Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 1: Starting from the Goblin Lair

Stinky and noisy.

There was a noisy and shrill noise in my ears, and a fishy and unpleasant smell in my nose.

When Ron licked his cracked lips and opened his eyes again, he still saw bones and broken meat all over the ground, and the pile of moldy and rotten straw was still under him.

Less than two meters away from Ron, three ferocious creatures that were twice as large as wolves were staring at him in the cell next door, salivating.

"I'm not dreaming..." Ron smiled bitterly. Only now did he completely accept the fact that he had traveled through time.

The drunk guy in the medicinal chemistry lab next door actually blew up the hydrogen tank.

As soon as I arrived, I found myself here inexplicably and in the goblin prison.

It was natural that this group of notorious guys would not let go of the delicious food that fell from the sky, but because Ron's appearance was indeed strange, they chose to keep him alone next to the wolf pen instead of making him into food reserves immediately.

But when Ron held the railing and stole a glance at a goblin gatherer outside who was wielding a butcher knife to cut meat of unknown origin, he really didn't dare to be sure how long he could live.

He had to find a way to escape.

"Squeak, squeak--" A series of rodent calls attracted Ron's attention. It was a group of rats emerging from the dark passage and pouring into this vast space that combined a prison, animal pen and slaughterhouse.

If Ron's memory of his previous life was correct, mice and wolves were to goblins what dogs and horses were to humans.

So, the appearance of these mice is no accident, they must be followed by their owners.

Sure enough, a goblin appeared at the door a few moments later. He had an old scar on his face that crossed his left eye, and a crudely made short bow was hung behind his back.

It is worth noting that he was carrying a large rat with snow-white fur on his shoulder. Compared with those of his peers who were only fit to crawl on the ground, this large rat with an injured back was obviously more valued by its owner.

Is this his pet?

Ron remembered that goblins were a race of castes, a system made up of whippers, hunters, gatherers, and untouchables, and that only the higher castes were worthy of having special breeds of rats as pets.

Maybe it's a Goblin Hunter?
"Daven! Come here!" the goblin hunter shouted arrogantly, "See what happened to my baby? It was bitten by those mixed-haired rats while hunting, and it has been sleeping ever since. It doesn't even want to eat blood or meat!"

Even though he was in his lair, the hunter still spoke the Common Tongue relatively fluently, and he seemed very proud of it.

This was convenient for Ron. Although he was instilled with some knowledge after traveling through time, he could only understand the common language and knew nothing about the goblin language.

"One-eyed dragon Drifdor!" The goblin gatherer came over very reluctantly. He also imitated the other party to speak the common language, but his speech was very bad. "You clearly know that we have been short of water and food for a long time, why are you still feeding your rats!"

"It's just right that you're sick. Leave it to me, so we can have more rations!"

"How dare you!" Driver bared his teeth at the other party, threateningly, "How dare you treat a hunter like this!"

"All the food is hunted by us hunters, and I can give it to whoever I want!" The food is also carried and cut by us gatherers.

Davin shrank his neck, but did not dare to talk back. He had no choice but to take the white mouse and examine it carefully under Driver's coercion.

Ron watched curiously through the iron door. He had an idea about the problem with the white mouse. Rats and mice in the laboratory often bite each other, which led to many diseases.

"This is probably a second-degree trauma caused by a fight. Judging from the condition of your rat, it should have been infected. If it is isolated and treated with anti-inflammatory drugs in time, it may be curable." Ron couldn't help but remind Daven when he saw Daven looking at the big white rat back and forth.

"Do you know how to treat it?" Driver's eyes first turned to Ron, then glared at Daven, "Let him out and treat him quickly, I can't lose my baby!"

"But, he is the one who fell from the sky..."

"I don't care if he fell from the sky or grew from the ground! I want my baby to live and not die!" screamed Driver.

Daven curled his lips, returned the rat to Driver, then obediently took out the key and let Ron out: "Go ahead, huh."

Ron did not rush over. Instead, he carefully examined the surrounding environment and then picked some plants and fungi from the dark and damp places.

There were no ready-made medicines here, so he had to make them on the spot.

"What are these?" Driver looked at the plants that Ron handed over after he approached him, and said with some dissatisfaction, "My baby is not a vegetarian!"

"It's not him who eats it, it's you who eats it," Ron said simply and clearly, "Chew it up, spit it out, and apply it to the wound."

Driver's suspicious eyes lingered between Ron, the plants in his hand and the rat for a while, then he resolutely snatched the herbs, put them in his mouth and began to chew them in big mouthfuls.

"Bah! It's so fucking bitter!" When the goblin hunter spat out a lump of herbal mud and smeared it on the rat's wound, his already yellow-green face looked even greener.

"Your method had better be effective, otherwise I'm going to strip you of your--" Before Driver could finish his threatening words, the unconscious rat began to tremble slightly in his arms, accompanied by faint, surviving chirps.

"God of Magrubiye! It's alive, it's alive!" Driver hugged his "baby" excitedly and shook it vigorously.

"Oh my God, you must be the messenger sent by the God of War to save my baby!" After a long while, after confirming that the white mouse was really out of danger, Driver stood up excitedly and made a threatening gesture towards Ron.

Unfortunately, most goblins were only about 1.12 meters tall. Even if the hunter was taller, he still looked like a child in front of Ron. If he wanted to hug Ron, he could only hug his legs.

"What a miracle! Normally, rats like this can only be killed and eaten for meat."

Not only was Driver ecstatic, but even Daven and the other goblins expressed their surprise. However, Ron could only understand what Daven was saying.

"Shut up, Davin!" Driver glared at him fiercely, "I think we should report this to the boss. The Gatherers let this human be the leader and demote you to a pariah!"

"Gatherers? Whoever wants to be one can be one," Davin angrily said to Driver, "There is almost nothing left here. Even the river has stopped flowing. What can we gather?"

(End of this chapter)