Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Henry's face turned green - he knew this bastard, and it was him who colluded with Ron to release him!

How could there be such a coincidence in the world? This must be another trick they have worked together!

"Get out of my way!" Henry shouted, and hail as hard as rocks hit the ground heavily in front of him. Even if these guards were protected by armor, they could not avoid being injured. For a while, the streets were crying for their parents. The two took advantage of the chaos to knock down several guards and ran away.

"How dare you resist arrest violently?! Chase me!" The official's shout came from behind, and Henry couldn't help but sneer with disdain.

Arrest? His lair is in front. As long as you enter the wizard tower and lock the door, what can you do to me even if you have thousands of troops?

The only thing he had to worry about was that his spells were almost exhausted. If there was anyone blocking him in front of him...

The Mage Tower was within reach. Henry was sure that he could enter the tower directly with just one leap, and no one could stop him.

And even here, he could manipulate his own nest to fight back with mechanisms and traps. It could be said that he was almost invincible.

The necromancer, who finally felt safe, turned around with a heavy breath, looking at the street behind him where there was not even a ghost, his eyes and heart were full of doubts.

"The street is so quiet..."

He majored in the School of Necromancer. If the street was as bustling as usual, he would not need to be so embarrassed. He could transform all the corpses that were not yet dead into his own power and confront the young boy head-on.

However... there were no pedestrians on the street today?

"Maybe it's because they all received a notice in advance: if you don't want to die, don't go out during this time."

Baka quietly clenched the sharp knife in his hand and walked behind Henry Robertson. He was also a little out of breath, but compared to the magician, he was obviously much stronger in physical fitness because he knew how to "be a human being".

"Notification?" Henry was startled. He turned around, but was knocked to the ground by his old friend's big belly. "Baka, you-"

"This is a game. The organizer believes that meat will only become delicious after being extremely frightened." Baka's tone was a little sad. He waved the knife in his hand, and the sunset reflected by the sharp blade painted an especially ugly makeup on Henry's stunned face.

"I don't agree with this point of view, but they are customers, and I have to meet their needs."

"But we have been friends for many years!" Henry almost roared out. He couldn't believe that his few, or even only, friends had betrayed him. "What did they give you to make you do this!"

"Aren't we friends? Aren't we confidants? Aren't we, aren't we accomplices?!"

"Yes, yes, yes," the necromancer asked a question and got an immediate reply from Baka. The butcher, who had killed countless people and lived countless lives, became more and more frustrated. "Listen, old friend, I can't help it."

"They said that I might not be your accomplice in the future. And..."

"Can they whitewash you? You believe this nonsense!" Henry was stunned, "I thought you were a genius!"

"Listen to me, and!" Baka said rudely Henry, who was struggling to get up and run back to the Mage Tower, was pushed to the ground again. "Besides, I can't refuse the person who came to persuade me. I believe she has enough goodwill towards me, just as she has enough malice towards you."

"She? Sylvia?" The necromancer was not so surprised by this. "I knew that the little bitch was hooking up with the lord of the delusion land!"

"But Baka, didn't I tell you?"

Henry Robertson calmed down and showed a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth: "I can't only become powerful in the Mage Tower, even here!"

"You are now under the coverage of my firepower! Let me go and get out immediately, otherwise I will turn you into the steak you are best at making!"

"This is impossible, my friend, you are not good at cooking at all." Baka had no fear of him, which made Henry extremely confused-the other party knew everything about him, why would he be so reckless?

But he didn't have much time. Baka's big hands grabbed his throat and slowly tightened. If he didn't act, he would probably become the first magician to die in front of his own magician tower!

But?

Henry, with veins popping out of his forehead, looked at Baka's sad expression in despair - where are his traps? Where are his mechanisms? Where are his arcane spells? !

Why didn't any of them react! They were clearly exploding that night!

"Enough, Uncle Baka."

Just when Henry thought he was about to be strangled to death, a cold female voice that he least wanted to hear broke into his eardrums like a heavenly sound.

Baka obediently let go, picked up Henry, who was only half dead, and turned to look at the person who came: "Okay, niece Sylvia."

"Sylvia." The necromancer's eyes almost bulged out of his eye sockets, and the lack of oxygen in his brain made him unable to even remember whether he should hate her or hug her and kiss her fiercely.

The slave and apprentice who escaped from him now returned to him. She was wearing a gorgeous and expensive dress, and with the natural temperament of the vampire, she looked like a dignified noble girl. She held a bunch of keys in her hand. Henry vaguely remembered that this was the one he left at the Sheriff's Office. He went to ask for it several times these days, but was given various excuses. It turned out that she had taken it away.

No wonder all the arrangements of his magic tower were ineffective. This apprentice had worked here for many years, and he must have been familiar with these designs.

"Long time no see, 'teacher'," the cold palm of the vampire brushed across the cheek of the necromancer, making the old man a little sober, "I once said that I swear in the name of the goddess that I will definitely take revenge on you. I'm back now."

"You are just a female who barks at the master——" Henry grimaced in pain. Sylvia's touch just now was not cheap. The touch of the vampire absorbed his life, and the skin that was touched was like being scraped by a blade.

"Let me guess, how many times did you have sex with your mistress to make him go through all this trouble to help you vent your anger?"

"When you were here with me, I didn't touch you at all!"

"Yeah," Sylvia sneered, "Let me think, what touched me when I was here with you? Undead creatures? Strong acids and alkalis? Or those disgusting corpse oils and rusty blade needles?"

"And unfortunately, you are wrong," the vampire mage looked around, "In order to return all this torture to you intact, I will not Mind sending it up yourself, what a pity, it doesn't even require this level of effort. "

Sylvia seemed to have a little smile on her face, but it quickly disappeared: "But what's the point of me telling you, an old man who is about to die, about these things? I don't know if you still remember how you threatened me the last time you caught me?"

"I will sell you to those citizens' homes, let you rot completely and feed the dogs!" Henry Robertson was restrained by Baka at this moment, and he had no power to fight back, so he could only show off his verbal advantage.

"Well said," Sylvia was not annoyed. She looked at the sky that was gradually getting dark, raised the scepter in her hand that Henry had never seen before, and gently paused on the ground, "I said I would take revenge for everything, so let's start from here."

Dozens of huge dogs with black fur and anthropomorphic faces roared out from the black mist emanating from the scepter, staring maliciously at the trembling necromancer.

"Children, dinner is ready. "