Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Although after building his chariot, Kalard rarely rode his huge wolf, one thing that cannot be ignored is that he has never been alone!
Even if Sarona wanted to hide in the fight, it was too late. The other drow assassins were already in a difficult situation. When the wolf riders who had been following behind for a long time launched a fatal charge, almost all life in the jungle was completely exposed to the sharp teeth of the wolves and the spears and scimitars of the goblin riders!

It might be like cutting off one's own arm if a horse or griffin cavalry charged into the dense forest, but the wolf pack didn't care! The drow assassin felt as if she was swept by a war puppet. When she came to her senses after a brief moment of unconsciousness, a huge wolf had already rushed several meters away with her.

Fortunately, the halberd hanging behind her head did not have time to perform a "separation surgery" on her head, but unfortunately - she had a similar regret.

"Old friend, come back!" The hobgoblin's shout made the huge wolf jump back before Sarona could pick up the dagger to fight back. The surviving hobgoblin twisted his neck making a "cracking" sound, and when he looked at Sarona, there was a look of pleasure on his face.

"It seems that your so-called 'bad omen' is not yet capable of taking me away from the real world! Huh?!"

"It's too early for you to be complacent," Sarona looked around the battlefield with an uncertain expression. Unexpectedly but not unexpectedly, her subordinates were in a complete rout, and the mastermind who was supposed to turn the tide was nowhere to be seen. "Luibold?! You cowardly and despicable underground worm! If you dare to abandon us and run away, I will surrender to them now and tell them all your plans!"

Kalade raised one arm, signaling his mount, which was now in charge of the wolf riders (mainly the wolf part), to suspend the attack. He had been wondering why a large group of drows instead of cultists suddenly appeared here. Although he needed the battle itself, and mistakenly believed that the so-called Gray Ruins Dragon Society had already transformed the nearby followers of Lolth, it now seemed that there was something else going on.

But there seemed to be no one in the surrounding woods ready to respond to Sarlona's questioning.

“Luippold?!” Sarona gritted her teeth and shouted again, “Luippold Steinu, get out here!”

After the ambushes and the wolf riders, only less than ten drow assassins were left. At this moment, they were forced by the goblins to slowly move closer to their leader in order to have a chance to fight for the last time. Although these assassins didn't know much about Sarona and Luipaud, even a fool should understand by now: they were sold out.

"I ask you for the third time, Luitpold! If you don't come out, I will throw them—"

Kalade frowned, listening to the drow's shout while trying to recover his strength. Suddenly, a shadow seemed to be slowly covering him. No one noticed this, and even he himself did not quite trust his intuition this time...

Don't believe it? Intuition? This is a battlefield!

The hobgoblin no longer hesitated, and swung the halberd in his hand back and forth, slashing towards the shadow that was very close to him, while shouting, "Wake up, everyone! Don't be fooled by the enemy's hints!"

The moment Karad made his move, the shadow "jumped up" from the ground as if it had no weight, avoiding the attack of the earth goblin. However, the opponent had no intention of retreating. When he found that he had been exposed, a broad two-handed sword emerged from the shadow and slashed towards Karad's face!
Who could have expected that an assassin's weapon would be a great sword? ! Ron might not be surprised, but for a hobgoblin, this mental shock was real!
But why the sudden mention of Ron?
Because he had already arrived. "Resist!" A young male voice swept across the battlefield at this moment. Twelve shadows were forced out of the shadows by this sentence containing arcane energy. Including the assassin who wanted to attack Kalade, there were a total of thirteen well-hidden assassins. At the same time, an orange-yellow crystal like shackles rose under their feet, making it difficult for them to move at all in a short period of time.

Ron, who was still in his pajamas, stood beside Karad. His eyes were still a little blurry, obviously due to lack of sleep. He looked around in surprise: "Karad? Such a big event this time!"

"This is what I want, but not where I want it." Krad's words sounded a little strange, but those who knew him well would understand what he meant: he longed for a conflict, but not here.

The earth elves have no concept of defending their country. The battle they want most is to let others defend their country.

"We can't help it. We've been beaten to our doorstep..." Ron nodded vaguely, then looked at the assassin who was closest and had already drawn his two-handed broadsword. "This design is quite unique... Let me think, is everything empty?"

The other party obviously ignored Ron's sudden question and just tried his best to mobilize his facial muscles and glared at the young man who suddenly "appeared".

"It doesn't matter then," Ron muttered. "In fact, you can try it. What if you get the answer right? I might go easier on you."

"But forget about it if you can't answer. I can't just kill you before I figure out the situation, right? Who is the mastermind behind you? Let him come out and talk to me."

Ron's eyes swept over the remaining drow on the battlefield. These dark elves looked like scapegoats. Although they were most likely the main participants, they were definitely not the main planners - could it be that they had really run away?
"Are you Ron? The new lord here?" As Ron lowered his head to think, Sarona interrupted him. The leader of the drow still did not put down her weapons, but she looked at Ron with a certain expectation.

"It's me," Ron nodded. "Why, are you planning to stage a 'two dead bodies, blood splattered five steps' scene? You couldn't even kill Karad, I have many more tricks than him - although I'm not good at commanding troops in battle."

Sarona certainly didn't understand the story of Commoner's Wrath, but she probably understood what Ron wanted to say, and immediately shook her head: "No, I don't intend to do that, on the contrary I..."

Sarona's voice stopped, and the eyes of all the sharp-eyed people present suddenly turned to the same direction. There, in an open space on the battlefield, a bald man suddenly appeared.

He was holding a goblin in his hand. (End of this chapter)