Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 55: Grilled Scorpion Tail

"Lightning beam, Ivy, lightning beam!"

Ron rolled behind the wreckage of a carriage, which was about to fall apart and was immediately torn into pieces by the manticore. Ron quickly gave instructions to Ivy.

It was a good route for him to escape here, and the others could just avoid it, which was perfect for the lightning beam that could not distinguish between friend and foe!

"Then what about you... Forget it, I don't care!" Ivy moved the tower shield to the side, and the new gem ball on her chest suddenly flashed with lightning. A beam of lightning erupted with a roar, submerging the scorpion-tailed lion in an instant.

"Ow?"

In a panic, the manticore could not even speak in order to dodge. Didn't it understand that these people would not even let their own companions go? !
If he rashly used such a powerful spell, wouldn't that human be... that human? !
The manticore roared in pain in the lightning, but when it turned its head to look, it did not see the human figure!
"Are you stupid?" Ron's voice came from above the Manticore. He didn't know when, but he jumped high and easily avoided the baptism of the lightning beam!
"Leaping Technique!" Victoria felt her heart skip a beat. Could jumping technique be used like this?!
“Roar! You cunning flea!” After the lightning dissipated, the manticore’s scales were half scorched, but it had not lost its fighting power. “You are in the air now, how can you hide?!”

At the end of its tail, the tail spikes that had just been shot out instantly grew out again and shot towards Ron above!

At this distance and in this position, this human has no escape!

"Shelter!" Victoria chanted softly, and an invisible barrier immediately enveloped Ron in mid-air. The manticore's tail spikes were forced to turn under the intervention of the divine power and all nailed onto Ivy's tower shield.

She was the second person in the team who knew something about the habits of the manticore, and naturally knew that this monster could regenerate its own twenty-four tail spikes.

Moreover, under normal circumstances, this ability must be activated naturally after a sufficient period of rest. If it is forced to activate, it will not be able to be used again in a short period of time.

"What..." The Manticore was stunned. Although it could use common language to communicate with other creatures, its intelligence was still limited, and this kind of cooperation was relatively complicated for it.

And just as it watched Ron land unharmed, the gem on the chest of the "half-man" lit up again!
This is a spellcaster?! A tin can spellcaster?
The manticore launched the last brave charge of its life, but the lightning beams launched by Ivy seemed endless, and there seemed to be an insurmountable abyss between it and the few living creatures.

Lightning danced wildly and electric snakes ran around. When Ivy used up the last charge in the gem, the last puff of green smoke came out of the manticore's mouth.

The rain gradually subsided, and the charred and stiff body of the scorpion-tailed lion fell on the ground that was emitting wisps of white smoke. There were some wild grasses here, but after six consecutive lightning bolts, the land wherever it passed was like it had been plowed, and even the soil was baked.

"I haven't used it since that day. Even if I can only charge it once a day, it's full." Ivy went up and kicked the body of the manticore. "You didn't expect it!"

"Anyone who can release six lightning bolts in a row must be a spellcaster who can at least cast fourth-level spells," Ron said, holding his knees with both hands, panting slightly. "It should be said that it was surprised that such a powerful wizard had to use six large-scale spells to kill it."

It's somewhat like using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito.

"I'm not a spellcaster, so how can I produce such a powerful spell?" Ivy said nonchalantly, "If that's what you mean, you should use it, and I should seduce it."

"If it hadn't seen that I was a weak spellcaster, it wouldn't have pursued me so relentlessly," Ron said with a smile. "It looks like the rain will soon stop. Let's clean up the area and go back to tell Sulina about the situation here." "It's a pity that the monster's skin scales have been scorched by electricity," Sera walked over to look at the manticore's corpse, "otherwise, could this skin still be sold for some money?"

"Don't be fooled by its fragrant smell now. Normally, the skin and flesh of a manticore are extremely smelly, and even scavengers would stay away from it," Victoria said. "Among magical creatures, the fur of a manticore is arguably the least valuable."

"Of course, it's among the magical creatures, so it shouldn't be a problem to sell it for a few dozen gold coins."

Sera, who had been in a better mood, suddenly began to feel regretful again - in the tribe, this kind of fur is a rare good thing that can be used for many things.

Even if it was sold to a traveling merchant, a complete hide could be exchanged for a large amount of daily necessities. It was such a pity to burn it like this.

"Don't be discouraged," Driver consoled with a smile, "Didn't you hear what they said? This is a social creature. You may encounter one again in the future! And once you see one, you'll see a whole group of them!"

"I'd rather not," Victoria said, moving between the damaged carriages. "Don't just stand there. Come and clean up the mess!"

The Scorpion-tailed Lion had no interest in treasures and coins, so when they were cleaning up the battlefield, they found a lot of scattered coins and some valuables.

When they returned the few remaining things to Sulina and the others, the three merchants were stunned and stared at each other in silence for a long time.

"Generally speaking," a short and fat human merchant swallowed, "we don't expect adventurers to help us find lost items like this."

"Unless there is a clear target, they will exchange the item you care about most and pretend not to see the rest and put them into their own pockets." The slightly thin businessman was also flattered.

"As for the guards, you can't even count on them - they will just tell you they didn't find it, and they will ask you for the reward for sending them out."

"Although what we recovered is of little value, you really surprised us!" Sulina thanked them repeatedly, unaware that the faces of one of the former guards and an adventurer were becoming increasingly ugly.

Are they this kind of people?!

"It's a pity that we are penniless now, and even the goods have been lost," Sulina said with some regret, "Now there is really nothing we can give as a reward..."

"That's not necessary. If we expect you to pay us back right now, we won't save you." Ron smiled. "But I want you to take a look - do you still need to transport these timbers to Yungang?"

"If possible, if these woods can still be used, I plan to buy the ones that were salvaged."

(End of this chapter)