Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Ron sneaked to the locked door of the "waiting area" without much effort. His body turned into gas and slipped in through the window above the sleeping frost giant's head. As soon as he landed, Ron stepped on someone's calf without noticing.

"Ouch!" In this space which was barely warm because of the crowds, Driver was sleeping soundly while listening to the snoring outside. The kick was quite hard and the goblin screamed in pain immediately, which attracted the frost giant at the door to bang on the door.

"Can you keep your voice down? Be quiet!"

The Frost Giant guard waited for a few seconds. It was quiet inside and the little people did not curse at him as usual. Thinking that they had already compromised with their fate, the Frost Giant nodded with satisfaction and walked aside again.

His understanding was pretty much correct. Everyone had indeed compromised with their fate, but this fate was not to be captured and used as experimental consumables, but to escape!
"Ron!" Ivy looked at the man who appeared here like a god, and her excitement was hard to conceal. "How did you find this place? And you came so quickly!"

"Where exactly is this place? Have we reached Sera's hometown yet?"

"Almost there, but still a little way to go," Ron shook his head, "But that's not important. Where is your equipment? Let's pack up and get out of here!"

"That Titan..." Elden's voice sounded at the side. The old dwarf seemed to have recovered a lot from his depigmentation, but the conditions here were not very good, so he looked a little haggard.

"The 'culprit' of the whole thing, our friend, will try to hold him back as long as possible, but no one knows how long they can hold him back," Ron said. Judging from Elden's expression, he must have known who Ron was talking about, "so we have to leave quickly."

"Everyone's equipment is placed over there," Sera stretched out her stiff shoulders and pointed to the other side of the cell fence. Their equipment was thrown randomly in a corner. "My sword is a bit troublesome. After it was thrown here yesterday, a priest from the orc tribe found the heir of the god and said that it was their past belongings and was thrown to them."

"Well, let's talk about this later," Ron groaned for a moment, "Now the most important thing is to get out. Wait for me, I'll go get the equipment—"

Before Ron finished speaking, suddenly, the roof above their heads was shaken and lifted up by a huge force. Everyone subconsciously looked up. The face that looked like a god descending in the snowy night, who else could it be but the heir of the Frost God?

"You are indeed here!"

The voice of the Heir of God struck everyone's heart. It seemed that the existence that Ron mentioned did not help him buy much time.

"Sir, you know what you are doing!" Ron said, trying to convey his words as loudly as possible to the air dozens of meters above. "This will not succeed! Even if you get the egg, the success rate is not ideal. What help can my friends give you?"

"After all, the whole thing is developing in a way we don't want to see. Can you——"

"You are not worthy of negotiating terms with me!" The heir of God interrupted Ron and changed the subject, "However, since you were able to escape from my hands just now, it means you have some skills! So, counting the one I hit yesterday and the one I hit just now, if you can take one more of my moves, a total of three, then you can leave!"

If Ron had appeared here a few days later, the God's Heir would never have said such a thing, because in his opinion, Ron should have been fully prepared at that time, and he could not fulfill his promise, so he had to accept the loss. But now Ron came to save people, and he successfully tricked him and even the crystal dragon. In the eyes of the God's Heir, such a result already gave him the capital to "let go".

Of course, the more important point is, as Ron said, the white dragon egg has its own special power, so it was chosen by his god as a tool to fight disasters, while Ron and his group of people are just slightly stronger mortals. Even if they have undergone more experiments, it is difficult to compare with the effect of the dragon egg.

It was fine that I couldn't catch the crystal dragon before, but now...

The Frost God's eyes fell on his hand. In a crystal clear diamond-like ice cage, the crystal dragon Crestor curled up inside, motionless, like a mosquito in amber wrapped in pine oil. Using this guy's life to exchange for the white dragon egg, will the dragons behind him agree to this deal?
"Okay!" Ron agreed to the other party's request after a little thought, "Let's change places--"

"Why do you want to change?" The sudden sneer of God caught Ron off guard. The other party's unexpectedly easy-going manner made him almost forget the other party's camp and position. Before Ron could think about it, the ground around the Heir of God suddenly collapsed. The Heir of Frost stepped down, and the double-edged axe in his hand roared down with a large number of ice cones and ice spikes, covering everyone's head.

"You can run again!"

He did it on purpose! Ron had no way to avoid it this time. Even if he chose to resist, protecting Ivy and the others from death, the caravan that was captured with Elden would also be doomed - Ron had no way of protecting everyone from such a deliberate attack by a Titan!

Defense cannot solve the problem, and counterattack is out of the question. The only way now is to allow the other party to withdraw the attack on their own.

Ron might not have thought of what to do before, but now, he has a trump card in his hand that can compete with the opponent to a certain extent!

"Stop!"

The second rune, or the first rune according to the order in which Ron stripped it from the blood of the Aikthuri, flashed in Ron's hand and almost at the same time, a large number of small chains appeared out of thin air around the Frost God's heir, and bound his arm that was swinging the giant axe. These chains looked like chains from a distance, but to the Frost God's heir, they were spirits. Many of those faces he had never seen before, but from the faces he knew, he guessed that these spirits should be the lives he had killed!

However, most of them were just for show, and the chains they turned into had no binding force at all, and they broke when he struggled. The broken chains turned into spirits not far away, staring at this overly powerful Titan.

"A bunch of ants that I don't even know when I killed want to stop me?" The Frost God was amused by the innocence of Ron's magic. "If this is what you want, then I'll let you join in!"

"It may not work if they are combined alone, but what if they are combined together?" Looking up at the giant axe that was falling like the collapse of the sky, Ron took a deep breath. Under his control, all the spirits were connected together, turning into an unprecedentedly thick and solid chain, which once again wrapped around the arm of the heir of God, "Concentrate - stop!"

Veins bulged out on the arms of Solem's heir, and an incredible look appeared on his face, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not push the giant axe down even a little bit. Even the ice and snow wrapped in it lost their support, and covered the people below like different kinds of frost and snow, but could not cause any harm.

"This...how is this possible?!"

"Nothing is impossible," Ron's face turned pale. They all knew that this power could not restrain the other party for too long. "Whether intentionally or unintentionally, you have killed too many creatures - how about it, do you think I'll pass this time?"

The Frost God looked down at the human. After a moment, he gave up pressing down the axe blade just before the chain collapsed. "The first time, you hurt me. The second time, you tricked me. The third time, I wanted to teach you a memorable lesson, but I didn't expect you to be able to control me... What else can I say?"

"You passed! Let's go!"

With this pardon that was like the sound of nature, everyone's hanging hearts were finally put at ease. However, at the same time, the crystal dragon that was originally sealed by the heir of God suddenly trembled in the amber-like crystal, and then opened his eyes.

If someone could look directly into his eyes at this moment, they would find that what was reflected in his light grey pupils was no longer what he saw. Behind the mirror, a powerful dragon that was completely different from Crestor was coiled in it, roaring silently at the Heir of the Frost God! (End of this chapter)