Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

After coming to this remote plane, Masalino had never encountered anything good.

He had never seen a ruin with so many undead creatures! Is Orcus sealed inside? !

He had used up all his spells and was even forced to fight in close combat, but even so, he still couldn't get away. In desperation, he tore open the seven-ring scroll that he had bought from Sigil at a high price and regarded as a treasure.

Isolation.

The invisibility effect of the isolation made him invisible under the gaze of countless undead creatures. Masalino entered a state of suspended death. Time stopped flowing in his world, and the duration of the spell was set until... discovered by a living person.

Masalino no longer had any hope for the remoteness of this place. Even if it was a group of vicious robbers, it was much better than being eaten alive by a group of undead.

At this moment, as a drop of water moistened his cracked lips, the old wizard finally opened his eyes tremblingly as if he had just woken up from a dream.

What caught his eyes was... green skin, short stature, pointed ears, and a pair of cunning and evil eyes.

This was over.

Masalino closed his eyes again, wishing that his fake death would turn into real death - it would be better to fall into the hands of undead creatures! Could it be that a great wizard like him would end up being reduced to being a slave to goblins? !

"Hey! He's alive! He opened his eyes!"

Masalino secretly opened his eyelids a crack. As a great wizard who had lived for a long time and experienced various adventures, he was proficient in almost all languages ​​of the main material plane, including goblin language. But he was very sure that this goblin spoke the common language instead of their own native language.

It seemed that things could be slowed down. He still had some gems and precious metals for casting spells, and maybe he could buy his freedom.

"It looks like he has saved his energy with the help of magic," this is a female voice, sounding quite young, "Is he scared by you? He is pretending to faint."

"Wake up, you are safe now, we are not bad people."

A cold and slender palm slapped Masalino's cheek. The sudden coldness made the old wizard jump up and no longer pretend to faint. He opened his eyes and stared at the group of kind-hearted people who rescued him?

The "human content" of this adventurer team is quite high, but if there is nothing wrong with his magic prosthetic eye, there seems to be some wrong characters here, right?

Are the two most tattered people emitting the aura of the abyss? !

"Are you... the subordinates of that demon lord?" The old wizard's voice trembled, because he also saw a ghost woman disguised as an old woman.

It seems that the level of this team of demon believers should not be low, after all, ghost women generally do not help ordinary demons.

"Demon Lord?" Ron and the others looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on the two cultists, "Could it be you?"

"Old man, you misunderstood," a cultist explained with a wry smile, "We no longer believe in Lord Dark, but we haven't had time to go to the temple to confess. You look like a powerful spellcaster, but perhaps this power will also mislead you."

"Oh, oh... what about this one?" Masalino didn't believe it yet, and his eyes turned to the witch Polly.

"I'm hired," the witch knew that the other party had seen through her disguise, "They are here to find this relic, and I'm responsible for leading the way."

"Uh, and this one?" Masalino nodded slightly, and looked at Sylvia who was closest to him - the one who slapped him just now should be this lady.

At this point, Masalino was actually relieved. Whether she was a vampire or a half-blood, she was much easier to talk to than those few.

"I am a subordinate of Lord Ron," Sylvia gave up Ron's position, "He is the current and future ruler of this land, and he is now leading the way to eradicate the evils left on the land of delusion."

"It turns out to be the Lord!" Masarino suddenly realized, and immediately stretched out his hands and held Ron's palms enthusiastically, "I have heard of you for a long time! I think you are less than 30 years old? You are really young and promising!"

"And you are willing to save a strange old man in a place like this. It is a great blessing for Delusion to have a kind lord like you!"

"Forget about the long-standing admiration," Ron was amused and embarrassed by the sudden enthusiasm of the old man, whose hands were covered with calluses and scratched. His palms and backs ached. "I've only been here for a few months. As you can see, even the problems left by the previous lords have not been dealt with. It's really a bit of a misnomer to call myself a lord now."

"No, no, no, this is what a lord should be like!" The old wizard said hurriedly, "I've seen many lords who were anxious to build their territories after accepting the commission. They didn't even understand the surrounding situation, and some even didn't leave their territories or even castles for several months!"

"In comparison, your efforts and deeds are simply exemplary!"

"If the Delusion Land could be as simple as other territories without so many twists and turns, I would also like that..." Ron complained in his heart but still smiled on his face.

"Then how about you? I should have some control over the entrances and exits around the Delusion Land, but I have never seen you - did you come over from the mountains over there?"

"That was a very difficult journey."

"To be honest, although I haven't walked the road you mentioned, it was indeed very difficult along the way," Masalino smiled bitterly, "I am an old man, Masalino, a planeswalker who likes to travel and explore between various planes."

"This time, I made a small deviation in my crossing. A cloud giant interfered with my coordinates. When I appeared in the material plane again, I came here."

"Speaking of this," the planeswalker turned his head with lingering fear and looked at the undead creatures who were still wandering aimlessly, "Your territory here really needs to be cleaned up. Even I can't kill all these undead before the spell runs out."

"You mages obviously have many limitations, but you still like to be lone wolves," Sera laughed contemptuously, "There was also a mage here before who encountered the same dilemma as you."

"The problem is not here..." The planeswalker muttered guiltily, "If I hadn't spent too much energy escaping from the cloud giant, I wouldn't have..."