Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"It shouldn't be that disgusting..." Constance frowned, very dissatisfied with her cousin's description, "After all, it is the body of their queen, and it should be disposed of..."

"Don't think too well of people, little girl," Masarino looked at the stone box, "Especially this... looks like it was the work of an abyss believer? Then you can't count on them."

"They can't even clean their own temple. When I was young, I participated in an adventure with the goal of destroying the temple of the tauren lord Baphomet. There were mountains of corpses and blood inside, and the leader of the company was Mr. Er can’t stand it!”

"Actually, I think it's nothing... what if I can bite it open?" The goblin didn't care about this at all. He looked at the stone box in the planeswalker's hand eagerly and wanted to taste it.

"W-Graz'zt's handwriting might be better, right?" Grant interjected, "It should be... more refined?"

"You cultists," the planeswalker sneered, "always confuse evil spirits with good gods."

"And you can't even recognize the handwriting of your former master? This is not Graz'zt's seal, this is the symbol of Orcus!"

Masarino showed the mark under the stone box. It was a ram skull, which was significantly different from the previous emblem of Gulen and the others.

"Let me take a look... Well, this stone box must be very old. I have only seen this sealing technique in books."

After confirming that the undead creatures could not chase them here, Ron and others cleared a clearing nearby to set up camp, giving Massarino enough time to crack the seal on the stone box.

In fact, it stands to reason that it is obviously safer to go back to the trading post, but since they still don't know whether it is what they want inside, it is better to stay too far away - if they make a mistake, they can go back and continue digging.

Ron and Sylvia were finally able to take advantage of this time to supplement their already somewhat stretched arcane knowledge.

"Book of Dragon Languages, I'm beginning to believe that you have really been to the dragon's lair," Masarino glanced at the book in Ron's hand, "If I were you, I would definitely not be the lord here. Hags, dragons, and immortals Creatures, any one of them on the kingdom stall is enough, but you have collected them all here.”

"There are good and bad dragons," Ron said casually, "We are also planning to rebuild the town next to a young dragon's lair, but the project is progressing slowly and we don't know when it will be completed."

"Young dragons, young dragons are relatively safe," the planeswalker nodded, "and they are easier to shape. If you have a good relationship with that little dragon, you can ensure the safety of your territory for thousands of years to come. ”

"I once visited an empire in a world. Their ancestors once showed favor to an entire Alliance of Scale Claws - a faction among dragons. This earth-shattering act of kindness allowed those dragons to protect them from generation to generation. Empire. I was lucky enough to meet the deputy leader of their dragoons. They were real dragoons, unlike other places that use lizards or other dragon-related creatures as substitutes."

"How old are you?" Constance looked over curiously. "Is it not easy for humans to be as knowledgeable as you?"

"I was born with a little bit of talent in this area, travel," Masarino stroked his beard and smiled, "plus a little bit of luck and God's blessing, it's not too hard to live a long life. Disaster."

"It's just that my goddess has been a little dissatisfied with me in recent decades. If I don't improve my knowledge, she will probably withdraw her grace - you see, my white beard and hair are the result of his love for me. warning."

"In our world, there are three goddesses of magic, who are in charge of 'law', 'creation' and 'knowability' respectively. I don't know which one you are referring to?" Victoria finished her evening prayer and raised her head.

"Well, it seems that my goddess is not known in this world yet." Masarino thought for a while, smiled and shook his head.

This is a normal phenomenon. Some gods’ beliefs will spread widely due to the distribution of their believers, such as Bahamut, such as Lucky Lady Tymora; while some gods will be limited in their scope of influence, so they have their own existence in different worlds. Aspects with different names; others are less well-known, so that many planes are not aware of their existence.

Priests who have just learned to travel across planes may have a heated debate with other priests who believe in the same clergy and gods, but for planeswalkers, this kind of thing has long been accustomed to it.

A god is a god even if no one worships him. Not hearing its name in this plane will not affect the projection of its divine power on believers. Masarino's current appearance is the most powerful evidence.

"Oh, I think I opened it." With a crisp sound, followed by a complex sound of mechanical rotation, the stone box in Masarino's hand began to change, and followed by a command The stench is unbearable.

"It seems that the devil has a lot of resentment towards this queen, cough cough cough..." Masarino forced a smile and threw the stone box to Ron who was caught off guard. He ran to the side and coughed and retched.

"You...vomit it," he pinched his nose and was so smoked that he couldn't even open his eyes, so he had to hand it to Sylvia next to him, "Look..."

"Benefactor, you can't harm me like this..." Sylvia sighed, "Dreyfudo, come here!"

"No, no, no, go find Ivy!" "I'm going to go to the bathroom, don't look for me!"

As the stone box was opened, the camp was completely uninhabitable. There was no curse or poison gas in the stone box, but it was precisely because of this that everyone could not bear it. It was not until Ron used the wind magic to blow the smell to the open space that everyone gathered around again, and their heads gathered in a circle to look into the stone box.

"A whole human leg, a left leg. Judging from the morphological structure, it is obvious that the owner is a woman," Ron looked at the human body parts that had been sealed for hundreds of years and wrapped in layers of black and purple mist, and identified them. "The stone box is guarded by a death knight, and there are magic seals on the outside and the leg itself. Even this stone box is a small dimensional storage device-"

"My conclusion is that this is the component we are looking for."

"Then there is only one problem now," the smell that is more terrifying than the death knight is about to float out again, and Ivy quickly jumped back a few steps, "Mr. Masarino, can you think of a way to quickly seal this thing again?!"