Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"Don't laugh...Don't laugh!"

After a moment, Ron's face flushed as he stared at the dragon in front of him, which had lost its star-studded demeanor. He tried his best to keep himself calm and not laugh, but...

It was really hard to hold back when the crystal dragon was struck by lightning and turned into a honeycomb coal dragon, especially when he kept emphasizing that people were not allowed to laugh at him.

"Damn it! Those damned Chisel Teeth!" Crestor angrily cursed those giant dragons that were not from the same world as him. "They must have set up extra locks in there! Anyone who was captured and forcibly absorbed by them and tried to crack it would be attacked by the runes!"

The rune that Ron displayed was related to thunder and lightning, so the form of the punishment it triggered was also related to thunder. However, neither Ron nor Crestor had expected that such a punishment would come from the sky, using natural lightning to induce the lightning energy condensed by itself to run wild.

However, the force was obviously not particularly great. From what Ron saw, it took only a few minutes for the adult crystal dragon to heal its injuries. Ten minutes later, its appearance had become as bright and beautiful as before.

"Ahem, this is my first attempt, so I was only given a warning. If I try again, I'll be badly hurt," Klesto explained with two awkward coughs, "but this is because of my shameful past. You should not be restricted."

"Come on, I will tell you what I have analyzed. I hope you can comprehend it as soon as possible and use at least 70% of its power. This way, we will have at least a 50% chance of rescuing your companions."

"Do you need me to tutor you in language courses?"

Although Crestol thought that he was not as strong as Ron, he also thought that Ron's knowledge accumulation should not be as good as his, so he asked this question.

Ron, in this situation, had no awareness of being a "strong man" and agreed immediately. In the howling cold wind, two figures, one big and one small, sat on the ground in the ruins of Fromm Town, using rubble as pens and ice and snow as paper, and began a round of cramming teaching courses.

The pages of the Weaving Preface were constantly turning beside Ron, leaving lines of rune profiles in languages ​​and cultures including Giant, Dragon, Abyss, Infernal and Primal. If someone later was lucky enough to find Ron's spellbook and decipher the handwriting, they would find that if these profiles were pieced together in three dimensions, they could form a complex and varied ash rune.

Of course, whether that person can recognize it, reproduce it and recite it again is another matter.

"With Dragon Language and Purgatory Language as the main body and multiple languages ​​as auxiliary, it forms a single rune with multiple effects." As the winter moon rose in the east, Ron looked at the rune that he had condensed on his hand and couldn't help but sighed, "It's hard to say whether the guy who invented this system is a genius, but he is definitely not an ordinary person."

This train of thought alone was different from that of ordinary people. Ron had only heard of one similar script, which was designed by a huge ancient empire without magic for the purpose of territorial management.

"It's not just any dragon," Crestor snorted. "Those associations that attribute the existence of dragons to a single spirit are mostly mentally ill. Even several dragon gods are reluctant to deal with them."

"But that's not important anymore. What's important is that you've already taken the most difficult step! You've condensed this rune yourself! Come on, let me see how much you have mastered it now?"

The crystal dragon's tail swept away a large area of ​​snow behind him. He stood up suddenly and looked down at Ron who seemed to be still in deep thought. The light around him illuminated the surrounding environment, making the surroundings as bright as day. Even if Ron did not use dark vision, he could still move normally. "Thunder, scales, tight..." Ron repeated the meaning of each profile in the rune. This step was particularly important to him. It was like repairing a complex and delicate instrument. Not only did you have to learn how to disassemble it, but you also had to learn how to put it back together, and then disassemble and install the result again. Only by repeating this process could you truly understand the instrument.

Of course, the premise is that you must be clear about both disassembly and installation. A few less screws or two more nuts are not allowed and will not help improve your skills.

The same goes for this set of Ash Runes.

"Even if you keep repeating it till dawn, it's better for you to try it yourself!" Klesto was a little impatient. He took the initiative to ask the other party to practice with him, so why didn't this human react?

"hurry up--"

"Go!" Ron's eyes suddenly flashed, and in an instant, the rune in his hand that he condensed by himself, without the black mist and bloody breath, immediately turned into a snake-shaped lightning, shooting from top to bottom towards the crystal dragon's eyebrows!

Although this bolt of lightning looked even less powerful than a three-ring lightning beam, both Ron and Crestor realized that its actual power was probably even greater than a six-ring chain lightning!
"How can you sneak attack me?" Klesto's huge body instantly disappeared from the spot and appeared in an open space 20 meters away. The speed of his teleportation surprised Ron. The spell he displayed was something Ron had never seen before. Judging from the energy fluctuations it caused, it seemed that what Klesto displayed was not arcane or divine magic.

"This is a psychic leap," the crystal dragon narrowly avoided the lightning snake that was above it, and only breathed a sigh of relief after it was teleported away. "We gem dragons are not as strong as metal dragons and color dragons. If we want to survive, we have to have some tricks, and this is one of them."

"And you just now actually dared to sneak attack me! Look how I fight back!"

The crystal dragon opened its mouth after it finished speaking, and a blazing starlight condensed and formed in its mouth. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a bright beam of light, which fell towards Ron. But this was not the end of its attack. The wings behind Crestor exploded, and while slapping the ice and snow on the ground, it pulled the dragon's body up and leaped up, and its front claws smashed towards Ron.

"Look at my Starlight Shot, and this! I call this Death Drop!"

Crestor did not use his full strength. If Ron could not block it with runes, the human wizard would probably use his own spells, and Crestor himself would be more likely to be injured. That was why the crystal dragon had more opportunities to pay attention to the surrounding environment when it pounced.

Then he saw that as Ron hooked his finger, the lightning snake that had been shot out just now actually turned in the air, turned back quickly, and stretched between Ron and the dragon, transforming into a more sturdy human shape.

"Congeal!"

"Sizzle--Snap!" (End of this chapter)