Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 49 Drug Offensive
Although the Bullywugs are also medium-sized creatures, like frogs, these humanoids have smooth, moist skin, thick and powerful limbs, and well-developed webbed feet between the toes, which can support them with strong mobility whether swimming in the water or jumping on land.

But they also evolved a slender waist and lost their ribs. When a person and an axe weighing 100 to 200 kilograms fell from a high altitude, their body structure would be destroyed almost instantly, not to mention dealing with subsequent attacks.

The other group suddenly saw their companions being attacked and immediately wanted to help, but one of them was blocked by a tower shield that was wider than it was as soon as it took a step. The other one immediately made a terrifying and deafening frog croaking sound, trying to notify its companions to come here for rescue.

"Thorn-"

A dagger slashed across its inconspicuous throat. The small and agile Driver touched its neck from behind, then squatted on the ground and began to rub its ears.

"Damn it, it's killing me..."

"Ray of Frost!" Ron released a ray of ice with a chilling coldness. This trick was similar to the Fire Arrow, so Ron could learn it easily. In this kind of terrain with rotten plant fibers, its effect was obviously much stronger than the Fire Arrow that could cause area damage at any time.

Under the siege of five people, the only two remaining bullshitters were unable to resist and soon lost their lives.

"You are finally here!"

At a hidden cave nearby, a secret door opened and Kalade strode out. "These guys set traps everywhere. It's really annoying me!"

"Why don't you just come out and fight them?" Ron asked, looking at Driver who was busy dismantling the traps. "With your strength, it shouldn't be too difficult to drive them away, right?"

"There's no point in chasing them away and then they come back again," the hobgoblin put his hands on his hips, "so I sent people to look for you, with the goal of catching them all in one fell swoop."

"But their nests are still there. They will not give up such a rich hunting ground."

"That's right!" Karad said, "Why, are you going to completely wipe them out from here?"

"It all depends on your willingness." Ron said half-jokingly.

"My wish is to completely and fully incorporate the entire land of delusion into our territory!" Kalade waved his hand behind him, "Little ones, follow the leader closely, we are going to go on an expedition!"

On the other side of the river, after the man-made disaster that caused the landslide, the fleeing Madwugs returned to their territory, but were surprised to find that their treasures had been looted.

As a last resort, they began to expand their territory in an effort to use all means to quickly restore the reserves of the "royal treasury".

As luck would have it, the direction they chose was Ron and his group's base in the north.

Today, the Madwugs in the territory are still fighting with each other in the camp for the few remaining trinkets as usual, in order to qualify to present treasures to the king.

Their fight was not meaningless. In the previous fight with the bandits, those who died in the underground cave were basically the king's elite, and the only butler also died there. Now these crazy frogs were fighting for these precious places - even though they may have given themselves noble titles such as "Duke" and "Marquis".

Generally, this kind of competition takes the form of quarrels or fights, but sometimes it can evolve into a more intense form, such as murder. However, killing a competitor often requires great courage and superb skills. If a bullywug is accidentally found murdering a fellow bullywug, the punishment waiting for it may be death. In the cave that used to be the royal palace, the bullywug king who returned from the northern hunt was enjoying sex with several of his spouses, completely ignoring the quarrels and noises of his subordinates outside.

But in this territory full of vitality and everything competing, a sentry on duty was tired of the disturbance. He leaned against a big rock, put his spear and shield aside, closed his eyes and prepared to take a nap in his dream.

It didn't notice at all that just at the moment it closed its eyes, a short and thin black shadow with a ray of snowy light swept past it.

The sentry fell to the ground and stopped breathing before he could even sound any alarm.

"Boss, your powder is really useful!" Driver lifted a corner of his cloak and wiped the sticky dagger with it, then smiled triumphantly.

"Don't wipe it with clothes!" Victoria frowned, "Do you know how difficult it is to wash off the slime on the bully's body?"

"Especially after mixing with their blood," Irene muttered, glancing at her burqa, "I rubbed it against my burqa for quite a while when I was crossing the river just now."

"Ask the villagers on your way back, they might have some soapberries," Ron interrupted. "By the way, while I was looking for herbs everywhere, you were actually washing clothes!"

"You are a noble wizard, you don't have to wash it yourself—" Ivy curled her lips, "We can't do that. If we wait until the dirt dries before cleaning, it will be even harder to wash off."

"Why do we have to wash?" Sera looked at them questioningly, "This is a proof of honor! Not every warrior of the tribe has the opportunity to have so many kinds of blood on their bodies!"

Take the Ochre Tribe for example. She bet that no one had ever hunted down the Madwugs before!

"I'll help you clean it up one day," Victoria sighed resignedly, "This is not the Northern Barbarians, and you are no longer the leader who can decide what others like or dislike. You have to be more decent when you're with Ron."

"What? No!"

Victoria felt that she was probably the only normal person in the team besides Ron: goblins, barbarians... Although the half-elf girl was better, it was the first time she saw an elf wearing armor and holding a tower shield!
Didn't Ivy clearly say that her mother was a longbow fighter who fits the stereotype quite well?

"Okay, stop making trouble." Ron stuck his head out from behind the stone of the sentry post and looked at the situation in the territory of the Madwugs. "The cave that feeds the Swampmaws has been completely abandoned. The largest remaining one should be the residence of their king."

"You will all cover your mouths and noses and keep your heads down. Got it? I'm not a serious alchemist, and the powder doesn't discriminate against everyone."

"Well, can I smell it first?" Driver raised his head, his face full of curiosity, "What does it smell like?"

Ron looked at him speechlessly: "...Are you planning to keep another similar record besides chewing the medicine mud?"

(End of this chapter)