor the thorn beast caused fatal injuries to each other, and the giant's weapon has even disappeared - I guess it should be buried under the soil - in short, someone else killed them."

Ron's body swayed slightly, and a gentle buoyancy slowly rose under the feet of him and his other companions, carrying them up.

The Moon Elf controlled the whole process to ensure that no one would be hurt: "Come on, follow me up there, the clues are above their heads." (End of this chapter)