Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"You..."

Scythe's unshaven face was still full of disbelief, but no one knew that his astonishment did not come entirely from Seymour's ability to defeat him, but more from Seymour's enchanted dagger.

"You are just a runaway slave! How can you have such power?!" The wounded orc growled, "You are a thing that only deserves to live in the gutter!"

"It's the Underdark. Although I don't like that place either, it's too much to call it that," Seymour raised the dagger again, "But forget it, after all, what qualifications does a dead man have--"

Symour's voice stopped abruptly, he widened his eyes and looked down at his wrist. A big hand of the orc held his wrist tightly, preventing the dagger from falling.

But that's not all. Drow found in disbelief that a series of arcs flashed on Scythe's hand!

"Electric claw?! Seymour, be careful!"

A scorching ray shot out from Sylvia's cane, and then she warned him. However, even with such a quick reaction, Seymour could not escape unscathed.

Zhoer groaned, and his entire right hand and forearm were charred black by the electricity. If it weren't for Sylvia's spell that forced Scythe to let go, Victoria would have to use resurrection to save him.

But the scorching ray of the vampire didn't hit Scythe in the end. A figure with long silver hair appeared from the ether and stood in front of Scythe. She stretched out her hand, and a barrier rose in front of her, eliminating the arcane magic invisibly.

Before the other party could speak, Ron put on an arrow - the kind that was not suitable for a short bow.

"Dear guests, please wait -" Before the silver-haired man finished speaking, the bow and arrow in Ron's hand made a dangerous clanging sound!

"Protect from the flames!"

The flame element raged across the entire area in an instant. Ron's team had experience and was able to survive under the protection of Victoria and Ivy. However, Scythe and the silver-haired man who suddenly appeared and rescued him were not so lucky and were submerged in the terrifying chain explosions.

"Thank you, benefactor!" Seymour smiled bitterly and hid beside Ron. He was almost exposed to the explosion range just now.

"Stop talking nonsense next time!" Ron rolled his eyes, "Where is the strong acid gem? Is it still on you?"

"Here with me."

A powerful arcane energy surged in the mine and the surrounding area, and the silver-haired man's long hair fluttered, floating in front of everyone. She was unscathed, and even the corners of her clothes were not wrinkled. The terrifying explosion caused by Ron's newly developed arrowhead was so easily resolved by her.

However, it was not that there was no casualties at all - Scythe, the half-orc instructor was abandoned when he needed protection the most. Ron could not even find his complete body. Only the pair of big feet left there vaguely reminded him that there was a creature here.

And it was at this time that Ron had the time to look up and down at the silver-haired creature that blocked his way.

This was a female elf with long silver hair and lake blue eyes. Since elves usually start to age when they are on the verge of death, she is still in the stage of youth and beauty. Her skin is smooth, white and elastic, and she is very well maintained.

Judging from the white robe she was wearing, she should be a magician or something like that, but from her right shoulder to her right hand, she was covered with armor made of mithril, and there was even a lion head carved on her shoulder, which made her look a bit out of place.

At this moment, she was holding a gem in her left hand, which was the strong acid gem.

"You're pretty good," the moon-elf-like woman looked up at Ron, her porcelain-like face showing no emotion, "Your idea is pretty good, even I didn't have time to make a judgment and give the orc the right protection."

Her first reaction was to use the sickle to block the arrow, but she didn't expect that the arrow was just a carrier. When she found out, it was too late to cast a spell.

"I've lived for five or six hundred years, and this is the second time that someone I want to protect has died in front of me," the elf approached Ron step by step. Ivy Shield wanted to stop her, but for some reason she was forced to retreat step by step. "You're pretty good, human."

"You're... the person Seymour and the others met that day was you?" Ron looked at the other person warily. He tried to summon the weaving preface, but the spell book left Ron's side as soon as it appeared and turned to the elf's arms!

"It's me."

"The Weaving Preface resisted my orders that day, and now you can steal it directly?"

The moon elf sneered: "This is my spellbook, you are the thief, aren't you?"

"As for this drow, you killed people in my territory, don't you allow the lord to intervene!"

Ron was stunned. If the information he knew was correct, the Weaving Preface had only one former owner, so--

"You are!"

The chief wizard Gillianis Galanold? ! But how could she appear here?

"You are the remnant of Hailan!" Before Ron could reveal the other party's real name, Ivy had already swung her shield and smashed it, "There is indeed a mastermind behind the group of Mindatis!"

"You dare to appear in front of us openly?"

As soon as Ivy said this, almost all of Ron's companions immediately moved and surrounded the moon elf. Quest, who was usually laughing and joking, was even one of the most radical ones. At this moment, he almost used all his strength, and the whole person kept shuttling in the shadows. The long stick in his hand was like a python coming out of a hole, twisting towards the opponent's lower three roads!

Seeing this situation, Ron naturally couldn't stay out of it, but his spell book turned against him in front of the formation, which greatly reduced his efficiency in casting spells. Fortunately, as a wizard, Ron always carried a lot of materials and items such as alchemical potions and magic scrolls, which could also cause some trouble to the elves from time to time.

However, this elf should be the one Ron thought of. Although her current strength is completely unequal to her previous status, even if she only released some not-so-profound spells, she could also fight against everyone on Ron's side!

"I recognize this sword, the Grasp of the Blue Wave," the greatsword in Sera's hand brushed the elf's hair, but failed to hurt her hair, "Although that warrior was a slave, I still left him a place in my memory."

"As for you, Yelena," the elf raised his right hand and grabbed the end of the thorn chain in the shadow spirit's hand, "Carolina paid you money, not for you to attack me."

"Sorry, the contract expired a long time ago!" The thorn chain in Yelena's hand suddenly dissipated, and a new weapon condensed from her hand again, "Old witch, I am on Ron's side now!"