Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 110 Sera's Experience

"It's really eye-opening, really eye-opening!" Hendricks sat down panting. Throwing a coin bag just now had already overloaded his exercise today. "The last time I saw a fight of this quality was decades ago. They brought in an ogre from outside!"

"In my opinion, your companion is more powerful than the ogre!"

"Sera can beat a hill giant to his knees!" Driver boasted loudly, "And that's after we dealt with hundreds of ghouls!"

Although Sera's enhancement by the Giant Transformation Technique was part of the reason at that time, Driver did not lie this time.

"This is the cornerstone that allows us humans to gain a foothold on this continent!" Hendricks exclaimed, "Our ancestors must have been such brave and fearless warriors, daring to fight against the unknown nature and other races, braving frost and dew, and cutting through thorns, and finally they were able to gain a foothold!"

Although this was just the lament of a spice merchant, Ron estimated that the origin of humans in this world might be even more vigorous than his ancestors in his previous life. So what Hendricks said was not wrong.

"I don't know what it was like before, but we are in a similar situation now," Ivy shrugged. "With the help of Mayor Fromm, we are now developing the fantasy land. It's really not easy."

"Oh, it's you guys!"

Just like Wilson and the others who met me on the road, Hendricks immediately shook hands with Ivy and Ron respectfully after hearing this. "When my guys told me the news, I scoffed at it, but Connie scolded me instead - she really admires you!"

"Father..." Constance's oval face turned red, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a rose city out of her toes.

She has respect for adventurers, but at the same time, because of her mother, she despises and disdains these reckless practitioners. This contradictory mentality is one of the reasons why she has been at odds with Ivy since childhood.

But now she heard that the cousin who she had judged would definitely die in the wilderness was actually one of the heroes she admired. This situation was extremely embarrassing for Constance.

"Oh my, I'm so honored!" Ivy looked at her cousin with a smile, "So Mr. Hendrix, regarding our proposal——"

"No problem, but it's still too late today. I will definitely invite all of you to visit my humble home tomorrow!" Hendrix laughed.

"But I still want to confirm one thing: Miss Pastor, do you have a bishop or other superior? If so, I regret to ask you to step aside tomorrow, because I personally have a little..."

"I do have superiors," Victoria gave way to Ron, "My duty and oath require me to be loyal to and only to the one mortal leader, Ron. As for the others, I still have Heim to serve."

"Oh, that's okay, that's okay," Hendricks nodded repeatedly, "In that case, you're welcome to come tomorrow."

"You are so generous!" As he was talking, Sera finally came up with a bag of money in her hand, "Ron, pack up your bag, it's too heavy!"

"The Colosseum is so rigid. In order to prevent being criticized for embezzling the gladiators' rewards, they will never touch them except for picking them up for you," Hendricks glanced at the large amount of copper and silver coins in the bag, "You are Miss Sera, right? If you are interested, I would like to invite you to another fight, which will definitely be a great pleasure for you." "That's great!" Sera sat next to Hendricks with a big smile. The stench of sweat all over her body made Hendricks and Constance frown. "In my hometown, we all fight with winter wolves. A few dire wolves are nothing!"

"Winter wolf?" Constance was curious; she had never heard of this creature.

"They can only be seen in places far to the north. They are about the same size as dire wolves, but stronger." Sera gestured roughly. "They have snow-white fur and light blue eyes, which are lighter than yours. They use their deadly breath weapons to deal with enemies, and can communicate with each other by growling and barking."

"The polar frost giants may have domesticated them to help with hunting, so the smartest ones even knew how to communicate in Common and Giant."

"Have you heard of the story of 'wolf on shoulder'?" Sera suddenly grinned, and then moved closer to Constance. "Winter wolves are slightly intelligent beasts that know how to use conspiracy and trickery: in the blizzards in the north, in order to prevent getting stuck in the snow or falling into ice holes, people usually line up in a row, with the people behind stepping on the footprints of the people in front, and such a team is likely to become the target of the winter wolves."

"They will follow behind the group, raise their front legs to pat the last person on the shoulder, and call him in a low voice. Don't look back at this time! As soon as you look back, the winter wolf will bite off your entire head with a "howl", and your body will be eaten up by the wolves behind you."

"After that, the winter wolf will follow the new group and repeat the process again until the entire group is completely devoured."

Constance was so frightened that her hair stood on end and she had goose bumps all over her body. She asked Sera in a trembling voice: "Then, what if we get photographed and ask the people in front for help?"

"No one will look back, silly girl," Sera shook her head, "You are the one in front, how can you be sure that the one calling you from behind is your teammate and not the Winter Wolf? How do you know you are not the last one?"

"In a dark snowstorm like that, the person in front couldn't tell whether the voice of the person behind was familiar or not."

"Then, then isn't it true that there is no solution to the situation you're in?" Constance couldn't understand how the world outside could be so dangerous.

"Yes," Sera was delighted, "So we never choose to go out in that kind of weather! And we almost never go to places where winter wolves roam!"

"Unless he's a lone wolf hunter who occasionally challenges himself, but in that case, he just needs to attack without any scruples - if there really is a person behind him, then he deserves to die."

"Haha, haha," Constance forced a smile that was uglier than crying, "Sister, you are making fun of me, right? This is just a story."

"Half and half," Sera laughed, then looked at the half-elf seriously with her gray-blue eyes. "You half-elves have a long lifespan, so if you have to go to the wild in the future, remember two principles:"

"First, don't take the story and the old man's words lightly; second, leave as soon as possible and don't even think about begging for food in the wilderness!"

(End of this chapter)