Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"Don't panic! Don't push! Maintain order!"

Victor Fromm's voice was so hoarse that it couldn't get any hoarser, but the former mayor, who had lost a lot of weight, still insisted on directing the evacuation of the personnel: "Is there anyone else on the other side of the city wall? Pull back and prepare for an orderly evacuation!"

"Many of us have already evacuated here from Fromm Town. It won't be a big deal if we evacuate from Green Swamp Town to the City-State Alliance! Don't panic! We still have plenty of time! The adults are still fighting, and we can't hold them back!"

Victor had just rested his hands on his knees when a red tail came into his sight. When the old mayor raised his head, Quest was smiling and greeting him.

"Don't worry, the civilians have been evacuated to a safe place," the monk said. "The big guy and Andre are still holding on outside the wall. The problem is not too big. After all, the priests like Bunny are also on the battlefield, so the pressure will be greatly reduced."

"But don't hold your hopes too high. The source of this crisis is not here. All we can do is to maintain the status quo as much as possible. Anne's suggestion is that if we are forced to switch to street fighting, we should blow up the factory and its wizard tower to buy time for Sir Ron and his men."

"The offensive outside just now has intensified a lot. I think Sir Ron and his men have made some progress."

"I hope so..." Victor sighed sadly, "What about the plan for civilians to continue migrating south--"

"That's exactly what I came to tell you," Quest said seriously. "According to the intelligence we know, all of us have been used as spare sacrifices by the lich. It may still have some leisure time in the town, but once we escape, what do you think it will do?"

Thanks to the defense of the town guards and the goblin army, the civilians are still in a life-or-death situation. Once they are caught in the wilderness or even in the swamp jungle, there will be no way out for them.

"But you also said before that the offensive outside is more..." Victor naturally understood this meaning, but he still felt uneasy. This uneasiness reached its peak as the sky outside the town became abnormally "dark". "What is that?!"

The tiefling monk turned around and saw two dragon-shaped heads larger than the bell tower suddenly raised high outside the town, looking down on the small resistance in the town.

"That's the one..." Before Victor finished his words, a guard covered in the sticky body fluids of the dragon demon stumbled over and reported the current situation to the two of them while panting.

The number of monsters has more than doubled. The defense line can no longer hold out this time.

Karad swung his halberd to shake off a reckless monster and pierced the long and sharp tip of the halberd into the opponent's brain. The cold corpse of the bear goblin and the wreckage of the chariot were the best cover he had at the moment. Just now, the earth goblin even optimistically estimated that they could last at least three days.

If the number of dragon demons were not so infinite.

"General Karad! General Karad?" A young and resolute face appeared in Karad's bloodied vision. The man was holding a short spear. The holy light had burned this not-so-precious weapon beyond recognition. "Are you still alive?"

"I'm not going to die yet, Andre!" Karad turned around so that the other person could see his face, "But as you can see, the people around me are not so lucky!"

"Constance and the others haven't come up with a definite idea yet? I know it's difficult to make a decision in this situation, but it's even more difficult for us to hold on here!" Andre looked at the hobgoblin warlord who was already covered in wounds and bruises, and pursed his lips: "Miss Constance's suggestion is to give up the outer defense and turn to street fighting."

"Total..." Kalade stared, but couldn't think of any rebuttal for a long time, "But that stupid big guy is still outside! Although he is tough and strong, he has not died after being beaten by that half-plant guy, but once we retreat..."

Andre didn't say anything. The other party was much more experienced and rational than him. He knew what to choose.

"(Goblin swear words)! Go! Those who can still breathe, follow me! Retreat in batches!" Kalade finally stamped his feet and gritted his teeth, waving his hand, indicating that his side was ready to abandon the outer walls and towers. The advantages and disadvantages of doing so were obvious. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Kalade really didn't want to take the risk of fighting those devil-like creatures in close combat.

However, just as the goblins and militiamen who had just survived the fierce battle were preparing to leave, a rapid and powerful sound of horse hooves interrupted the deployment of Kalade and Andre. The young woman in the lead had an upper body like an elf, with strong horse hooves below - who else could it be but the Centaur clan of Zandia?
Zandia's bronze spear mercilessly "smashed" a skull of a human being flat, and he shouted to Kalade: "Don't worry! Don't worry! We are here to help!"

"What the hell is going on here?!"

"Here..." The hobgoblin and the paladin looked at each other, "We'll explain it slowly later! How did you get here? As far as I remember, your locations for grazing and gathering were not close!"

"Although I don't want to admit it, this is the orcs' credit," Zandia raised his hind legs, making a sound of bones cracking. "The old priest said that they had a chance encounter with Lord Roan before, and she thought something bad was going to happen, so we specially assigned some scouts to take turns to keep an eye on the changes in Green Swamp Town."

“And—” The Centaur leader turned around and looked up at the two huge dragon heads that were still far away from here, “Such a big thing suddenly appeared in the air. Even a blind man would be able to sense that something is wrong!”

Orcs? Looking at the scattered monsters after being charged by a group of cavalrymen under Zandia, who were truly "one man and one horse", Kalade felt a little relieved. But when he saw the orcs of the Broken Tooth Tribe, his excitement was beyond description!

"General, should we still..."

"Why retreat?" Kala laughed. "Boys, fill in the gaps for me! If there are any omissions in the reinforcements, you must fill them up at the cost of your lives! Anyone who dares to look back will be fed to the dire wolves!"

"General Karad, you don't have to be so anxious." Zandia's eyes fell on the red and black armor of the hobgoblin. "As I said just now, this commotion is not small. In addition to us, there are others who have also come!"

"Others?" Karad was stunned. "Shapeshifters? They are not good at fighting—"

"But there is someone." A voice that seemed to have just disappeared not long ago suddenly sounded beside Kard. The earth elf subconsciously wanted to hook, but the halberd swung in vain.

"Why, are you so anxious to play with your sister?" The dark-skinned elf had already stepped on the top of the chariot wreckage. She did not look at Karad, but only looked up at the cloudy sky that had become gray and dark due to the appearance of the dragon lich. "The weather is good, it's just right for the sisters to go to the ground and play."

"Just keep guarding, I'll make a way for you!" "Bad Omen" Sarona waved her hand back, "Bring our 'compatriots' here!" (End of this chapter)