Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 250 The Secret Door in the Hut
"What is this?!"

Driver screamed. Even though the goblin hunter had rich experience in dealing with emergencies and was able to roll on the ground to avoid the fatal bite of the monster behind him, the edge of his pointed ear was scratched by the sharp teeth covered with saliva, and blood immediately flowed down.

But an experienced hunter was not a suitable target for attack. Even in this situation, Driver pulled out an arrow in time and thrust it into the gap between the monster's scales with his backhand.

“Counterattack, counterattack!”

The goblin hunter didn't care that half of his head was stained with blood, and roared wildly and began to fight back against the attacker in the most violent way. At this moment, the others also reacted one after another. Sera and Ivy rushed forward, while Ron and Sylvia began to chant spells in the back.

The two students from Elden College were completely stunned by the sudden attack, which confirmed what Ron and Elden said: Gordon and Shiva didn't need to bother preparing any spells. In this case, they should be thankful that they could release the one they were best at.

As for their dean Elden, Ron couldn't help but take a closer look at him: this faded dwarf was definitely not just an old antique sitting in an office in the academy. He was quite familiar with the order and position of his scrolls, and he also remembered the regular spellcasting. The monster that attacked the goblins didn't have time to roar or wail before it fell to death under the saturation attack of weapons and spells.

It was not until this moment that Ron and others finally saw the attacker's full appearance.

"What is this thing? Has it been skinned?" Driver stood there in shock, Victoria took out potions and bandages to bandage his wounds. He poked the motionless creature with the bow in his hand, trying to figure out what it was.

"This blood-red layer is its skin." Elden first took out several scrolls from his backpack and filled the reserves on his waist, then carefully approached the strange corpse. "You see, its surface only looks like exposed flesh, but it is actually made up of scales of different colors."

"No wonder, I was wondering why the first arrow didn't feel right when it was inserted." Driver shook his head. Victoria's bandaging skills were trustworthy, but the extra weight on one of his ears still made him feel very uncomfortable. "Aha! Look here, this is really a freak!"

The goblin pointed, and everyone looked in the direction of his finger, only to see that the monster's limbs were not in the places where most creatures should grow - the pair of hands with sharp nails seemed to have been removed from their original places and sewn to the top of its head. Perhaps because of this, Driver did not suffer more damage.

This monster's only offensive weapon is its lizard-like bloody mouth.

"This looks like..." The two students finally came back to their senses. Gordon plucked up the courage to move closer. He felt that he might have seen this type of monster in a book, but it was so different that he couldn't be sure.

"It's that 'like'," Elden confirmed his point, "This is a miniature flesh golem, but I don't know why the maker stitched it into this shape."

"For the hags, flesh golems are usually used as servants and errand boys. I can't understand what kind of job requires sewing hands onto heads."

“Maybe serving tea?”

Sylvia rolled her eyes at Elden's casual remark, so she shrugged her shoulders and said, "Some slave owners in Carolina do require slaves to lift items above their heads when delivering them. If they accidentally drop them to the ground, they will be beaten with their hands and arms." "But this is unfair, isn't it?" Shiva raised his eyebrows, "If this is the case, how can they keep their balance in the subsequent work with their injured arms?"

The dhampir looked at the young and innocent female student with a sad look in her eyes: "Congratulations on finding the blind spot - but this is the reason why many slaves were tortured to death."

"One mistake is enough to end their lives. Those with strong vitality will envy their weaker companions: after all, when the outcome is certain, they will suffer fewer blows."

Elden looked up at Sylvia and said, "It sounds like you are very familiar with this. Are you also a victim of this vicious cycle?"

"If so, how did you survive?"

"First, I have half vampire blood, which gives me a stronger recovery ability than ordinary slaves." Sylvia opened her mouth and showed her fangs. "Second, I was trained as a slave of the mage. Both I and my hands are more valuable than other slaves."

"At that time, I was one of their possessions: when you are emotionally unstable, you may choose to throw things away, but will you prioritize those more valuable items?"

Without waiting for Elden and the other two to show a thoughtful expression, Sylvia stretched out her hands, showing the scars left on them: "The answer is yes, because what you need is to vent, and anything at hand can be an outlet, no matter how noble or humble."

"Carolina..." Elden shook his head and looked at Ron again. "Then Lord, you said you had dealt with the witch here, right? Is her character so bad that she would do such a thing?"

"Almost all hags have bad personalities," Ron cast a spell, illuminating the dark interior of the hut. "But this hag had most of her magical materials taken away by her mother and aunt. Even if you only look at the finished product, you can tell that the production of the flesh golem is not easy. I don't think this is her arm - at least it couldn't be done by one person alone."

"Add a few red hats?" Sera kicked over the small coffee table in the room. "Look, there are footprints and scratches under the table!"

"Only those perverted little creatures wearing iron boots would leave marks like this!"

"But they disappeared here. How is that possible? Their tracks are not so easy to hide!"

"The reason is very simple. They did not disappear, but went underground here." Elden looked at the footprints on the ground for a long time. Suddenly, he reached out and moved one of the four legs of the small coffee table that was kicked over.

There was actually a small movable mechanism on the table leg. The moment Elden activated it, the floor under everyone's feet suddenly began to tilt. After a while, a dark and narrow entrance appeared in front of them.

(End of this chapter)