Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Fuck-!"

Ron was startled. He originally thought he was locked up in a single room, but he never thought there was someone else down there. And when he lowered his head and looked down, he was so frightened that his blood ran cold.

That gray-skinned elf!

Good guy, at this distance and in this position, if she wants to take action, Ron can't even guarantee whether he can activate the shield technique!

And even if the shield technique can be used, so what? This is such a big place, it's hard for two people to even carry out normal activities in it, how can they show off their talents? Still want to cast a spell?

"You seem to be afraid of me," the other person's voice was hoarse, and he obviously had various symptoms caused by trauma and burns. It looked like he was seriously injured. "Don't worry, I don't have the strength to kill you anymore."

She gasped hard, as if she was trying her best: "Look, I... don't even have a weapon now."

"Young Master, you lied to me," Ron was silent for a moment, then went up and kicked her at the wound, "Is your weapon a product of magic? It's not a real entity at all."

"You!" The gray-white elf grinned, and Ron almost sent her away with his kick. "Sure enough, if you stay with a vampire for a long time, your heart will become cold."

"I heard that you made a lot of healing potions, didn't you? You should have saved me... Stop kicking me!"

"You brought it upon yourself," Ron curled his lips, "If you hadn't insisted on killing me at that time, would you have ended up in this situation?"

"What else?" The gray-white elf rolled his eyes, "Will I come and die when you are ready?"

"This is his territory. This is the best time for me to assassinate you - if you hadn't used the fireball technique rashly."

"Why didn't you say you used the dark spell first?"

"How can I teleport in front of you and kill you without using dark magic?"

"Why did you have to choose that time to kill me?!"

"Ahem, let's stop arguing now." A trace of blood oozed from the corner of the gray-white elf's mouth. She was too weak. "You... let's think about how to escape."

"We?" Ron snorted, "If you are sincere, die quickly, and I might be able to carve a hole with your bones."

"Please...you are a spellcaster, right?" The gray-white elf sighed, "Can you be of some use? Besides, with your small physique, even if you use my bones, will you dig it till the end of the year?"

"There are rocks all around."

"You don't need to worry about it. Besides, aren't you also a spell caster?"

"At first glance, you don't have the ambition to chase power," the gray-white elf smiled, "There's no powerful being asking you to sign a contract, right?"

"Oh, you're the one who signed the contract, right?" Ron immediately understood who the guy under his feet was. "You can only have those three melons and two jujubes by relying on charity from others. Do you have to repay the sect master's gifts every now and then?" '? Forget it, what kind of 'chasing power' is that?"

"You said you, Mu Qiang, have found a good family after all, didn't you? Look at you now, you are dying. Where is your sect master? Goblin? Demon? Or Mr. Ke? You should ask them to come down and save you."

"What... Mr. Ke?" The gray-white elf glanced at Ron, "I signed a contract with an ancient and mysterious powerful being, just like my compatriots once followed a great being into the Shadowfell Underworld. Likewise, I chose to return to the material world and serve my master.”

"I need Him, not He needs me. I respond to His call, and He rewards me with strength and knowledge."

"Then I think you can pack up and prepare to return to your lord's arms," ​​Ron mocked, "I just don't know if your lord can accept the souls of the dead?"

"Or will your compatriots come to collect it, and bring crows with them?"

From what the gray elf said just now, Ron guessed the identity of the other party; this was a shadow spirit who no longer served the Crow Queen.

They were once like elves, but they chose another path - following the God of Death to the Shadowfell Underworld. Traveling back and forth between the dimensional space and the material plane where all colors have been drained from everything except black, white and gray, searching for the souls and tragedies of those gods who might please them.

It's just that this shadow spirit seems to have separated from her group and found another owner.

"They won't care about me, and this place is too far away from the weak point of the two planes," Shadow Spirit said weakly, "If it weren't for him, I would never have come here, or even go to Carolina. "

"You said 'him' several times, but you never mentioned who he was." Ron picked off some debris from the stone wall, trying to identify what kind of material it was.

"I thought you knew," Shadow Spirit was startled for a moment, then smiled slyly, "Isn't it too much to exchange my information for a bottle of healing potion?"

"Half a bottle," Shadow Spirit waited for a while and saw Ron didn't answer, then spoke again, "If you at least want to find someone to chat with, you'd better treat me quickly."

"Otherwise you'll only be able to ask me five questions in a while (talking to the dead)."

Ron stared at her, and then took out a bottle of weakening healing potion from his arms: "I would rather you die, so as not to waste the air you can breathe."

"Actually, the air here is not that tense," Shadow Spirit bit off the cork of the bottle and drank the potion in one gulp, "Thanks."

"Is there something wrong with your potion? Why is it so ineffective?"

"You said you only drank half a bottle," Ron stepped on one of her hands to prevent her from casting a spell or summoning a spiked chain, "Tell me, who is 'he'?"

"Who else could it be? Of course it's the Baron of the Hailan Empire, Saran Ryan." Shadow Spirit said easily.

"I thought it was Mindatis, but it turned out to be... Say it again?!" Ron, who came to his senses, grabbed Shadow Spirit's collar and pulled her up, "You, say it again?!"

"Baron Saran Ryan, no matter how many times you ask me to say it, it's the same," Shadow Spirit struggled weakly, "Can you let me go? Breasts! My breasts are about to be exposed!"

"Can you not be so heavy-hearted?! Although we Shadow Spirits will only reveal our true bodies when we return to the Fallen Shadow Underworld, even now I can't compare with the few of your men, right? You are too hungry!"

"What hungry or not - I ask you, which Baron Saran Ryan is it?!" Ron was almost diverted by this guy.

"It could be that Saran Lane?" Shadow Spirit curled his lips, "You should have collected a lot of his treasures, why are you still pretending to be confused?"

"It's Baron Saran Lane who brought some elves to establish Green Swamp Town more than two centuries ago and announced to the public that he died young!"