Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"Frost Giants!" Sera's eyes narrowed slightly. The barbarians were not afraid of these big guys. On the contrary, there was only high fighting spirit in her eyes.

"Ron, they should be the planners and drivers of this war. We should kill them first!" The warrior who also came from the north licked his lips and said, "As long as we can kill them, or at least make them retreat, most of the other guys will disperse!"

"Are you sure? They don't look like they are enslaved. On the contrary, they look more like they are voluntary." Sylvia looked at the tribes that rushed towards the town again and again and were beaten back again and again. In the eyes of the vampire mage, these guys were as ferocious as the goblins commanded by Kalade.

"If they are really willing, the explosion of the smoke powder barrel will not scare them at all," Sera laughed. Sylvia's understanding in this regard is incomparable to hers. "Continuing to move forward in the face of such a counterattack, even my former tribesmen can do it, but they have been unable to make substantial progress."

"They don't want to do this. A forced attack will only cause them greater losses. If they really want to plunder this place, there are better ways than to attack in broad daylight."

"They are wearing out the patience of the giants behind them. If this happens a few more times, either the giants will give up, or..."

"Everyone, last two hours! Occupy, or die!"

Before Sera finished speaking, everyone saw two of the huge figures hidden in the clouds stand up, and their rumbling voices like an avalanche shook the surrounding area. The sound was so loud that even the town of Fromm could feel it.

Behind the town's low wall, a short and fat man was watching the ripples of water in his cup and listening to the terrifying roars outside, his face pale.

A guard with an equally grim expression ran over, stood in front of Victor Fromm and bowed:
"Sir, the residents have already started evacuating. Please evacuate as well. We will try to buy as much time as possible!"

Mayor Victor raised his head and looked at his men, the town which was already much emptier, and the residents not far away who were preparing to leave from the other side. He let out two hard laughs with phlegm in his throat.

"Have you all left?"

"All residents have left, sir," the guard said hurriedly. From his angle, he could see that the northern tribes were attacking again. He couldn't help but sound anxious. "You should leave as well. Those giants seem anxious. We probably can't hold out against this attack!"

"But thanks to your arrangement a year ago, we are not without a way out! The young man named Ron is doing well in his delusion, we can go to him for help, and Victoria also writes to me frequently, saying that we can go to her if we can't hold on any longer!"

"Master Victor, please leave!"

"Did Victoria write to you too? What a good girl..." Victor smiled bitterly, raised the water cup to his lips, and took a sip with difficulty, "Then you should go with them soon. Victoria should have told you the roads that can lead to Green Swamp Town?"

"The main entrance is definitely blocked now. We have to take the longest route. Although it's farther, it's also safer. Alas."

"Sir, I have to stay at my post here. My duty is..."

"Your duty is to protect the safety of the townspeople!" Victor suddenly raised his voice before the guard finished speaking, "Your duty is to bury this town with you! Do you want those ordinary people to die on the road?"

“My Lord—” “I know very well how much food we have left. It is impossible for them to strictly follow the rations during their escape and migration. That little food can’t even last a week, no, even five days! In other words, as long as their route deviates a little, they will die in the vast and dangerous jungle of Delusion Land!”

"Victoria not only mentioned their construction in her letter, but also mentioned the dangers there! If they die on the way to Green Swamp Town, you! You are the murderer!"

"Sir, this kind of thing should be done by you!" The guard was also anxious. He had good intentions, so how could he be willing to be accused of such a big hat? "You know magic! How do you want me to protect them along the way? I can't do better than you!"

“So you can do better than me here?! If they can’t buy enough time, they will die anyway!” Victor glared, “They are giants, they may not even spit out bones when eating cattle and sheep!”

"Look at my body!" Victor slapped his stomach fiercely, and ripples appeared on his body. Although the difficult times in the past year or so made him lose a lot of weight, his foundation was still there after all. "Do you think I can walk fast if I follow them?"

"You keep calling me an adult, but you dare not obey my orders?! Get out of here! Take the townspeople with you!"

Looking at Victor's stern voice, the guard smiled bitterly. He wanted to ask other colleagues for help, but now another round of attack has begun and no one here has the energy to argue with each other.

Either someone survives, or everyone dies here.

"Sir, I, I'm leaving!" The guard gritted his teeth, bowed to Victor again, turned around and ran quickly towards the townspeople who were leaving. They used to be indifferent to the refugees from the north, but now, they also had to join the ranks of fleeing.

“Natural disasters and man-made disasters… Natural disasters and man-made disasters…” Victor watched them leave, then turned around and staggered towards the guards who stayed behind, muttering to himself, “I’m the twelfth mayor of Fromm. The former mayor handed the town over to me, but I turned it into this…”

"So what if we store water? It can help us survive a short period of low rainfall, but it can't help us survive a long period of drought..."

"So what if I have stored food? I'm not some noble, so how can I watch them implement a rationing system of two biscuits per person per day..."

"So what if the smoke powder is useless? Facing such an enemy, even delaying time is barely enough..."

"But at least, there is one thing I can do." Victor's expression gradually calmed down. He looked at the guards around him. These people were either the good guys and girls he chose, or the descendants of the guards who had followed more than a dozen mayors. Their attachment to this town was no less than his.

Looking at the enemies who were already rushing forward, looking at their ugly faces with protruding fangs, thick beards, or looks that were almost no different from theirs, his fear and hatred were replaced by resentment in his heart, and finally turned into thunder in Victor's hands, sweeping forward.

"Prepare the smoke powder barrels!" Victor shouted loudly, and immediately several wooden barrels with danger signs painted on them were lifted up and smashed into the enemy group that had just been forced back five meters away. The mayor of Fromm town had fire flashing on his fingertips, and he accurately detonated one wooden barrel after another. As the valuable smoke powder exploded in the densely packed areas, the screams of ghosts and wolves accompanied by the endless invaders rushed into the first and last line of defense of Fromm town like a flood.

In this battle that was even more chaotic than the one at last year’s banquet, the guards could only hear Mayor Victor’s last hoarse cry before they were drowned:

"I am the twelfth mayor of Fromm Town! Come to me!" (End of this chapter)