Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

“The so-called Demon Lord and the so-called Duke of Purgatory are not omniscient and omnipotent after all,” a hoarse voice that was difficult to distinguish between male and female in the black fog brought a deafening laugh, “As long as the plan is perfect from the beginning, even they will not be able to see through my lies.”

"Who would have thought that the black dragon that was hiding, afraid of being discovered, was actually a fake?"

"dont you agree?"

"Master is wise, your wisdom is like the stars in the sky, which no one can touch..." The "Black Dragon Lich" crawled on the ground, speaking nice words in a low voice.

There is not the slightest breath of life on it, but it is not an ordinary undead creature that is completely controlled by humans. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that its true identity has never been discovered.

"I prefer to be the night sky itself rather than the stars," the being in the black fog snorted. The black fog rolled and presented the scenery of Green Swamp Town, which had just escaped the plague. "The release of the aura was just right. There was truth in the falsehood and falsehood in the truth. Even Gracia couldn't see through the mystery and is still trying to use this incident to put her shackles on those mortals. It's ridiculous."

"Master..." Silver Dragon seemed to remember something and spoke tremblingly, "When your humble servant was being hunted before, the scales on his body might have been shattered by that demon. Is it possible that it could have figured out your plan?"

“See through? Of course, they will know, but that’s because I let them know.” The black fog shook, shattering all the images presented, “Because now is the time to let them know.”

"Why else would you think I would be so reckless as to appear in front of them and give them a chance to lock on to my coordinates? Don't worry, everything is as planned."

"The change of dynasties in this land, the pursuit of you metal dragons, the subjugation of chromatic dragons, and the participation of these self-proclaimed powerful creatures are all part of my plan. Only in this way can I take the final step - I will become an existence that surpasses Ashadelon and Chronepsis. No matter how they or you plot against me, they cannot stop me from taking this step!"

"Now, it's time to make the next move - you come in first."

"Yes, my master." The silver dragon stood up, but lowered its head even lower. It staggered forward until it was swallowed by the black fog. As the fog surged violently, a larger and stronger dragon walked out, with dark flames leaping in its eyes.

On its well-built muscles, the layers of scales that faintly shone with golden light quickly dimmed and eventually turned completely black. Its face, which originally had soft beard-like spines and horns extending back from its nose and forehead, also quickly changed into a skull-like appearance. A creature that looked like a wise saint turned into an evil being.

The shadow of a silver dragon appeared on the body of the adult dragon, roaring and struggling, but was quickly wrapped up by a wisp of black mist and disappeared. The subsequent glimmer of light in the dragon's eyes was eventually annihilated by the darkness.

"Master." The adult dragon moved its wings, and when he spoke, his voice also changed profoundly, making it no longer have anything to do with the original it. Instead, it was closer to the "Black Dragon Lich" that Ron and others had seen before.

"Very good, go ahead." The black fog didn't seem to intend to say more, and the dragon seemed to fully understand its master's plan. It turned around quickly and disappeared into the teleportation array.

“The golden dragon… is indeed more difficult to deal with.” After a long while, a murmur came from the black fog. “I am sure that you still have a little bit of self-awareness hidden in your body, waiting for the right time. But it doesn’t matter. This is the result I want. Not only that…”

"The little bit of consciousness you have left can also become part of my plan." "The golden dragon is a symbol of wisdom? Hehe, bullshit."

The black fog fell silent again, just like it had done for thousands of years. Its true self was not as impatient as it showed to other creatures. It just... was unwilling to give up this opportunity.

If it acts exactly according to its normal plan, it will take nearly another thousand years for it to see the light of day again, by which time its success rate will reach a terrifying 90 percent.

But... although the success rate calculated at the moment is five percentage points lower, it can save thousands of years, which is worth it, without a doubt.

After all, it cannot be sure, given the current turbulent situation in the world, whether everything will go as planned a thousand years from now.

Now is the best time.

"Now is the best time," Ron said as he walked between the fields reclaimed by the people. His boots made a crunching sound as they stepped on the thick snow. Behind him followed several villagers who had migrated here with him. "Although the snow hasn't melted yet and the weather is a bit cold, land planning must be done in advance."

"According to our divination and prophecy, the best time for sowing this year will be slightly later than in previous years, but the deviation will not be too big, so a slight adjustment will be enough."

"My Lord, I am not doubting your conclusion. It's just that if this happens, the food we prepared will probably be in short supply. You know, the most difficult time is often not in winter but in early spring. Our food reserves are no longer abundant, and the caravans are still as scarce as in winter. Most importantly, the wild beasts and monsters in the wild are also starving."

"Recently, our militiamen have discovered traces of wild animals such as bears and wolves active nearby."

"Don't the militia have enough manpower? I'll let Andre and Karad take charge of this matter," Ron pondered for a moment, "We'll plan their guard positions later to ensure that civilians can move around safely."

"That would be the best, that would be the best," the villager nodded quickly. At this time last year, he would never have believed that the goblins could protect them and their fields. But now, his hopes have been placed on those little guys. "It would be even better if Lord Kalade is willing to put out the chariot. The beasts in the deep jungle will definitely not dare to get close!"

"But... please also remind those goblins that it's best not to 'fight', as it will only add a lot of work to us..."

"Well, I'll try my best." Ron rubbed his temple. He could only say that the other party's worry was not groundless. Even Driver would be too jumpy sometimes, not to mention the other goblins. If they made trouble while working, it would be a real hassle.

Ask Karad for a good solution. It's best not to use harsh laws. Ordinary intelligent races might be afraid of it, but goblins... that's not going to work. (End of this chapter)