Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"You, go over and take a look."

The orc who first discovered Ron raised his leg and kicked his companion next to him. Although both of them were considered big and strong men to Ron, when they were compared, the other one was obviously weaker in status and momentum.

"Why is it me again..."

"Stop talking nonsense and just go!"

The orc, who was kicked again and staggered, muttered to himself, picked up the scimitar at hand, walked down the sentry post, and slowly approached Ron.

He didn't believe that there would be any dangerous people here. Those cowards in Yungang could only struggle in the water, pretending that they were "pirates". On the shore, they didn't even dare to fart, so how could they have the courage to come here alone?

What's more, this is an old man with a white beard...

The orc who was taught a lesson by his companion for no reason because of Ron certainly did not dare to vent his anger on his companion, so Ron, an elderly traveler walking alone on a snowy night, naturally became the target of his anger. Ron looked at the orc who had revealed his ill intentions, and raised his leg to pretend to pat the snow on his boots.

There was no point in slapping the snow. Ron was not a water bird, so he could not stand on one leg without sticking his boot back into the snow. But he did not really want to slap the snow. In the darkness, the orcs who were about to take action did not notice that a black metal product was pulled out of the boot with Ron's action and held in his hand that was naturally hidden behind his back.

"Hey, raise your head!" The orc, who was only ten steps away from Ron, shouted, "It's so dark, I can't see your face clearly!"

Orcs, like elves, have dark vision. It was a bit funny that an orc sentinel said he couldn't see clearly at this distance. Ron guessed that he couldn't see his neck which was hidden by frost.

"Go forward, step by step!"

The orc immediately issued a second order. His intention was already quite obvious. Anyone who was not a fool would turn around and run away when seeing his appearance. Then, this fool would become the target of his companion who raised his bow and arrow.

According to the general procedure, they would first use bows and arrows to shoot the legs and feet of the intruders. If the intruder dared to try to fight back, they would shoot through his hands or shoulders. Finally, the orcs on the ground would walk over and kill him with one knife.

But today, the orc holding the knife below did not think that the enemy above his head would give him this opportunity - he would probably just shoot the man to death, and then all the credit would be his.

So, maybe... the fact that this old guy didn't run away but instead walked towards me obediently was a good thing?

"Ptck!" What the orc on the ground could think of, the orc on the post naturally thought of as well. He put down his bow and arrow and spat in dissatisfaction at the seat where his companion had sat before.

In this cold weather, the phlegm quickly solidified. Maybe the orc sentinel would feel a little uncomfortable when he sat back, but he probably wouldn't feel sick because Ron didn't plan to let him go back.

"Very good, come a little closer..." The orc raised the scimitar in his hand. When Ron really took another step forward obediently, he grinned and swung the knife down!

There was a slight "crack", which did not seem to be the sound of a scimitar chopping into bone. But as Ron's figure swayed in front of the orc, hot blood instantly gushed out of his neck.

The frost-covered disguise fell from Ron's face, and he raised his head, looked at the orc on the sentry post, and smiled. The green glow danced gently in his eye sockets, and it was as conspicuous as it could be in the night.

"Uh... uh uh..." The orc on the ground didn't understand why blood was oozing out before his knife even chopped down. He touched his neck again. Half of his body was already a little cold and stiff, but there was still more blood on this side of his neck.

He seemed to understand something, and yet seemed to understand nothing. But no matter what, the thoughts of an orc were no longer important tonight. He fell forward in the snow, and as the bright red blood spread in the snow, his consciousness completely fell into darkness.

After all this happened, the dumbfounded orcs on the sentry post finally reacted.

"Gruumsh! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The orc sentry rushed to the horn beside him like crazy and blew it with all his strength. The majestic and loud sound quickly rang out in the orc camp and even the entire area!
He succeeded! He managed to get the horn from the terrible guy who killed Harts in just one second! He successfully sounded the alarm!
The orc, who had almost squeezed out the little bit of warm air in his lungs, gave up after completing his mission. He turned around and wanted to watch his own death coming to him and killing him, which would allow him to die a little more peacefully than his companions. However, when he turned around, the young human disguised as an old man had already appeared in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

"Have you finished reporting the news?"

At that moment, the orc sentinel swore to Gruumsh, the god of storms and war, that he really wanted to stand up straight and face death calmly. However, facing the young man's strange green eyes, what he said was: "Not yet..."

"Then continue." Ron nodded and put the black-bladed dagger without a drop of blood on it back into his boot. The original plan was to make a bigger noise, but now it seems that the horn noise of this orc tribe is loud enough.

The orc had no idea what the other party meant. Now he was completely unable to use his brain to think normally. He could only mechanically pick up the horn again and take a deep breath.

The sirens sounded throughout the sky again.

"What happened?!" Ron saw that not only in this camp, but also in several surrounding tribes, torches were quickly lit, illuminating the night sky like day. And that was not all, as a large number of responses were heard from the frost giants deep in the sky!

Just two horn sounds were enough to alarm almost everyone here!
However, at this moment, Ron did not feel any pleasure after his plan was easily realized. In the next second, he disappeared from the spot. The light of the scroll of Phantom Step in his hand dimmed, and the sentry post where he had just stood was smashed into pieces by a huge palm!
"You...really dare to come!"

The familiar voice conveyed a clear message, and Ron's face turned pale. It was the Frost God's heir! The horn sound not only alarmed all the tribes, but even "lured" him out! (End of this chapter)