Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 492: Crisis in Fromm Town

Generally speaking, the more complicated a plan is, the better. Especially when you need to face or avoid a stronger opponent, it is more effective to take the opponent by surprise occasionally.

The more complicated it is, the more mistakes there are, and therefore the easier it is to fail. Recently, there is Nasaran and the black dragon lich. In the distant past, as far as Ron knows, there was once a kingdom with three generations of emperors, three brothers.

The powerful ministers held power and supported puppets. The three emperors refused to surrender and successively colluded with their subordinates to plot to overthrow the powerful ministers. However, the result was that they were assassinated three times in a row. Finally, it was not until the fourth time that the powerful minister was tricked into a trap and ended his life.

Sometimes, the brain is not as useful as a board or a knife. Evander realized this and just then considered introducing an unrelated outsider into the plan in an attempt to disrupt Gillianis and others.

The success or failure is not discussed for the moment. On the contrary, Ron encountered a similar situation: along the way, everyone mainly discussed how to find the tribe that kidnapped Elden, and what words, price or actions to use to make the other party release Elden. But they never expected that when they arrived in Fromm two days later, they saw an unexpected scene.

"We have enough supplies. There is no need to go to Fromm for resupply. Let's turn north from here to avoid attracting too much..." Victoria repeated the conclusion they had agreed upon before. However, before she finished her words, she, who was walking in front, suddenly widened her eyes and looked straight ahead.

"That is...what happened in Frome town..." The pastor's trembling voice penetrated everyone's eardrums.

"It seems like someone is attacking the town!" Driver's slightly sharp voice came into everyone's eardrums from the treetops above their heads at the right time.

"Can you see clearly who it is?" Ivy was surprised and asked quickly.

"No matter who he is, he is definitely not a good person! We have to go and take a look!" Sera, however, was more result-oriented. At this moment, she had already grasped the Canglan Grip on her back.

Sylvia Yue was not so reckless. She knew that Ron's idea was to avoid unnecessary trouble as much as possible, so she just looked at Ron and didn't say much.

Ron was not without the idea of ​​standing aside and watching, but Fromm Town was not an insignificant place. The story of Ron and most of his companions started from here, and Victoria was born here. Moreover, this place was still some distance away from where they turned. If any force attacked Fromm at this moment, they would not be able to escape the battlefield at all!

"Lord, can we wait here for a while?" Hearing that there was a battle ahead, Shuke's face changed again and again, and finally he looked at Ron palely, "It must be those people from the north, they have already fought their way here..."

Shuke had personally experienced fighting those creatures from the ice and snow. In the north of the earth, disasters had been constant for the past few years, and the tribes that could not hold on had long since migrated to the south, just like Sera's tribe and Kalade. The remaining ones were almost all extremely vicious and powerful. The nightmare scene of that day was still in front of him, and Shuke asked himself, he definitely didn't want to experience it again.

"I'm afraid Fromm Town can't hold out. Waiting any longer will only make the situation worse." Ron was silent for a moment and shook his head. "Everyone, stay hidden. Let's move closer and see from which angle we can help Mayor Victor."

"Yes, sir!" Victoria responded loudly. The few of them looked at each other and immediately dispersed their formation in tacit understanding. With the help of the surrounding environment, they moved towards the direction of Fromm Town. Ron nodded slightly towards a certain place, and the monk in the shadow understood and disappeared with a subtle wave. Ron and Sylvia opened the spell book and checked the spells they prepared for today.

The arcane spells in the spellbook were not entirely suitable for situations like this, but when combined with alchemical potions and magic scrolls, they could already create a certain degree of deterrence.

As the group moved forward cautiously, when they hid behind a hill near Flåm, the situation in front of the town came into view.

Fromm was indeed attacked, and the scale was even larger than everyone expected. Just from a cursory glance, at least three tribes (because they were three different races) participated in the attack. They roared and rushed towards the fragile walls of Fromm, but they were only met with sporadic rain of arrows and spells. Only when a large number of enemies approached would two or three smoke powder barrels be detonated, slightly forcing the offensive back.

"The number of smoke powder barrels is quite limited. At this rate, Mayor Victor will have trouble holding out until dark." As a former defender of Frome, no one here knows the town's situation better than Victoria.

There was nothing that could be done about it, as the garrison of Frome was not designed to handle a battle of this magnitude.

"Look in the distance," Driver's eyes flashed with a sharp light like an eagle. He raised his hand and pointed to the back of the tribes. There, an unusual mist shrouded the surrounding environment. Indistinctly, there seemed to be some huge shadows in it, but their appearance could not be seen clearly.

But their terrifying size alone was enough for Ron and others to guess their identities.

"Frost Giant..." Shuke held a pair of daggers in his hands, suppressed the fear in his heart, and uttered this word.

The fourth in the hierarchy of giants, the frost giants live in remote, cold regions of the world. Anything warmer than the flesh of a freshly killed moose is as good as fire to them. Just as sailors fear the low whistle of the wind that heralds a storm, the denizens of the frozen mountains and ice fields of the north tremble at the sound of the horns that announce the coming of the grim, blue-skinned descendants of Thrym.

Under normal climate conditions, these cruel and ruthless predators would never appear in this location, but the extra cold winter gave them an additional activity area, allowing these giants who rely on strength to determine their status even in the interior to come here.

Their rank among the giants is not high, and cannot be compared with the cloud giants that the mage Masalino offended; but it is not low either, and the hill giants are not worth mentioning in their eyes.

This neither-nor-next-up position determines that they will be the most "rebellious" of all giants. A sufficiently powerful frost giant may not be satisfied with ruling its own kind or weaker creatures, and try to conquer fire giants or cloud giants. The goal of these reformers is usually to impose their own understanding of hierarchy on other giants, thereby achieving the purpose of rebelling against the hierarchy.

It is precisely because Frost Giants always have such ambition and aggressiveness that when other races look at giants, they usually classify them as the most dangerous type, rather than the higher-ranking Fire Giants, Cloud Giants or Storm Giants.

(End of this chapter)