Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 4 You are so despicable
"You are really good at talking, human!" Driver screamed in admiration after walking out of the hobgoblin's room for a while, "You are the first person I have ever seen who can convince the boss to change his mind!"

"That's because he really needs to change, and I do have good reasons."

Ron let out a long breath, his clothes on the back were soaked with cold sweat. Neither the hobgoblins nor the goblins were easy to change their minds, and it was not easy to make them change their minds when they were the weaker party.

"Come to think of it, you wouldn't mind being assigned to me, right?"

"You saved Dabai, so Driver is willing to go with you! Besides, hunting is getting harder and harder now, and I don't want to be scolded for always coming back empty-handed!"

Driver answered without any hesitation. He poked Ron's leg with his elbow and said, "Look, I'm a great hunter and can help you a lot!"

"But human, don't even think about running away! I won't show any mercy!"

"My first goal is to survive, and then to live freely." Ron looked down at the other person helplessly, "Also, don't always call me human. Call me Ron."

"Okay human, oh, I mean, Ron."

When Ron and Driver returned to the slaughterhouse, the fight for the "Goddess" had not yet ended, but the gatherer Daven had clearly gained the upper hand.

Ron saw him riding on another goblin, his fists raining down like raindrops, beating the other's face into pieces.

As for the big white rat of Driver, it curled up under the chopping board where Davin was cutting meat, and only limped over when it saw its owner return.

Those herbs can only treat the wound simply. It would be fine if you just leave it there and wait for it to heal on its own, but it is unlikely to restore it to its original state.

Looking at Baymax, who was getting along so well with Driver, Ron took the opportunity to confirm its condition again and walked towards Davin who was busy beating people.

"Davin, give me the key to that cell over there. Your boss has given me permission to release that half-elf."

"Ah? What's going on - Ouch!" Davin was distracted for a moment and the goblin under him seized the opportunity and kicked him, causing Davin to scream in pain and fall to the ground.

"Damn it, it's all your fault! Grab your keys and get out!"

Daven pulled off the keychain hanging from his waist and threw it to Ron. Then he struggled to get up and knocked his opponent down again. The two goblins rolled on the ground.

Although the two supreme beings did not fight to the point of destruction, every punch shed blood and the scene was very intense.

"We goblins are a martial race!" Driver looked at the chaos in front of him with great pride. "Even if the boss's order comes, we have to wait until we finish the battle!"

Then you will most likely be beaten up by your leader until you obey...

Ron complained in his heart as he walked to the cell and tried the keys one by one to open the lock and chain on the door.

The half-elf on the ground was still motionless, and when Ron turned it over, he felt it was burning hot. The half-elf just groaned in pain, without any movement or opening his eyes.

It turns out that half-elves can also get fever and get sick.

Ron sighed softly. On her ankles and legs, he saw four or five bite wounds from rodents, and elsewhere, where the clothes were torn, there were some larger tooth marks.

The wounds were undoubtedly caused by rats and wolves. This half-elf was very lucky to be alive despite all these injuries.

It's a miracle. In the past, if I was bitten by a mouse or rat in the laboratory, I had to go to the hospital immediately for treatment. The mice and wolves here are obviously not as clean as those raised in the laboratory. Rodents have a bug-level feature called "self-sharpening". In simple terms, they continue to grow and remain sharp. Coupled with their strongest bite force for the same size, a 10-pound small dog may find it difficult to bite a human, but a 100-gram mouse will definitely make you bleed.

One of Ron's classmates in his previous life had his finger bitten by a rat, and the rat's sharp front teeth even ate through his fingernail.

This ability to cause wounds, coupled with the various pathogens it carries...it cannot be said that humans in previous lives were weak, it can only be said that the races in this world are really strong.

Fortunately, this was not the first time Ron had to deal with this situation.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?!" When Driver saw Ron picking another bunch of herbs and handing them to him, his eyes instantly changed from clear to terrified, "Put them away! I will never chew them again!"

That thing is so damn bitter!

"Well, if you want to see other goblins prove that they are braver than you." Looking at Driver who was shouting at the top of his lungs and retreating step by step, Ron smiled slightly and immediately raised the herbs in his hand high, "Who is willing to prove that they are braver than the hunter!"

The goblins immediately stopped fighting, and dozens of eyes looked over.

The goblins are a caste system, but that doesn’t mean that the lower castes are always willing to be mule-and-horse kneeling people. Isn’t the opportunity to show themselves here now?
"What should we do?" Daven asked first.

"Put the herb in my hand in your mouth, chew it, and then spit it onto the half-elf's wound and rub it evenly, twice in a row!" Ron felt that he was simply the worst, "Because Mr. Driver's current record is once!"

“Oooooohhh – give it to me!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the goblins suddenly became agitated. They swarmed forward and began to snatch the herbs from Ron's hands, and even started fighting again over who took more and who took less.

Driver was not angry about this. He crossed his arms and watched the other goblins' show coldly.

You can only experience how bitter that thing is by chewing it yourself - otherwise this human named Ron is so smart!
As expected, half of the goblins who got the herbs spit them out after just chewing them, and two-thirds of the remaining ones didn't even chew them completely. In the end, only five goblins completed the first challenge and smeared the mud on the wounds of the half-elf.

And without exception, they were all unwilling to try it a second time.

"Tsk, a bunch of cowards!" Driver laughed disdainfully, and then saw Ron picking some more herbs with a smile on his face and walking towards him again.

"We have to do it again. There is a wound that cannot be treated." Ron handed the herb to Driver for the third time.

The goblin hunter's face immediately drooped. "Can I go outside and find another goblin to 'challenge'? I'd rather bite a stink bug!"

"That's not impossible," Ron "thought" for a moment, then looked at Driver with some surprise, "but I didn't expect that you could tolerate more goblins being 'as brave' as you. You're really a good goblin!"

"you--"

"There are five goblins who are not hunters and you..."

"Enough! Give it to me!" Driver couldn't bear it any longer and snatched the herbs from Ron's hand. Then, in full view of everyone, he stuffed them all into his mouth and started chewing them.

He couldn't speak now, but Ron could read his expression - just like Daffy Duck in the animation of his previous life.

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(End of this chapter)