Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"Are they... perishing together?" Sylvia murmured. "I didn't expect that even such a huge monster would meet its match."

Along the way, under the diligent guidance of Gillianis's enlightenment teacher, Ron and his companions had seen various mutant spore people and thorn beasts, but none of them could grow to such a size. The limit of what mortals can achieve may ultimately be no match for the power of nature itself.

"Perhaps I have read about such monsters in those ancient and vague records, but I am sure that no book has ever mentioned such giants." Gillianis slowly rose up and floated around the two opponents who were still fighting to death, examining every detail of them. "He is not a giant. What we saw on the previous floor were all his kind. Those creatures were all adults, not cubs or even babies."

"Even among their tribe, he is probably the most special one. As for this beast..."

The palm covered with the Sword Song Lion Armor stretched out towards the head of the huge thorn beast. A blue light sank into the mummy, and resurfaced after a few minutes, returning to the hand of the elven wizard: "It is a thorn beast, without a doubt."

"Spiny beast? Can a spiny beast grow so big?" Anastasia shouted in disbelief. "Don't forget, spiny beasts, like spore people, were born from corpses killed by red mold! What kind of corpse can give birth to such a big--"

The mercenary stopped herself, because the thing she mentioned was right in front of her! This existence was even more majestic than some real giants - even though he had no flesh and blood, but only a body of grass and wood!
"Isn't a creature this big an exception?" Driver gestured exaggeratedly. He had stretched his arms as far as he could, but he still couldn't take in the entire body of the giant in his field of vision. Compared to this big guy, he was really too small.

Like a baby? An embryo, even? The goblin hunter tried to describe the appropriate proportions with his half-baked math, but he quickly gave up the idea.

"If that's the case, Gillianis shouldn't have heard of them, right?" Ron looked at the moon elf. "Even if these creatures are ten centuries away from us, it's actually not that long for the elves, right?"

"That's right," Gillianis nodded. "If there really were enough giants living here that were even bigger than them, the elves traveling around the world would definitely have recorded some of their stories, and I would definitely have read some of the records about them."

"After all, the existence of the Delusion Land is a hot topic for all scholars. Even the most fragmentary information will be dug out from the archives and sorted out. But it's very suspicious. So far, I haven't read anything similar."

"Perhaps the half of you that was split off by me has lost the relevant memories?" A burst of laughter came from the Sword Song Lion Armor, but was quickly blocked by his own question.

"It's possible that I don't remember it. Do you still remember it?"

"No," Gillianis, the other half of the Sword Song Lion Armor, snorted, "But look, this scene before your eyes is not an illusion, nor is it a dream, right?"

"The facts are right here, and they can't be refuted by 'no records'! So is there a possibility that when I split myself, some of the middle parts were lost?"

Before Jian Yong Shi Kai finished speaking, there was a "crack" sound. Sera held half of the dry food in her mouth and the other half in her hand. She looked at the moon elf staring at her in the air in confusion. Some of the crumbs fell to the ground when she broke the dry food just now, and were quickly eaten up by those unusual fungi.

"What?" The barbarian swallowed the dry food in his mouth without any hesitation, and took off his water bag to take a gulp. "There is no battle. After all this time, you still don't allow me to eat a meal?"

"It's okay," the moon elf licked her lips and turned away from her. "I don't think it should be that serious. Is your experimental operation level on the same level as her pancake breaking?"

"What do you mean by that—"

"It's quite rare for someone to quarrel with himself," Ivy stood beside Ron with her arms folded, looking at the wizard who was arguing with himself, "but we have already tasted two pairs."

"In fact, everyone goes through this process, but most people won't put it on the table." Ron raised his hand and patted the half-elf's shoulder. "Let's not sit idle. Let's open these hibernation capsules on the ground and see what's inside."

Admittedly, the two giants are too eye-catching in this space, but they are obviously exceptions rather than the norm. If one wants to draw some conclusions by collecting and comparing samples, they will definitely not be the first choice.

We will leave the specific issues for analysis when we discuss the details.

The cabins here are similar to those on the upper level, but everyone noticed that the metal that makes up these cabins seems to be slightly inferior in material than those above. However, on their surfaces, there are some decorative patterns that have not been completely erased by time.

This couldn't help but confuse Ron and the others: if an item has decorative features, it is generally believed that its owner has a higher status; but if the material of the item is worse, it is a sign of low status - so what role do the owners of these cabins play in this entire vegetative society?

"That's easy. Do you know the division of labor among us goblins? I think it's about the same." Driver pulled out a dried corpse from a cabin he had opened, and reached deep into the cabin to fumble around. He actually found an irregular piece of gold. "Look! These guys should be rulers or something like that, or like this dead face, a... what's his name? Uh, right! Nobles!"

"Although both they and I are dead, I really don't think we have anything in common other than that," the vampire Count sighed and turned to look at the corpse that Driver had taken out of the cabin. "But... Sir Ron, I think what Mr. Driver said may indeed make sense."

"Please look at those things stuck in his body structure. Are they various metal decorations?" Richthofen raised his high nose bridge and pointed chin, pointing at the body. "If I am not mistaken, is there a bracelet on his hand?" (End of this chapter)