Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

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"Lord Aiksuri believes that this curse comes from some ancient ritual, while Miss You believes that it is probably related to undead creatures." Anne took out her portable notepad and looked at the records on it, "They are on this issue. There was a thorough exchange of opinions, and it ended with Miss You agreeing with Lord Aiksuri’s point of view.”

After all, You is still a member of Exuri, and Ron can guess the process by which the black dragon coerces and induces the banshee to agree with his point of view.

"As for this, Victoria and Miss Bunnie both believe that this is caused by the magic trap of some kind of ancient monument. The original builders used this to punish tomb robbers. By the way, Miss Victoria also said that maybe they entered the teleportation array by mistake. Transported to the tombs of the ancient kingdom."

Anne carefully read the memo she had carefully written word for word: "In addition, Miss Constance and Ms. Yelena who were passing by thought that this might be related to the devil, but because of Ms. Yelena's special status, Miss Constance Not a spell caster, so I personally reserve my opinion on them.”

Ron did not sit back and listen to Annie's report. Instead, he took action directly. A set of knives made by Rurick was laid out by Ron. After a simple anesthesia with drugs, the epidermis on the doppelganger's chest was cut. Ron carefully made an incision.

"As expected..." After turning over the skin with tweezers, Ron sighed as expected, "The structure of the doppelgänger is so different from that of ordinary creatures, it's impossible to do anything about it."

Under their skin are not muscles in the conventional sense, but a gel-like structure. The lines on it flow slowly with the doppelgänger's breathing and pulse, along with the black bruise-like lines. It came to life. Ron was absolutely dizzy even looking at this kind of physiological structure, let alone continuing to use the knife.

But the knife was not completely fruitless. When the tip of the knife in Ron's hand tentatively pushed away the gel-like substance, as the black lines flowed, a strong and mellow rotten smell suddenly erupted. Opening up, everyone present covered their noses and walked away.

The two young villagers who were a little closer and had just helped carry Sebach simply couldn't hold on anymore and ran out crawling on the ground. After a while, the heartbreaking sound of vomiting came from outside the door.

"Go out and see them. It's not okay to be so vomiting." Ron glanced at Annie, whose face turned pale and yellow, then yellow and green, and motioned to her that she didn't need to hold on here, "I'll deal with the smell and let you Come in when you come in.”

"M-Thank you, sir!" Although Annie, as a warlock, is slightly stronger than ordinary people, the penetrating power of this smell is too strong. The rotten smell coming from the depths of the soul cannot be tolerated by a strong will. .

Annie, who vomited outside the door, glanced at the closed door with lingering fear, and couldn't help but feel a lot of admiration in her heart: Mr. Ron is indeed the man who pioneered the land of fantasy, even in the face of such a terrifying atmosphere. Be able to feel at ease!

Could it be that Ron's nose is blocked? This is certainly not a reason. In fact, Ron managed not to leave precisely because he was too sensitive to this smell - there was a smell in it that he was very familiar with.

The preface of the spell weaving floated in front of Ron on its own. As his mastery of arcana became more and more profound, this spell book that once served the chief archmage gradually showed more unique features.

It was like it had a magical suction force. The black lines in Erduo's body actually floated up slightly under its call, and with it, there was a wisp of blue-black smoke.

Emerald green runes lit up on the cover of Foreword to Weaving, and all the smoke was inhaled. With a slight tremor, a string of unfamiliar symbols appeared on the blank pages of Foreword to Weaving.

"Dragon language, dwarf language...a curse composed of multiple magics, disguised as the appearance of a rotten curse..." Ron identified the analyzed spell and confirmed the composition of the curse suffered by Sebach. Although this result is reasonable, But it also made Ron murmur in his heart.

"Where did Quest lead them? Hunting owlbears and chasing them into the pyramid?"

What made Ron frown even more was the last line of incantation analyzed in the preface of the weaving method. He didn't recognize this line of incantation, but with some intuition, he faintly smelled a smell similar to rotten eggs.

"Annie! Are you still outside?" Ron, who felt something was wrong, quickly called Anne outside. However, after this little girl's good habit of closing the door casually, the enclosed wooden house immediately continued to operate Mordenkainen's private chamber. The effect was that people outside could not hear Ron's voice inside.

"This is really..." Ron planned to walk over and open the door by himself, but when he raised his legs, he found that the wooden floor under his feet had become as sticky as honey at this moment. Every time he took a step, Ron Endu felt that his body sank a little. The floor seemed to have grown arms and legs. It desperately grabbed the corners of his clothes, trouser legs and shoes, making the distance of only ten steps from the experimental table to the door become even longer. So tough.

Is the house alive? Or hallucination?

Ron tried to use dispel magic to break all this, or actively dispel the magic of the secret room to call for support, but he was unable to do either of the above. The two floors seemed to have come to life, wrapping Ron into a rice dumpling on the left and right. His hands and mouth were tightly bound by the pine resin-smelling wood, and he could not make any movements at all. .

Who made this and how did it end up here?

"Hey, oh," just as Ron was trying to control the weaving method and find a way to get out of trouble, a voice rang out from Sebach's chest, "Let's see, which unlucky mastermind behind the scenes was so clever that he was outsmarted?" Wrong?"

This voice sounds indistinguishable from male to female, but it has an inexplicable majesty: "Let me teach you a truth: a secret room may not be safe enough. On the contrary, it may also become your tomb."

"I suffered a loss in this regard many years ago when I was still alive."

"Ho-ho-" The comatose Saibach suddenly sat up straight, stretched out his clawed hands, and began to tear apart the small piece of skin that Ron had cut open, and soon his cavity was A big hole was dug out.

A waterfall of long golden hair spilled out from the body of the shape-shifter and dragged to the ground. The head connected to the end of these hair strands could not only speak, but also float in the air and move freely. At this moment, it slowly turned around, with only two clusters of red flames in its empty eye sockets, looking at Ron with a mocking meaning.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The next second, the big head screamed without warning: "God damn it, why is it you?!"