Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"If this is really a trap set by some ghost, it would be too bold!" Sera covered her ears angrily, "Ron, let us find that guy out and kill him! No matter what it is - this It’s simply a naked provocation!”

"But what if this existence is much more powerful than us..." Ron hesitated for a moment. It was hard not to be suspicious of the other party's blatant provocation.

"If there is really a very powerful existence here, my teacher would have sensed it and defeated it long ago." Exuri flew up to confirm their current location, "He still has this creature. The only reason may be that it is not a threat."

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"Sounds like an old lady calling for help," Victoria took off her weapon and shield, "Let's go take a look."

The team followed the sound through several layers of woods. When the layers of tree canopy completely blocked the sun, they also saw the culprit who made the strange scream for help - an old woman wearing simple and simple clothes.

She seemed to be in trouble: beneath her feet, the bottomless swamp was sinking her deeper and deeper; and above her head, a large number of ravens were either perching on the surrounding branches or circling above her head, It seems that she is waiting for a feast that will accompany the death of the old woman.

"Help me, kind-hearted travelers!" The old woman's little eyes lit up immediately after seeing Ron and others. "Oh my god, I really didn't know that there would be adventurers passing by here. !”

"Pull me up quickly and drive away these annoying birds! Then I can repay your kindness!"

"She's sinking at a rate that doesn't match her apparent size," muttered the Mimic on the cart.

"Deformed creatures like us, or illusions." The mimic then reminded.

As one of the senior and most well-known monsters, they are experts at digging traps and traps, so how could they fall for such a trick.

As for Ron and the others, they had already guessed that this seemingly harmless "woman" was not an easy character to get along with, and they would not easily believe her words.

"Pah", Aixuri grabbed a piece of wood and threw it on the old woman's head, making a muffled sound. Then another branch.

"Hey! You ugly, dirty, evil, nasty little lizard!"

The old woman's expression immediately changed: "Are you reptiles just adding insult to injury?!"

"It's not an illusion," the young dragon tilted his head to look at Ron, "It's pretty cheap, and it actually puts on such a good show on its own."

"What?! This is not a good show, you stupid cub!" The old woman grinned and cursed while struggling in the swamp, "I'm really trapped here, pull me out come out!"

"Do you think we will believe you?" Exuri laughed mockingly. It flapped its wings and flew over, hovering over the old woman's head together with the ravens. "Forget it, what kind of elderly creature Will human beings appear in such a place? Even young and strong men only dare to wander around the periphery of the fantasy land!"

The old woman didn't answer him. She stretched out a pair of skinny hands with long nails to grab the baby dragon, but such fierce movements only made her sink deeper and deeper.

"No - you can't do this!" The old woman screamed in horror. Seeing that it was hopeless to turn to the young dragon for help, she turned her attention to Ron - this young man looked like the leader of this team. The leader said, "Good Samaritan, you won't be as heartless as an evil black dragon, right? Save me, an old woman, I have no choice but to appear here!"

"I think you should at least reveal your true identity to be a 'sincere' cry for help," Ron reached out and stroked the Mimic's shell, "Did you hear what it said just now?"

"Wha, what?!" The old woman was shocked, "Are you serious? You would rather listen to a beast who can barely speak Common Language than to believe an old woman whose life is hanging by a thread? Are you crazy? Or something...I don't know, a freak?"

"Then it seems that we can only leave you here," Ron shrugged, turning around and leaving, "I don't know if you know it, but your disguise and performance are so clumsy that we have never been able to do it. From the beginning, I decided that you were not an ordinary person.”

"If you still plan to continue performing, we will not accompany you."

"Okay, okay," the old woman glared at Ron. After a while, she compromised, "Then don't be scared, little guys, my beauty can make the entire delusion land eclipse. Disgraceful!”

A dark green light shrouded the old woman's body. When the light dissipated, her originally weak and short figure quickly expanded to almost double the size. The shriveled face was covered with long, broken hair, the pitted skin was covered with frightening black moles and tumors, and the tips of the long and thin fingers were equipped with sharp claws that could easily cut flesh. And her skin also showed a shocking blue-gray color.

However, its current appearance seems to be very miserable. The body is covered with scars left by being whipped and bitten. Many of the wounds have become pus or even maggoted because they have not healed for a long time or were damaged repeatedly.

On her head, there seemed to be some headdresses made of bones and withered petals, but now there are only some debris and excrement of creatures on her head, making her look dirty and smelly.

But this may be a manifestation of beauty for this creature - this is a ghost, a hateful and selfish monster that regards ugliness as beauty.

"I would rather go back to Carolina than see this kind of thing." Sylvia covered her mouth and nose in disgust. For a vampire who is born to pursue and possess elegance and beauty, even if she looks at this creature, she feels that she is wronged.

"I know, now you understand why I want to show myself in a phantom form?" The ghost laughed sinisterly, "You mortals don't have eyes to appreciate beauty!"

"Okay, I have become a young man as you asked. Now, pull me out!"

"A ghost?" Ron looked at the other party in disbelief, "How did you fall to this point?"

This is the fact, he couldn't help but believe it: this monster is not acting at all, she seems to be really forced to sink in this swamp!

But what kind of existence could make a witch look like this? Where is her terrifying power? Where is her bizarre magic?

"No time to explain!" The witch screamed, "Pull me up quickly, I'm really sinking!"