Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Ron and others raised their eyes to look into the house, and sure enough they noticed the shadows in the darkness. When the two cultists rolled out and crawled out, it seemed like a big black hand came out of the house, but it immediately retracted as soon as it came into contact with the sunlight.

"This is the residence of the holy guards, you demons are not welcome!"

Several villagers who had been captured by Ron and the others struggled to speak: "Get out of here quickly! Otherwise, when it gets dark and the Holy Guard goes on patrol, you will all go back to the abyss!"

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"What are they talking about?" Victoria was confused. "They call those zombies...holy guards?"

"Everyone here has something wrong with them!" A cultist took a breath and struggled to crawl to Ron's feet, tugging on his trouser legs. "You are adventurers, right? Who commissioned you here?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter! We are willing to give all our savings to you, take us away quickly!"

"Those zombies can't withstand the temptation of flesh and blood, and will soon rush out against the sun!"

Ron turned his head and looked, and sure enough, the undead creatures in the room became more and more restless, constantly testing back and forth at the junction of darkness and sunlight, and it looked like they were about to rush out soon.

For the zombies in this world, sunlight is like cold water. As for swimmers, there will be some discomfort if they venture in, but there is no danger - they will adapt quickly.

"What the hell is going on? Why are you here!" Ron frowned and kicked the cultists away from his feet with great effort, "Are you followers of the Lord of Darkness, Graz'zt? Why are you here? What are you doing in this deserted village?"

"We, we have received the divine inspiration from that Lord!" Another cultist suddenly said boldly, "Come here and you can get the gift and transcend the mortal body!"

"There are more than ten of us here," his companion added. "In addition to the church members, there are also some servants and slaves accompanying us. When we first arrived here, we really felt the special treatment of the 'Chosen One'. "

"The residents here treat us as normal people, but think that our servants are demons who are chasing us! They were strong and killed all the servants, and hung their bodies on a tree at the entrance of the village, saying they were going to kill us. Sacrifice to the gods. At that time, we did not realize the seriousness of the matter..."

Ron:…

Should I be called a cultist? A normal person should feel something is wrong at this point, right? !

At this time, zombies had already rushed out of the house, and Avithela and others immediately rushed to suppress them back into the house, allowing Ron time to continue questioning these people.

"What happened next? How did you find out something was wrong?" Ron noticed that the two men had been looking at the villagers.

"Are they planning to attack you 'normal people' too?"

"Yes... and no," the cultist hesitated, "Sir, I don't know if you want to believe me, but let's put it this way - these four 'villagers' are actually our companions who came with us."

"They are more fanatical than us, and they prefer to devote themselves to Lord Wu An's cause. The villagers here took them to see a wise elder in the village, and when they came back, they had become completely ' Aboriginal'.

"Fortunately, they still remember us, but unfortunately it is only the memory after we came here - they think that we are converts who want to convert, but are not devout believers, so they continue to persuade us - you think, after witnessing it with your own eyes After all this, how can we trust them?”

"What you saw today was that we two brothers were about to run away, but they were caught by them and were about to return to the village. We originally planned to take advantage of your fight to escape, but we didn't expect that we rushed to the doctor in a hurry and plunged into the zombie's lair. …”

"They are not zombies, they are holy guards! Grant, please wake up, they are the devils!" The four villagers who were once cultists angrily corrected the former believers, "They are here to protect us. How much has the village given up? We don’t allow you to slander them like this!”

"There are no traces of being controlled or charmed," Polly opened the eyelids of a villager and frowned, "Or maybe even I can't see it - there must be superb skills in manipulating their existence."

"Or..."

"Or what?"

"Maybe their cognition has been biased since they were born." The ghost woman tried to forcefully swallow a few fat maggots for the villager, but there was no result other than getting more curses. "This is strange-" Hey, can't you see that I'm different from these 'devils'?"

"You!" The villager who was fed the bugs was almost furious. "How dare you treat me like this! Although you look like a human being, on the inside you are just like a demon!"

"We originally thought you were a coerced slave, but we didn't expect you to be an accomplice! Fortunately, we didn't bring you to the village. Now let the holy guards punish you, the scum of the abyss!"

"It seems that I am indeed different," Polly, who maintained the appearance of an old woman, nodded with satisfaction, "Something has reversed their perception. No matter what the reason is, it is very effective in terms of effect. , can even see through my illusions and point directly to the real body."

"If not, I should be a devil in their eyes."

"No time to sigh!" Constance's voice came from the other side, "What the hell is this thing? How can it not kill anything!"

"The heroic spirits of the Holy Guards will never die!" Several villagers looked at each other and laughed heartily, "Go back to your stinking abyss! The last fortress of the Kingdom of Falama will never fall into the hands of the devil!"

"It's similar to the undead creatures we encountered near the green dragon's lair. If they can't cause enough damage, they will be reborn over and over again!" Victoria looked ugly, and a flame-like glow was thrown from her hand, Pouring down on the zombies, "Constance, you have to retreat! If you keep fighting like this, you will have to deal with a bunch of broken limbs in a while!"

"This is too infuriating!" Sera waved the giant sword, overwhelmed the zombies' charge again and again, but watched them reassemble themselves again and again, climbed up and rushed over again, "No wonder that wizard wanted that stupid spell, I want one too!"

"If it doesn't work, just wait until night!" Sylvia pinched out the attacking undead in her hand, "This is not a solution, I can call hounds to eat them at night!"