Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 5: Half-elf Ivy

But no matter what, Driver finally broke his own record. He chewed the herbs and spat them out in front of the dumbfounded goblins and applied them to the half-elf's wound.

"It's OK, it doesn't seem so bitter anymore."

Driver smacked his lips, as if savoring the flavor of the herbs.

"If you taste it carefully, it still has a little sweetness."

"So what do we do now? Wait until she wakes up?"

Driver ignored Ron's words and pointed at the half-elf on the ground and asked.

He just thought that Ron was making fun of him. If he didn't value Baymax more than his own life and thank Ron from the bottom of his heart, the goblin would have drawn his knife and chopped someone else if it were him.

"Don't worry, it won't be long." Ron squatted beside the half-elf and looked at Driver at eye level. "What time is it outside now?"

"I don't know, but I got back in the early morning." Driver found a piece of rag from a dead adventurer, cut it into a cloak and wrapped it around himself. "I guess it was still morning when we set out."

“How long will it take to arrive?”

"How would I know!" Driver's eyes widened. "All the villages around here are abandoned. The farthest point in our territory is probably only a day's journey away, no more."

In other words, no matter what, you have to spend a night in the wild.

"If there are only three of us, will it be dangerous to camp in the wild?" Ron asked.

In any case, the goblins' experience in this area is still trustworthy - especially when they are also very weak.

"There are dangers, lots of dangers!" The experienced goblin hunter nodded immediately, "So we usually go out as a whole team!"

"No, that won't work," Ron immediately rejected the proposal, "We won't be able to enter the settlements of other races that way."

"Then sleep in the village," Driver thought for a moment, "but I never sleep in it, and I steal things all the time."

Stealing from other races' territories is one of the main ways for the goblins to stay alive.

"That's fine. Then let's..." Ron was about to continue finalizing the details when he suddenly stopped.

"Hmm?" Driver tilted his head, not understanding why the human was leaving his words half-sentenced.

Choking on your saliva? Biting your tongue? Goblins often have this problem.

"She's awake." Ron pointed to the half-elf beside him.

Driver was stunned: "Impossible! She didn't even open her eyes!"

"Her breathing rhythm has changed," Ron reached out and patted the half-elf's cheek. "When in an unconscious state, the body will prioritize survival. This is especially obvious when sick because the body needs to take in enough oxygen."

"But when they are conscious, they will adjust themselves to the environment. Okay, now that I have said this, do you still want to continue pretending?"

The half-elf lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and stared at Ron with a pair of emerald green eyes, full of hatred and a little confusion.

"You idiot! Why did you expose me? Are you their slave?!"

Ron frowned and said, "Can you please wake up a little? If it weren't for me and these goblins, you would have a hard time saving your life now!"

"Isn't it because of them that I am in this state now?" The half-elf glanced at the mixture of herbal fragments and goblin saliva on his body. His hostility seemed to have decreased a little, but his words were still sharp.

"You didn't even bother saving me. It's better for me to die in a coma than to be tortured by these pests while awake! Are you a devil?" "Hey! Watch your words!" Driver yelled unhappily, "If it weren't for Ron, you would have ended up like your companions!"

"He was the one who convinced our boss to set you free!"

The half-elf lay on the cold, hard ground, his body stiffening for a moment.

"……what?"

She wondered if she was actually dying and that everything she saw was an illusion.

"Freedom," Ron repeated the word, "Of course you can choose not to have it. That's your right."

"Only a fool would do that!" The half-elf struggled to get up but failed. He only managed to stand up with the help of Ron.

"Although I don't know you, I still want to say thank you. You are willing to intercede for a stranger." The half-elf smiled at Ron awkwardly, "Especially for a half-elf."

Half-elves are a mix of humans and elves, but they feel they belong to neither side - humans and elves have reached a consensus on this: half-elves will definitely favor the other side.

"But I guess this 'freedom' is not so easy to obtain, right?"

"It's limited freedom at the moment," Ron told her. "I promised to help these locals get through the drought and provide some medical services in exchange."

"I have been allowed by their leader to temporarily leave the nest and go to a nearby settlement to buy some supplies for foster care. But since I am not familiar with this place, I would like to ask you to lead the way."

"And this one is the hunter assigned to oversee us. His name is Driver, and I'm Ron."

"My name is Ivy," the half-elf sighed after listening to Ron's explanation, "You actually reached an agreement with the goblins, it's really..."

"At least I'm not going to die here," Ron shrugged. "So, do you know the location of any nearby settlements?"

Ivy reached out and touched her back, waist, and left thigh, but unfortunately, all these places where bags or pockets should have been were empty.

Maybe it was lost in the battle, or taken by the goblins as a trophy. In any case, it can't be found now.

"I should have known, but thanks to them." The action just now caused the wound to tug, causing Ivy to grit her teeth in pain. "But I have a suggestion."

"On the way here, we found a lot of abandoned villages. We can go there to stay and collect some supplies."

Ivy said, giving Ron a flattering smile: "Your herbs are good, but not good enough. I can only move with difficulty in this state."

"But there might be some herbs or even healing potions left there. If I can recover further, I will definitely be able to help more."

Ron nodded: "That's what we were planning, let's go to the village and take a look first."

If you are impatient, you won't get a warm bed. The tribes nearby may have all moved out due to the drought. No matter what any of them do, there is nothing they can do.

Having a place to stay midway is already a very good condition.

"Breathe—breathe—"

When the three of them walked out of the goblin's nest full of traps under the leadership of Driver, Ivy took an exaggerated breath of the fresh air of the wild under the scorching sun - even though there was still a strong stench of goblins here.

"Finally I see the sun again, it's not easy!"

Although Ron acted a little reserved, he was also glad that he was finally back on the ground. The goblin's nest was really not a place for a normal person to stay.

(End of this chapter)