Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

When Crestos saw that the lightning could actually come back, he was already a little panicked, and when the lightning deformed, his pupils shrank instantly!

It was a shadow that looked like a bronze dragonborn, and as everyone knows, bronze dragons, like blue dragons, are best at lightning!

But the "Death from the Sky", which was diving rapidly relying on its own speed and the pull of gravity, could not hear this and still fell rapidly downwards, but its target became - the phantom made of lightning!
A leap of sixty meters away, considering Crestor's size, it would be useless even if his wings flapped sparks, it only took a moment.

It’s just that Ron’s reaction was faster than his, and Lightning’s movements were even faster!
Thus, amidst Crestos's dejected groan, his body came into close contact with the unfamiliar bronze dragonborn shadow, and the sound of lightning explosions rang out again in the sky above the town.

"How could you do this?! You should at least tell me in advance!"

A few minutes later, Crestor complained as he restored the burn marks on his body, his tone carrying a hint of grievance: "I told you before I attacked!"

"Then you should wait until I have introduced my countermeasures before you start." Ron curled his lips. "How can I have time to shout out the names of skills and effects when you come crashing down on me?"

The Crystal Dragon glared at him: "Oh? So it's my fault?"

"You can't say it's wrong," Ron sighed deliberately, "A dragon like you must have experienced many battles, and some actions have long been engraved in your instincts. It's not easy for you to remember to remind me. How can I ask you to do more?"

"...I really want to throw some dust in your eyes!" After silence, the Crystal Dragon finally came up with his own pale and powerless counterattack.

"You come?"

"I can't beat you!"

"But now, can you tell me what the effects of this rune are?" Crest looked at Ron expectantly. "Although I felt that I had touched the threshold before, it was forcibly blocked by the lightning strike. I only know about your first move. What is this trick you used later?"

"It's just a trick of substitution," Ron waved his hand nonchalantly, "Using the dragons or dragonborns that I have seen that are related to lightning as a template, I created an illusion to block in front of me. Any attack with a clear target will be shifted to the position of the illusion first."

The one Ron simulated was naturally the Bronze Dragonborn Sulina, with whom he had established a cooperative relationship.

"It's easy to crack. All you need to do is attack over a large enough area, or attack my blind spot faster than my thoughts and lightning speed."

The Crystal Dragon listened with bright eyes as Ron explained the arcane principles to him, but at the end he sighed dejectedly: "Good stuff, but it's a pity that I can't use it in this lifetime."

"Before, I thought this rune only had the ability to attack, so I wanted to wait until you became more proficient in it so that I could have a chance to paralyze the Heir of God for a moment. Now it's finally possible. We can use this to lure the Heir of God and his frost giants away, and the chance of success will be greatly increased."

"By the way, Ron, to what extent can you apply it now?" In spite of his excitement, Crestor did not forget to ask this crucial question.

"About three to five times a day, and you need to use your own prepared spells as a substitute," Ron thought for a moment and shook his head slightly. "I have to remind you that this ability of mine lasts for a very short time, and you can't have multiple of them. It can't confuse people like ordinary phantoms, nor can it completely defend itself. If you are planning something, it's best not to have too high expectations on this."

"Ah? Oh, don't worry, I didn't. I have lived for several centuries, and I have seen and experienced everything. How could I not know this?" Kleist said this, while in his heart he silently crossed out several plans he had prepared one by one, and then filled in new ones.

Not too much was crossed out, seven out of ten plans were no longer needed. It was already late at night, and Ron, who needed to face the Frost God's heir again in the rescue operation, naturally could not act tonight. The daytime battle had consumed a lot of his spells, energy, and physical strength. If he wanted to face such a powerful opponent, adequate rest was the minimum preparation.

Crestos was also a little sleepy. As he slapped the ground with his front paws, a hut made of frost appeared in the broken streets of Fromm Town. The crystal dragon immediately crawled in, forming a circle inside with its body and tail. After Ron entered, it blocked the entrance, leaving only some gaps for the air inside and outside to exchange.

According to what Crestos thought, he did this to show goodwill to Ron in order to gain more favor, but he soon found that this was completely unnecessary.

The crystal dragon stared at Ron as he took off his robe and spread it out. The heat inside made him feel a little envious and amazed: "You are worthy of being a lord. You actually have a robe that can keep you warm. How much did you buy it for?"

"In Yungang? Or in Rose City?"

"Neither," Ron glanced at him, "There was nothing unusual about it when I bought it. I made these enchantments myself."

"You can also enchant magic, that's great," Crestor sighed, "Even if you don't become a lord, you will definitely be able to live well with this skill. I heard from Elden that you seem to have alchemy skills..."

"Does this have anything to do with you?"

"One thing: when you have time, can you get me some of these magic props?" The crystal dragon stared at Ron's face with wide eyes. "It won't be too much trouble. I like shiny things. I like--"

"Wait until all my friends are rescued, then you can do whatever you want; if not, then you'll have to listen to what I like." Ron sneered and turned his back to the huge and bright face of the crystal dragon.

"what do you like?"

"The crystal dragon's blood, heart, claws, scales...it would be best if we could pack the soul as well. These are all top-quality materials."

Perhaps because Ron silenced him, Crestor calmed down for the next quarter of an hour. Then, his desire to perform began to stir again.

"Ron, Ron are you asleep?"

"I can't sleep. I'm so nervous."

"When I think about the fact that I actually confronted that heir of God during the day, I want to go back and bite myself twice. If he had attacked me directly, do you think we would both be in their prison now?"

"Ron..."

"Enough!" Ron opened his eyes, bloodshot spreading between his eyeballs, "What are you going to do?"

"I couldn't sleep and just wanted to talk to someone - that's great, Ron, I knew you weren't asleep either!"

"Would you like to hear a bedtime story from me?" (End of this chapter)