Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

The singing of the phantom was very penetrating. Even if Ron and his companions followed the sound for a long distance, they could still find the right direction under her guidance.

And here, as they knew, after bypassing several forks in the road, some rough and simple buildings appeared, and some small creatures with grid-like red-brown scale patterns gradually appeared in the sight of Ron and his companions.

The dog-headed men, they were once small toys raised by the red copper dragon, and now they are the servants of the black dragon Exuri.

"Is... the old master back?"

A dog-headed man with a red rag tied on his head and a wooden stick came towards Ron and his companions. He looked at Ron cautiously, and his voice trembled slightly.

Its name is Morro, and Ron had met it once before.

"No," Ron shook his head slightly. The music of the phantom gradually faded. It seemed that she had nothing to miss in this world. "It's just... the echo of the past."

"We didn't mean to break into your territory. Can you point us out and let us leave?"

The dog-headed people had nothing to talk about with Ron and his party. After confirming that it was not their old boss who returned, they sent everyone out. In the canyon outside, a dog-headed man with a golden scale on his forehead raised his head and stared at Ron and others with burning eyes.

"I heard her singing. What happened inside?"

This "dog-headed man" was obviously different from other "kinds". His back was straight, and his eyes were filled with a faint golden light of wisdom. His identity was self-evident.

"Come to teach Axuri again?" Ron nodded. After seeing the other kobolds return to the cave, he told them everything he had seen and heard. "It was a phantom she left behind, fulfilling her final duty."

"Demon..." Jin Long sighed softly, "I see. She had been unwilling to talk to me about this before. It turned out to be because of this."

"So, are you going to put the queen back together? I have to warn you that trading with the devil is only slightly better than trading with the devil. If you don't grasp the scale well, it may lead to disaster."

"Neither the Demon Lord nor the Demon Duke is someone we can afford to offend, but it happens that they are incompatible with each other," Ron said. "The devil will never sit idly by and watch Gracia resurrect the 'traitor'. They will definitely clash."

"In this way, it will be for you. "We have bought time," the golden dragon nodded, "their main battlefield will definitely not be chosen in the material plane where they cannot go all out."

"So, how many fragments do you still need to collect? I think I should be able to help."

"There are three left," Ron showed the map drawn by the red copper dragon phantom to the golden dragon, "Are you sure you want to intervene? I remember you are very afraid of being corrupted."

After the group walked out of the canyon, the golden dragon changed from a dog-headed man to a golden dragon dragonborn: "I am indeed afraid of being corrupted, but it has nothing to do with the abyss, and from her intelligence, there are no other powerful demons except the foul demons you have seen."

"I am more than enough to deal with this level of danger."

"In that case, then trouble you." Seeing that the golden dragon was so interested, Ron no longer refused. Judging from the two sealed locations they had visited, the people guarding the seals were all powerful beings. If the golden dragon was willing to help, they could just avoid being in danger.

"By the way, I think you should go to Exuri's place," the golden dragon suddenly remembered something and smiled, "The planeswalker you hired has done a lot of great things recently!"

"Masalino?" Ron was stunned for a moment. He knew that the other party had been near the black dragon's lair recently, but he didn't pay much attention to what he did.

It can't be that he sliced ​​the black dragon's young dragon for research?

When Ron and others rushed to Exuri's lair, Ron found that things did not develop in the direction he thought. On the contrary, Exuri was following Masalino's back, like a little follower.

At this moment, the planeswalker was casting spells on the ruins of Green Swamp Town. The earth and stone structures seemed to come alive with his movements, and they built new buildings by themselves. When Ron and others arrived, the place had been built in a decent manner. I think it was the result of Masalino's efforts in the past few weeks.

"Ah, Lord, you are here!" Seeing Ron appear here, the planeswalker placed a roof in the right place and wiped the sweat from his forehead. This arcane variant based on seismic magic has extremely high requirements for the caster's skills, and even senior mages like Masalino cannot easily control it.

"How about you come and take a look? I integrated the original materials here and rebuilt a new building, so that this place can be used as a new base!"

There is also a gap between casters and casters. What Anne couldn't do for so long, Masalino built a new town on the ruins of Green Swamp Town in just a few weeks.

However, Ron was a little curious. Would the black dragon like to build a new town next to its nest?

"This old man helped me renovate my nest!" Exuri raised his neck and said proudly, "And he also promised that after the 'New Green Swamp Town' was built, he would build me a tower that can overlook the entire town!"

"Most black dragons are used to living in dark ruins, but he seems to be an exception," Masalino nodded, "But I don't mean to go against his nature. I plan to build a small church for him and erect a tower behind it - if he wants, I can also design some magic traps for him, but few young dragon nests can have such treatment!"

"He said I might be the only young dragon in the multiverse!" Exuri said proudly, dragging a thick tree trunk to the planeswalker at Masalino's signal, "Many dragons at my age are still squeezed in a small house with their parents. Inside the nest!"

"Take me for example," Jin Long shrugged, "I still remember that I picked up an amber necklace outside, but my dad said, 'I'll keep it here for you and give it to you when you come of age,' and took it away."

"Uh... Teacher, did your dad return it to you later?"

"He said he did, and I do have this part in my memory," Jin Long snorted, "but I searched my nest many times, and I never saw the necklace in my memory. Finally, I had to confirm a very sad fact:"

"In order to keep it, my dad used magic to tamper with my memory."