Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Giant sword, black mist..." Ron and his companions were all startled when they heard this description, with Sera and Ivy reacting the most intensely.

As two people who had faced off against the death knight with real swords and guns, no one knew the horror of that existence better than them.

"Didn't I say before that those things would only stay near the monument?!" Sera swung her sword vigorously, and the Grip of the Canglan plowed out a dark red open space among the orcs, "How did it get here!"

"This place is not close to the monument, not to mention that most of the undead creatures are slow to move." The weapon in Victoria's hand could not defeat the undead creatures around her, but fortunately there were some Cambions and little devils fighting alongside her, nearby. The enemies were quickly wiped out, "Even if they can leave, the foul demon can no longer control them, and it will take a long time to appear here - how did they get here?"

"That foul demon! Remember those undead creatures under her village!" Dreyfudou suddenly remembered something, "Only she can mobilize those ghosts!"

"Datinas? She has signed a contract with my lord," Khaoga's cold gaze swept across the goblin hunter on the ground, "Are you questioning the authority of Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

"She also said before that the zombies on her side are already at the limit of what she can mobilize..." Ron frowned and turned to the Elf Archmage for help, "Jillianis, you know what Could the means lead to this?"

"If there is just a single death knight, teleportation can be achieved, but if you want to mobilize an entire army from a long distance...do these undead creatures have a casting group composed of high-level lichs and the like?"

"If that were the case, we wouldn't be alive now," Ivy looked up at the elf, "The high-level lichs you mentioned must at least be on par with me, right?"

"Weaker than me, no doubt," Gilenis snorted, "But it seems they don't even have this...The more likely scenario is that there is a teleportation array nearby that is connected to their original station—— Is there any?"

Ron and others, look at me and I look at you.

"Yes, there is." Ron looked a little weird, but he still unfolded the preface of the weaving method and showed Gilannis the map he had obtained before, "But you see, these five sealed places are independent of each other. There are ten teleportation arrays. Two by two, the teleportation array at the monument is hundreds of thousands of miles away from here."

"You actually got the map? It's interesting..." Gilenis immediately perked up, "It seems that Lord, you and I really get along well with each other - then can I assume that you also recorded these teleportation arrays? What’s the situation on the ground?”

Ron did not answer, but just turned the page of the preface to the weaving method, and drawings of every teleportation array he had come into contact with immediately appeared on it.

He had enchantment to learn, and these teleportation arrays were undoubtedly one of the best teaching materials. Ron could not miss the physical examples in front of him.

"It doesn't seem to be the work of the same group of people," the well-informed archmage soon came to the conclusion, "but the skill system is basically the same. If there is a scholar who is proficient in this area, he should be able to transfer different The magic circle is connected."

"Permanently changing the direction of the formation?"

"Impossible, it's just a one-time operation." The elf waved his hand, "These teleportation arrays themselves are not reliable enough, and they are in disrepair. It's lucky that they can still be used. Reconnecting can only be a one-time operation. Look. The nearest teleportation array is here in the canyon? Then it should be completely destroyed by now - together with the one originally connected to it. "

In other words, this kind of teleportation is not repeatable. One connection will cost four teleportation points, and ten teleportation arrays can only use this trick twice at most.

This really made everyone breathe a sigh of relief - if there was a steady stream of undead torrent behind the teleportation array, they would have no other choice but to pack up and flee.

"But in fact, even the current enemies are hard for you to resist, aren't they?" The Desire Demon poured a bucket of cold water on the mortals, "Just talking about that death knight, you can't compete with it, right?"

"Indeed, we have fought before and barely escaped with our lives," Ron sighed, "Ms. Caogha, you are a powerful devil, and you have assisted Archduke Mephistopheles in his experiments, so you should have some influence on the soul. There’s a lot of research, right?”

"'Assisted in experiments'?" The desire demon was so amused by Ron's statement, "I'm just an experiment, don't think too highly of me!"

"Besides, the operating principle of the Death Knight is quite complex. It cannot be clarified by just 'researching the soul,'" Gilenis said calmly. "At present, the more common way to stop the Death Knight is to stop it. Atoning for sin for eternal salvation.”

"Elf, you are kidding, right?" Khaogga raised his eyebrows, "The death knight is an undead creature. I don't know how long it has been dead! This one here has been dead for at least three hundred to four hundred years! Even if it had been The chance of atonement has now vanished!”

"Yes, so most death knights cannot be stopped," Gilenis did not deny this, "but I think-"

Before the Elf Archmage finished speaking, the ground began to tremble, and the hill giant roared from deep in his throat, trying his best to conceal the fear and fear deep in his heart.

The intelligence of the hill giant is limited, and he almost doesn't know how to write the word "fear". The reason why he reacted like this is more like a creature in a link of the food chain encountering a natural enemy.

This made the giant tremble instinctively.

"Tap, tap--" The heavy sound of horse hooves echoed in the streets that had just escaped the control of orcs and centaurs. The uniform friction of bones was like the background sound of the accompaniment, setting off the terror of the coach. Ron stood on the roof, and he saw a black cloud slowly marching towards this side from the outside of the town of New Green Swamp.

The sound of the marching of the undead army was like a death knell, and even the surrounding air was no longer on the side of the living. It tilted and pressed from all directions towards every living being who still needed to breathe.

"Gu--" Sera swallowed loudly, and the barbarian who had always been fearless began to sweat in his palms at this moment.

The goblins and dog-headed people were even more miserable. The brave ones were shaking all over as if they were struck by an electric current; the timid ones had already fallen to the ground, and it was hard to explain whether their pants were wet or dry.

"Fire, fireball?" Ampby looked at the dog-headed Moruo for help, but the dog-headed warlock couldn't even utter a complete sentence. His upper and lower teeth were knocking against each other frantically, and he couldn't make any other sound.