Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Compared to the battle with Saran Lane, closing a portal is very easy. After barely "resting" in this hellish scene, they found the portal to the elemental plane and closed it again, which was considered as an end to Devin Booker and his long-cherished wish of the Freshwater Legion. .

If nothing else happens, this place will no longer be the entrance for elemental creatures to the material plane.

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After Ron and the others came out, they found You. The banshee would contact Exuri and bury the remains of the triton paladin in the underground river. He was born in the water and naturally he should sleep in the water, together with his comrades.

As for Wilson's team, they can no longer be called a team. Their only survivors were the half-dead Wilson and the slightly better Spike, and the rest of their companions were all buried in this cave.

"I will probably never come to Delusion Land again in the future," Wilson, lying on a crude stretcher, smiled angrily. "This place will become my sad place."

"Maybe in the future, I will come back to see here," Spike sighed, with the sadness unique to the bard, "I will come back to see these old friends."

Ron gave them a fee so that they could safely return to the city-state alliance, which was regarded as his goodwill to these short-lived allies.

As for that shadow spirit Yelena...

"Can I go to Green Marsh Town?" She was tied up at the moment, but she was still bargaining with Ron and the others. "I want to know what made Mindatis and Saran become like that, even if Just a glance is fine!”

"Don't even think about it," Ron leaned against a tree, playing with two gems, one red and one blue, like walnuts in his hand, "If it weren't for the fact that you can still stand with us and resist. For Saran’s sake, you won’t survive today, you know?”

"When I get back to the trading post, I will hand it over to the passing merchants. Get away as far as you want. There are no cousins ​​of yours here anymore. You are not welcome here."

"Then, the scepter of our family..."

Ron was silent for a moment: "...I'm afraid you haven't woken up from a dream! Don't even think about it, why did you take it away?!"

“It has our family’s name engraved on it!”

"Is the name engraved yours?" Quest interrupted, "Does it agree if you call it?"

Silvia's hand suddenly shook, and the cane actually vibrated!

Yelena innocently looked at the people who were gradually looking murderous: "I haven't... called it yet?"

"It's no use anyway, you're not a vampire," Ron muttered, "How can a shadow spirit have a relative with an undead creature?"

"If you insist on bringing something back," Sylvia glanced at Yelena, "This scepter was found on the body of an elf descendant of your family. If you are willing, we will give the body to you. take away."

No one with a sane mind would agree to this kind of thing—who would come all the way to collect your body for free if you are a relative who is beyond your reach?

However, Yelena's eyes suddenly lit up: "Really? Thank you so much!"

"Thank you especially, Miss Sylvia! I retract my previous slanders and insults against you. You are such a good person!"

"Weird." Sylvia, who had been given the good guy card, turned away awkwardly - she had no intention of helping this guy at all!

"By the way, as for you," Yelena looked at Ron, "You still remember that I signed a contract with a certain existence, right?"

"Remember, what do you mean? He wants you to kill me?" Ron opened the preface of the weaving method vigilantly, ready to cast the spell at any time.

"That's not it. He, uh, saw you with the help of my eyes," Yelena hesitated, "He said that he is a little interested in you and may want to talk to you."

Ron suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: He knew that this shadow spirit would do something bad if he opened his mouth!

"Impossible, I don't have time!" Ron refused decisively, "I will send you away soon, no, I will let you go now!"

"Leave quickly, I have no intention of dealing with your sect master!"

"Whether you let me go or kill me, you can't change this fact," Yelena said in a strange tone, "He will not come to you through me."

"Who is your sect master?" Quest asked with a frown, "The Crow Queen?"

"That's not taking off your pants and farting," Sylvia complained, "I'm the fey or something."

"No, he is, uh, a big devil."

Ron: "...How about I kill you? How can you repay kindness with evil? Can the devil meet you casually?!"

"I said, even if you kill me, you can't change this fact," Yelena sighed, "This is simply not something I can decide."

The shadow spirit who had stabbed Ron in another big trap was immediately treated in a manner consistent with what he had done: four horses and a branch stuck in his hooves, the same treatment as the slave trader with the black eye.

And on the way back, she will be treated the most unfairly - such as sleeping in the wild and eating without meat or seasonings.

Yelena accepted all these without any complaints. As a warlock who deals with demons, she certainly knows how dangerous this is, and this is the treatment she deserves.

However, in the late night of that day, the shadow spirit tied outside Ron's tent suddenly began to cough rhythmically. When Ron was awakened, accompanied by the sound of the curtain, Quest leaned over and crawled in.

"Quest? What's the matter?" Ron was used to this guy appearing and disappearing at critical moments every time. This time he was moving forward with the team, and he was really a little uncomfortable.

"Indeed, there is something," Quest nodded with a serious expression, "something that Sylvia has been worried about, and I believe you have some doubts too."

"Before, in order to track down Mindatis, I couldn't be exposed. Now he and his master have gone to hell, I think it's time to confess."

"This, you can say it in the daytime," Ron was puzzled, "Is there anyone in the team that you don't trust?"

"We have been through life and death together, no matter what you want to confess, I believe they can accept it."

"If it is other things, I don't doubt your judgment at all," Quest smiled bitterly, "but this, I can only reveal it to you. And to be honest, I don't know how you will react."

"If you say that this place cannot accept me and my race, then I will turn around and leave without any criticism or accusations against you. I won't say that I have helped you before - those are just my duties."

"So, are you ready to take a look at the truth?"