Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

When Seymour and Carlos rushed to the outskirts of Henry Robertson's wizard tower, the whole area was in chaos.

A large number of patrols and even Carolina soldiers were alarmed and rushed here, but more undead creatures broke out from the nearby area, blocking the people who came to support outside.

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Most of these undead creatures are ordinary skeletons and zombies, and occasionally a few ghosts can be seen. Ordinary soldiers can't communicate with them at all. Under the catalysis of fear and doubt, the two sides soon broke out in conflict.

The situation was so chaotic that no one noticed that two figures bypassed the patrol's fire under the cover of night and quietly rushed to the originally scheduled meeting place.

There was the starting point of this inexplicable conflict.

"Fire wall!" As the figure shrouded in dark clouds shouted, a circular fire wall rose up in the dark magic, and several zombies were roasted into charcoal in an instant. However, this seemingly invulnerable fire wall could not last long enough. Seymour watched a huge creature as tall as two meters rush into the dark magic. The fire wall disappeared in an instant, and only the curling gas floated out and landed near Seymour and Carlos, turning into the embarrassed Sylvia.

"What's going on?"

Seymour only had time to ask this question before he found himself the new target of the huge flesh and blood golem. The figure of the drow assassin disappeared instantly, and two cold lights appeared in his sleeves. When he reappeared, he had turned over and rode on the neck of the golem.

The short blade was like flesh, as if it cut into rubber. Seymour thought it was not good, and he turned over and jumped up again without even having time to draw his weapon, narrowly avoiding the claw of the undead creature that reversed its joints.

"Miss Sylvia, how could you get into trouble with such a thing!"

The short but dangerous fight made Seymour sweat coldly, and also stunned Carlos, the narrator. If there is anything in common between him and Seymour, it is that they did not carry regular weapons, and they only had daggers and short swords on their bodies - I am afraid they can't compete with each other at all!

"I didn't get into trouble with it, it was it that ran into me!" Sylvia waved her cane, and three night hounds emerged from the etheric surface and disappeared in an instant, tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood from the golem, "Your actions are too late, the body of the broker is on it!"

"I sensed the mark left on the broker during the day approaching, and thought it was you, so I pulled out of hiding, but I never thought it was such a thing!"

The figure of the vampire suddenly disappeared from the spot, and a thunder sounded not far away. A moment later, a series of scorching rays shot towards the golem from a distance again, temporarily blocking the attack of the undead creature.

"That old man's vigilant eyes," Sylvia rejoined the siege of the golem with a gloomy face, "He must have noticed the movement outside, we have to leave here quickly!"

"But this golem--" Carlos rolled on the ground for a full ten times before he barely avoided the claws of the flesh golem. Even so, a large piece of his robe was torn by the other party, turning into flying strips of cloth.

"There's no time!" Seymour made a prompt decision. He found an opportunity to retrieve his dagger from the golem's neck and quickly fled. "Sylvia, do you have any spells? Burn all the traces nearby, let's retreat!"

The vampire immediately understood, and a fist-sized, expanding fireball condensed on the top of his cane: "You go first, I'll be there soon!"

The fireball with a diameter of more than ten meters exploded under Henry Robertson's wizard tower, not only covering the flesh and blood golem and the surrounding land, but also involving the undead creatures and part of the patrol team not far away. However, Sylvia and the other three no longer had the energy to pay attention to these.

I hope it won't cause too many casualties.

"Damn it, did this psychopathic old man turn his Mage Tower into a fortress?!"

A captain among the guards yelled, "Stop fighting, stop fighting! Save people first! Put out the fire!"

The flustered people began to look for the nearest well in a panic, but the soldier who was drawing water was clumsy and accidentally dropped the bucket and rope into the well. For a moment, the shouting, quarreling, crying and the roar of the undead creatures were mixed together. No one noticed that the three "culprits" disappeared silently in the darkness.

"Silence."

In the dark night, a barrier covered the entire Mage Tower and the surrounding area without warning. A large amount of liquid poured down from the burning surface like a river pouring back from the sky. While putting out the flames, the waves also sent those trapped in the sea of ​​fire out and reunited with their team.

Then, holy light enveloped the injured, and the columnar magic energy healed their burns and other injuries. The guards of Carolina stood up in doubt. They found that the undead creatures seemed to be affected by some kind of holy power and no longer had hostility towards them. Instead, they fled away from someone.

In the darkness, a young man in gorgeous robes and a female priest in armor slowly walked over. The former waved his hand, and the book beside him that could float by itself immediately turned a page. Everyone's throats and tongues suddenly became lighter, and they regained the ability to speak and make sounds.

"Who are you?" A captain among the guards recognized the two "good guys" who saved people from danger. "You are the lord of the Delusion Land who visited some time ago!"

"I was in charge of the security of the welcoming banquet at that time, and I met you once!"

Facing the enthusiastic captain, Ron shook hands and hugged him cordially: "I was awakened by the movement here, and when I saw the fire, I thought of coming to save people - what happened here?"

What Ron said was not completely false, at least the part about saving people was true. But if he and Victoria came from their residence, I'm afraid even the daylily would be cold.

The only explanation is that they were hiding nearby from the beginning, and when they found that the situation was at risk of getting out of control, they hurried over to remedy it.

According to the laboratory rules, when performing some dangerous operations, there must be at least two (groups) of people to supervise to prevent accidents. Ron arranged the plan completely according to habit, and this really helped a lot.

"To be honest, it was the wizard here!" The captain looked at the wizard tower with hatred. This dark and gloomy tower had only opened a crack until now. Henry Robertson, a confused necromancer, stood at the door, looking at the crowd in front of his house at a loss, not knowing what happened.

"Report to the captain, there is a situation over there!" A patrol member ran over, "We found the remains of a flesh and blood golem at the explosion site, and there is a charred corpse next to it!"

"The identity of the corpse cannot be determined for the time being, but judging from its appearance, it should be an elf!"

"Your phantom is still in our "detention"," the captain looked at the necromancer with a fake smile, "I'm afraid this time, I have to trouble you to go with us and explain it properly!"