Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 43 Biological Warfare, Boy
"Ron, you didn't expect that, did you?" Mindatis suddenly opened his eyes, turned over, and picked up the gem. "You have planned everything, but I will lure you into a trap!"

"Your dancing light technique can help you illuminate the surrounding environment, but in my opinion, it is just a foolish act that exposes your position! I just used a little trick to trick you into getting close to me. Now my sword is on your neck. Your life or death depends on my thought!"

"When death is imminent, do you have any last words?"

Ron tried to resist, but the slightest movement caused the rapier to come close to his skin, causing a slight sting.

"I miscalculated," Ron sighed. "The corpses I saw along the way made me think you were doomed to die, but I didn't expect you to survive."

"I should have checked your vital signs first..."

"Your last words are really nothing new," Mindatis sneered, "Is that all? Then go -"

Before Mindatis finished speaking, Ron suddenly tilted his head, then stood up and punched Mindatis on his protruding Adam's apple.

Although the elf reacted in time, due to Ron's sudden action, the rapier did not pierce Ron's throat, but deviated a considerable distance and only passed through his left clavicle.

"Uh—" Mindatis was knocked back two steps. He looked at Ron in disbelief with wide eyes.

"You bastard! Aren't you afraid of death?!" Mindatis coughed a few times, showed his stance, and attacked Ron frantically again.

He actually dared to resist him? A mere human being should just close his eyes and wait for death like an animal, but he dared to fight back and hit him? !
"It's off-position, and it didn't penetrate the supraclavicular artery and the vascular plexus of the neck." Ron grinned, raised his right hand, and an illusory shield protected him in front of him. "Even if it's pierced, you won't die for a short time, but you have to pay the price - Magic Missile!"

Three flashing darts formed by magic force fields burst out from the shield surgery, from three different angles, drawing three bright curves in the dim environment, and went straight to Mindatis's back, body and head!

It has to be said that there was a reason why Datis was able to remain almost unscathed despite the hasty fall. He was indeed agile and nimble enough. Under the attack of three magic missiles, he managed to twist his body forcefully and almost avoided all the fatal parts. Only one missile had a very tricky angle. When Mingdatis gritted his teeth and stretched out his arm to take the other two, the third one hit him right in the right eye.

The elf screamed and fell to the ground. When he endured the pain and opened his eyes again, he could not find any trace of Ron through the bloody darkness.
"Ron! You bastard! Aa ...

Mindatis began to manipulate the gem in his hand, and bolts of lightning fell indiscriminately in all directions, but they could not hurt Ron at all.

In a corner not far away, Ron sat on the ground, breathing in big gulps of air with great difficulty.

He was just trying to trick Mindatis, and he was not a good fighter, so how could he avoid the vital parts of his body so accurately? The sword pierced his shoulder and neck, and also damaged his lungs and chest.

There might not be any effect at first, but when he casts spells and does strenuous exercise, symptoms such as pneumothorax and difficulty breathing begin to show their fangs.

"We can't go on like this... Even a magic missile that's sure to hit can't guarantee a fatal hit, let alone a flaming arrow," Ron dug his fingers into the mossy ground, trying not to make any sound.

Although the elf was not in good condition, the opponent had a weapon in his hand, and his ability in close combat was far superior to his own. How should he deal with it...

Ron raised his hand and looked at the dirt and moss on it. "Ron - where are you! Get out of here!" Mindatis closed one eye and screamed helplessly in the cave. His vision was greatly affected, and the piercing pain in his eye socket greatly limited the scope of his search.

"I'm here!"

When Mindatis turned a corner, he heard a changed-pitch roar behind him. He turned his head and saw a fist covered with some kind of moss that kept getting bigger in his vision and hit him hard in the face.

"You fucking——" Mindatis was caught off guard, and when he swung his sword, it missed. "Do you dare to fight me with real swords and guns?!"

Maybe it was because of excessive bleeding, but Mindatis felt his right face a little numb. He quickly took out a bottle of healing potion and drank it.

But the strange thing was that the wound didn't seem to be getting better at all, and what made Mindatis a little uneasy was that if Ron was lurking nearby ready to attack at any time, why didn't he stop himself when he drank the potion?

What Mindatis didn't know was that at this moment, Ron was hiding in another corner, listening attentively to the sound of the empty medicine bottle falling to the ground, with a strange smile on his face.

"Drink more, drink until you die..."

He used all his strength to pull off a vine, scratched the surface with his fingernails, and then wrapped around his palm in layers.

The palm that was covered with moss just now has begun to show red spots and swelling, and even feels a little numb.

But Ron had no wounds on his hands and had never taken any healing potions, so even if these vines were entangled again, it would not cause a severe reaction.

But some people are not so lucky.

Ron rushed out of his hiding place again, this time Mindatis was prepared, and Ron's abdomen and arms were cut by the rapier with several wounds of varying depths. But Ron didn't care about that at this time, he almost used Sera's desperate fighting style, and his right fist (the left one was almost immobile) rained down on Mindatis' face, hitting him near the injured eye.

However, Ron's fighting ability was still a little lacking. After several rounds of desperate fighting, he was almost unable to move and was kicked over by Mindatis and stepped on.

"You! You idiot—" The right half of Mindatis's face was swollen to the same height as their noses. He could hardly speak clearly and just kept crushing Ron's chest with his boots. "You can still laugh!"

Ron could actually laugh, and the smile on his face even grew wider, even though his vision was beginning to go dark. But he knew that Mindatis would not lie down later than him.

"Five, four..." Ron spat out a mouthful of blood foam. He had to thank Mindatis for helping him breathe, otherwise he would not have been able to hold on until this moment.

The elves did not receive such treatment. Ron had only counted two numbers when Mindatis felt his eyes suddenly go dark and he fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

"Biological warfare, boy!" Ron exhaled a breath of foul air before he passed out.

(End of this chapter)