Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 494: Massacre before Reaction
The battle lasted a little shorter than Victor expected.

Half an hour? A quarter of an hour? Five minutes? Victor Fromm was not sure. He only knew that after he had used up all his few spells, he could no longer stop the enemy's advance with just a few tricks. His bloated body did not allow him to engage in guerrilla warfare or entanglement. An orc over two meters tall easily lifted him up in the air and raised his knees, intending to smash him to pieces on his knees.

"Don't break your back! Don't break your back!"

Victor was a little confused. At this moment, his mind was blank and he could only pick out the first words he could think of. However, to his surprise, the other party actually stopped moving, even swaying forward, and put him on the ground with a force that was not gentle.

"Mayor!" Several nearby guards were horrified and tried to get rid of the countless enemies around them and rush to Victor's side, but how could they be opponents of these tribesmen from the north? With a panic in their hearts, the already precarious defense was torn open immediately, and a dwarf with a beard that dragged on the ground let out a heavy roar and rushed up waving a chain hammer.

It was all over now. At what the guards thought was the end of their lives, this was the only outcome they could imagine.

"Stone Shaping!"

With a woman's low chant, the hammer head of the chain hammer that could break a bear's ribs smashed into a large stone wall and became stuck in it. The dwarf was shocked and tried to pull his weapon out, but found that the iron nail on the hammer head that he was proud of had become a burden instead, embedded in the stone wall. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out from the other end of the chain.

"Do you need help?"

A sharp voice with a sarcastic tone sounded in the dwarf's ears. He turned around his heavy horned helmet, and what came into view was a creature that was almost as tall as him, but much thinner. The dwarf only had time to see the green face exposed to the cold air, and a short blade enchanted with strong acid had instantly cut his throat.

The black blood stains corroded by the strong acid spilled on the dwarf's chain mail and the snow in front of him. He tried to fight back, but another dagger pierced his face from the front. A small area of ​​corrosion appeared faintly behind his horned helmet.

"Hehe, that's all. I thought you were so strong." Driver laughed and kicked the dwarf's cold body away. He rushed into the crowd waving a dagger, "Come here, dwarfs! Come and play with me!"

Countless sharp blades and blunt weapons immediately rushed towards the goblin ranger amid the roars of the dwarves, but Driver only dodged the latter, allowing the scimitars and swords to chop into the leather armor of his cloak. Under the armor, only white spots were left on his rock-hard skin.

“Hiss, it doesn’t hurt! It doesn’t hurt! Hahahahaha!”

Following Ron in the Delusion Land, all the people he met and fought were either fearless of death or thick-skinned. The goblin culture of bullying the weak was suppressed by him in Driver. But now it is different - compared with him, these guys here are too weak!
Now it's finally his turn to bully others!

"Drivedo, you can't..." Victoria frowned and looked at the goblin who disappeared in the crowd of troops. She wanted to call him back, but saw a hand raised beside him and shook it gently.

"Let him be. Even if he gets too proud of himself, he can be resurrected, right?" Ron and Ivy helped Victor up from the ground, letting him lean against the stone wall sculpted by Victoria to catch his breath.

Victor stared with a pair of unfocused eyes, looked at Ron, then looked at Ivy, and murmured in his throat: "Am I... in a dream?" "These barbarians may not be willing to give you such a dream, Mr. Mayor." Victor looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a red-skinned tiefling holding a wooden stick in his hand, coming out from behind the orc who had just lifted him up. It was not until Questor walked in front of Victor that the tall and mighty orc's body fell stiffly to the ground, with the back of his head facing the sky a bloody mess.

"You are, Quest!" Victor's voice trembled, "And you! Ron, Ivy! And Victoria!"

"It's amazing that you still remember us," Quest said with that playful and unfocused look. "Excuse me, you guys are really not suitable for this kind of fight. We wanted to take advantage of your delay to behead those giants."

"But you've almost had your back broken before you even had three minutes."

“I…” Victor seemed to want to defend himself, but in the end, he sighed, “It’s good that you’re here, it’s good that you’re here. Let’s take everyone away, we don’t want this town anymore.”

"Ron, I have nothing to repay you with. Once we can escape, I will propose to the City-State Alliance to give you my seat!"

"Don't make any promises at this time," Ron chuckled and patted Victor on the shoulder, "I'm not here to take anyone away."

"Please take a seat, we will be back soon!"

After saying that, Ron stood up suddenly, facing the vast coalition of the three tribes, raised his left hand, and pressed his palm downward: "Ring of Resistance!"

An orange-yellow ring-shaped shadow instantly swept in all directions with Ron as the center. It was not solid when it touched the buildings and companions. It only turned into a solid entity when it touched the northern raiders, sticking to their flesh and even souls, and pushing them out violently into the distance!
"fry!"

Faintly, a huge crossbow phantom shot an equally illusory arrow from behind Ron, which caused a violent explosion when it landed on the Ring of Resistance. In an instant, the accumulated snow flew everywhere and turned into icy rain mixed with flesh and blood, falling on the ground again. Until this moment, the looters who had already died were able to convey their desperate wails before death to everyone's ears!

In just two words from Ron, there was no living enemy within ten meters of him!
The surroundings fell into a brief and eerie silence.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Ten meters away, the leaders of the orcs, dwarves and humans all let out shrill roars. Only now did they react to what was happening. They were not afraid of death, but they were terrified of being killed meaninglessly like this!

This was simply a massacre! They didn't even want to fight back. They were sure that at least half of the dead didn't even know what happened!
Who is that young human? There is absolutely no such name in Yungang, Gobi Desert or Flåm Town!

(End of this chapter)