Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"So, are you ready to clear out these undead?" Masalino straightened his tattered clothes, "Then can I be allowed to hide aside first?"

"For an old man like me, such a high-intensity battle is really too exciting."

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"Wouldn't it be convenient for you to provide some support on the side?" Ron looked at him expectantly, "You have the powerful power to travel through the planes. You only need to take a short rest. It should be easy to deal with these undead creatures, right?"

"I'm sorry, but my suggestion is: No," Masalino said regretfully, "In fact, my support has already been done: before you arrived, the most important thing here is At least three powerful undead individuals have been eliminated by me. But I don't have the means to completely wipe them out, so I just made them unable to move. "

"I am grateful that the Lord is willing to give me time to rest, but this is also giving them time to rest and recover."

"In that case," Ron nodded and turned to look at Victoria, "Victoria, and you two, just act according to the original plan."

"Okay!" The two cultists were immediately refreshed and immediately began to cast, "Profane Shield!"

Two dark positions immediately rose around Sera and Constance. This kind of divine art is the same as the pious shield, but due to the different beliefs of the casters, there will be slight differences in details.

"Spirit Guardian!" Victoria took out the holy emblem, but before the spell was cast, her hand seemed to be burned, and with the priest's scream, the holy emblem fell to the ground.

"Victoria?" Sylvia took two steps forward and supported the priest. "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I... I'm fine," Victoria had a strange expression, but still shook her head, pushed the vampire mage away and picked up the holy emblem again, "I, was warned."

"Warned?" Ron looked over in confusion, "What do you mean?"

The priest stuck out his tongue: "He probably doesn't want me to mix with the cultists."

"As a priest of Heim... it's really hard for you." Masarino sat down and sighed.

It's better to say that Heim is already magnanimous to warn her now.

"Okay, it doesn't matter," Victoria successfully released the spirit guard this time, and her eyes fell on the two cultists, "You two take care of yourselves. The next time I see you, I'm afraid I will have to take action against you."

"Don't worry, don't worry! We swear!" The two cultists nodded like chickens pecking at rice, "We swear to turn over a new leaf and start a new life!"

"Uh, excuse me for asking: Who are you going to swear to?" Masarino suddenly asked, and this unexpected question almost made the two cultists lose their concentration on the spell.

"What did you say?"

"Just curious," Marzarino shrugged, and a pair of deep blue eyes hidden under the gray beard and messy hair watched Ron and others rush down the hill with Victoria. "If you swear to Grazite, it will definitely not work, even if you are still using his magic now."

"If you are asked to choose a person who is willing to swear and confess your sins, which god would you prefer to choose?"

"I don't know, maybe Tymora?" The cultist named Gran hesitated, "Yes, I will confess my sins to her."

"It seems that the glory of the goddess of luck has also shone on this world," Marzarino nodded, "a reasonable choice. After all, her shrines are everywhere, and usually there are no priests or priests guarding them. No matter who says anything, anyone can tell her."

"But do you know? Correspondingly, the goddess usually does not bestow this kind of blessing, which means that no one will pay attention to your oath."

Marzarino stood up. He has faced countless dangerous situations. This time, the encounter was just a little embarrassing, but far from fatal. After a short rest, he recovered from the suspended state of the isolation spell.

These young people are still very safe, but if nothing unexpected happens, they will soon be in trouble.

"Swarm of bees!" A red hat blocked Polly's body and was annihilated in the wave of undead creatures in an instant, but it was this brief gap that he fought for that gave the witch a chance to cast a spell again.

"Get out of my way!" A pottery jar was smashed on the broken bricks, and as the witch's body expanded back to its original size, a whole group of poisonous bees followed!

"My dears! Send these dead people to hell!" The witch screamed, and those poisonous bees that were obviously different from the wild species immediately rushed towards the undead creatures like a whirlwind. The body structure of the dead is far less tough than that of the living, and the swarm of bees often only needs to rush left and right to shatter the zombies and skeletons. When Victoria's spirit guards swept past, these corpses that still tried to rely on their immortality to struggle would immediately turn into ashes and disappear without a trace.

"I'm not sure that hell is willing to take them in." Yelena sneered, and the thorn chain in her hand easily wrapped around a whistling ghost, and with a flick of her wrist, she broke it into countless pieces.

"As for you, you really found the right person - although even the most successful weavers and soul dealers would not want you."

The shadow dancer flew up and down among those half-empty spirits, and wherever the thorn chain went, the souls flew away. With her cleaning around Ron and others, these most difficult existences could not even touch the edge of Victoria's spirit guard.

"I have questioned your decision more than once, Ron!" Sera retreated back to the range of Victoria's protection. She had given up on continuing to chop and kill those flying things. The minimal effect was considered to be boasting about her achievements.

"But you chose to bring a shadow spirit, you really made the right choice!"

"But bringing a vampire is undoubtedly a mistake!" Sylvia dodged the attack of a squeezed ghoul in a somewhat embarrassed manner, "You all get out of the way, I can't stand these annoying things anymore!"

"Fireball!" Sylvia raised her cane high, and a huge fireball hit the stone bricks on the ground, and the flames instantly swept a large number of undead creatures into it.

"Ha, it's over, right?!" The vampire wizard pulled out the dagger that was inserted into the back of the ghoul's head and kicked it away with force, "Victoria, don't let them revive!"

Although Ron's team was not strong as a whole, they were more comfortable than a powerful wizard when they had clergy and professionals fighting against undead creatures. However, this was only limited to dealing with those beings that won by numbers.

When Sera rushed out of Victoria and Ivy's protection range again, she felt a huge force coming from her hand. A huge sword that was heavier and larger than the Grip of the Blue Wave tore through Polly's bee swarm and hit her sword with a force of ten thousand pounds.

Sera was horrified. She took five or six steps back before she could stabilize her body. When she saw the existence that had fought her head-on, even the brave and fearless barbarian couldn't help but shout:

"(Northern slang), what the hell is this thing?!"