Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Pah!"

Almost at the same time as the wine glass fell to the ground, an arrow came from the back of the restaurant and pierced the back of the head of the zombie lord who was just baring his teeth at Ron. The sharp arrowhead penetrated its rotten flesh and bones, and a little cold light appeared from its open mouth.

Henry's hair stood up instantly - he saw clearly that the arrow was pointing to his heart!

If the penetration power was a little stronger...

The necromancer subconsciously looked in the direction where the arrow came from. A cross-race couple on the other side had stood up at this moment. The female elf took out a longbow from somewhere and shot arrows from the string, beating several undead creatures into pieces.

The man seemed to be unconcerned, but when several thugs tried to stop the elves, he took out a pan flute. As the wonderful rhythm sounded around these villains, strands of silk threads that seemed to be there and not there tied their hands, feet and joints together. They could not make any movements except dancing to the man's music.

However, this was not the most frightening thing for the necromancer.

Ron's broken wine glass was like a switch. When it fell to the ground, led by an old halfling, almost all the diners in the entire Baka restaurant stood up! They silently drew short swords or daggers from their arms or boots, and stared at the thugs and undead creatures on the ground with expressionless faces.

It seemed that as long as Ron said a word, they would rise up like wolves and tear the enemies into pieces.

"This... Baka! What's going on?!"

The necromancer looked at his old friend in panic, only to find that this old friend who was best at turning strangers into acquaintances was even more panicked than himself. The sharp knife in his hand was a little unstable and trembling.

"I, I don't know! Didn't you ask me to deal with them?!"

"Damn it!"

Henry cursed angrily and pulled up his old friend's arm. The two of them disappeared from the spot in an instant and appeared at the door.

Ron's eyes flashed with blue light, but the spell counterattack still failed to stop the more powerful teleportation array.

"Boy, do you think you can control me with this? You're dreaming - Death Cloud Spell!"

As the necromancer chanted, a group of yellow-green poisonous fog with a radius of more than six meters rolled and spread in the restaurant. When Ron tried to resolve this indiscriminate attack with magic, the restaurant thugs who were not protected by protective spells fell into a pool of blood with blood flowing from their seven orifices one after another.

The poisonous fog created by this magic is not comparable to ordinary alchemical drugs. Even if the creature holds its breath or does not need to breathe, it will still be affected. Without the help of priests or other spellcasters, ordinary creatures trapped in it will be doomed.

"He will kill his own people when he goes crazy!" The goblin hunter was lit up with a sacred emerald light, "Ron, hurry! They are about to run away!"

"Don't worry, he can't run far," Ron stirred up strong winds in the restaurant, gathering the Death Cloud to an empty corner. Victoria's chanting caused the stone part of that corner to sink several meters deep. Because the fog of the Death Cloud was heavier than air, it seeped into the ground in less than a moment.

Only some of the restaurant thugs present, and even some of the helpers from Sridra, must have fallen to the ground and could never wake up again.

"Sacrifice is necessary. The spellcaster's spells are limited. If he dares to do this, he will not have the capital to fight to the death with us later." The halfling butler did not seem to have any regrets about the death of the people he found. He jumped onto the belly of a corpse and looked up at Ron.

"I don't think you seem to be in a hurry. Is the arrangement behind enough to prevent him from escaping back to his own wizard tower?"

"I am sure of this," Ron nodded, "These people are carefully selected by you, right?"

"They are all rats in the stinking ditch, with no relatives or friends, and they have no tomorrow." Strider followed Ron's footsteps and walked out, "Don't worry, I won't bring anyone with other use value - Master Hendricks still has interests in it."

Here Ron and others followed the necromancer's escape route as if strolling in the garden, but Henry and Baka were not so relaxed.

"Still not working!" Baka looked at his wizard friend in panic. He took out a scroll from his pocket again, but when he tore it open, a blue light flashed and the spell failed again.

"No! There must be a spellcaster lurking around here!" The necromancer panted and said hatefully, "We have to run farther!"

"Damn it, where is that hidden spellcaster? How did it know what spell I was going to use!"

The necromancer and his butcher friend fled along the deserted street. He occasionally threw some arcane spells such as fireball or darkness around, but no one stopped him. But once the few remaining teleport spells were taken out, there would inevitably be a spell counterattack on him - running on two legs like this, the short distance from the restaurant to the wizard tower was enough for them to die several times!

"If they ambush a few killers here, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the two of us -"

Just when Henry Robertson stopped to take a breath, a window next to him opened, and two figures, one black and one white, came out of the window. The two killers were not polite, and their sharp weapons fell on the various vital parts of the two people.

"Fear spell!"

A changing shadow immediately appeared in front of the necromancer. The two killers saw the things they were most afraid of in their lives. The sudden strong fear made one of the black-clothed people drop his weapon instantly, and the other killer was also affected by the arcane after a brief confrontation with Baka. After dodging several rays of Henry, he pulled his companion away forcefully.

"Go!"

Without caring about the pursuit, Henry and Baka, the two brothers in distress, supported each other and quickly left this place of trouble. However, perhaps the fight just now exposed their whereabouts, and a patrol team happened to block their way at a fork in the road.

"Baka! We received a report that your restaurant is suspected to be related to several disappearances. We need you to come with us now!"

"And you, Mr. Henry! You have only been out for a few days and you are releasing high-level arcane magic in the city again? Do you have any attachment to the Sheriff's Office? Come on, please stay with Mr. Baka for a while!"