Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"The snowfields in the north are not a place with a variety of species. Sister Sera has never seen the creatures here before. It's perfectly normal," Constance chuckled. "If you were in the city, you would still see novel things! "

"Oh?" Sera carried the Grip of the Canglan and walked ahead. Hearing the words, she couldn't help but turn her head, "Tell me, are there any monsters I haven't seen before in the city?"

"There are so many: half-human turtles living in the sewers, giants on the streets in the middle of the night... Although the city is always much safer than the wild, many spies and bounty hunters rely on this to live their lives! "

"Speak as if you have seen it before," Ivy glared at her cousin who was talking nonsense, "When I first became an adventurer, I also took over tasks in the city. There were only a few rats in the sewers who broke into the empty door because they couldn't survive. Besides humans, there are all kinds of mud monsters. There is no such thing as a 'half-human turtle', which sounds like nonsense."

"Did you hear this from some bard?"

In response to Ivy's question, Constance just stuck out her tongue without responding. On the contrary, Sera became interested and begged Constance to tell her those weird stories along the way, which made her feel depressed. Traveling in the environment adds a lot of interest.

But Ron and the others felt that Sera was more likely to use these stories as material for her and Rurik to brag after they got drunk - she had previously boasted to the dwarf that she had won an entire battle with one hand. The hill giant we fought!

"Uh, could you please stop your story for a moment?" Walking through the trees contaminated by the blight monster, standing on a hill, a cultist interrupted Constance's story.

"Look there, is that where we are going?"

Following the direction of his finger, a small black building resembling a monument stood in the clearing between the jungle and swamp. And surrounding it are countless types of undead - zombies, skeletons, ghosts and...

"The Boneless Ones," Sylvia recognized the physical undead creatures without bones. "These things would not have appeared here if they were not intentional."

"Only a body that has been tortured before death can produce such a creature." The vampire looked at the living skin-like creatures in the distance with some pity. "My cheap teacher once did this subject, transformation The rate is not ideal. With so many gatherings here, there could only be a large-scale tragedy.”

"Is your teacher a necromancer?" Yelena turned her head with interest, "You should continue to study with him. They generally have considerable knowledge."

"Go ahead," Sylvia snorted coldly, "The topic he studied is 'How to maximize the utilization of a corpse'. The specific operation is to use a corpse to summon the Boneless and the Skeleton at the same time. And the Wraith, if possible he also wants the Creeping Claw, the Necrotic Ichor, and the Brain in the Vat.”

"How far along was he when you left him?"

"Aggregation of them except ghosts," Sylvia curled her lips, "Zombies."

Yelena: "...I'm afraid you're not kidding me! Isn't that the same as no progress?!"

"I didn't say he made any progress," Sylvia ignored the shadow spirit. She noticed that the pastor seemed a little absent-minded at the moment, "Victoria, what are you looking at?"

"There are so many undead creatures here, it's your turn to take action, destroy all these miserable guys!"

"Huh? Well, of course," Victoria didn't look back, just staring straight at a bush not far away, "Can you help me see if that is an undead creature?"

Between the open space around the monument and the hill where Ron and the others were, a piece of barren grass was weighed down by heavy objects. From this angle, one could only vaguely see the back of a medium-sized and shorter creature, but what exactly was it? But no one can see clearly.

"Don't ambush again..." A cultist shuddered. Although the previous attack of the dead branch monster was blocked by Ron and the others, it was enough to cause him a psychological shadow. "I heard that some have gained wisdom. This is what the undead creatures like - pretending to be corpses or unconscious creatures, waiting for you to walk over, and then say "Ah!"

"This is easy to handle," Drayford pointed his bow at the figure and nocked an arrow. "I'll shoot it and I'll know the answer!"

"If it is an undead creature, it will stand up if it is injured or knows that it is exposed; if it is a living creature, it will die - in short, it will no longer pose a threat to us!"

"Anyway, even the living people in this wilderness will not be good people!"

"Can you still tell the difference between good guys and bad guys?" Ivy glanced at the goblin. It wasn't that she didn't trust his position, but that she didn't trust his IQ.

"What's so difficult about this? If you suddenly appear here, you must be the first one to dig up the treasure!" Naturally, Drayford heard Gracia say that part of the Queen's body is buried here, but finding the body means that it can be done I went to exchange treasures with the Grand Duke, so anyone who comes here is like someone digging for treasures.

And if he is not on the same side as him, he must be here to steal the treasure. There is no doubt that he is a bad person, and there is nothing wrong with killing him.

The bowstring cannot be stretched for a long time without letting go. As the saying goes, "the arrow must be fired while it is on the string." Therefore, after Dreyfudou briefly pondered his logic, with the sound of the string, the arrow flew straight towards the suspicious figure. Then he shot it in the back.

If Ron and Sylvia hadn't attacked at the same time, using two magic hands to deflect the trajectory of the arrow, the journey of some people today would have ended here.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Driver jumped up and down, "How can you judge its identity like this?"

"Actually, it's possible, but we just forgot about it," Ron smiled and scratched his head, "There's no need to attack, just use the magic hand to turn it over, right?"

The two magic hands pushed away the weeds and thorns entangled around the figure, and with the slogans of Ron and Sylvia, they turned the target over and rotated it sixty degrees, so that the vicissitudes of life with closed eyes could face everyone.

The man was tall, but because he was curled up in the grass, he looked shorter. He was wearing a torn and messy gray-brown robe, and his gray hair and beard were messy and tangled with the vegetation. The wizard couldn't pull them apart no matter how hard he tried. Under the tangled beard, the half of his face was covered with wrinkles because of the baptism of the long years, so that he had to look very carefully to recognize it with his eyes closed.

"Wow! It's an old man with a white beard!"

Drivdor whistled.