Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Everyone's eyes were focused on the big devil.

"So I hate you hypocritical golden dragons," Gracia rolled her eyes. As she waved her palms, the remaining part of Farama appeared out of thin air, returning to Farama's body like a tired bird returning to its nest. "You know I don’t know, how much more will it cost me if you say more words?”

"All you have to pay is the price you have agreed on a long time ago," Jin Long snorted, "So to be precise, what you are doing is just trying to pay less."

"So... you could actually take her away by yourself?!" Ron looked at Gracia in shock, and for a moment he didn't know what to say, "Then why do you still..."

"Without this first time, would you have easily sold Yuan Yin to me?" Gracia pretended to be indifferent and fiddled with her nails, "The so-called transaction is only called a transaction if it comes and goes. If I don't give you some money first, Sweetness, how can I get what I want later?”

"Besides, she is not actually my ultimate goal - as long as the creatures related to the abyss that sealed her are still there, it will always be difficult for this land of hell to intervene. Look at what you have done: instigate rebellion I killed a foul demon and two powerful demons hiding in the deepest part. If I took action, I would definitely make a big fuss, but it's completely different if you come."

"It's just that it's always good to pay less, but it's a pity that this big lizard has messed it up. No wonder Tiamat hates you so much."

"Looking at all the planes, I don't know anyone who doesn't hate it."

"Even Him, there are always times when his mood is a little stable," Gracia shrugged, "Well, it seems that my little plan was shattered by your big and stupid dragon friend, but you are indeed I didn’t get a complete body, right? So I still have to calculate the reward as an incomplete body.”

"Ah, yes, yes, you said so." Ron agreed, nodding gratefully to the golden dragon. This real dragon, whose first impression was not his at first, was really helpful today.

"Okay, originally I was going to give you a legendary item, but you didn't complete the task completely, so I have to think about what to give you," Gracia said casually. A promise that he had no intention of fulfilling, "How about... this?"

The Archduke of Purgatory waved her hand, and the blood that shot out from the demon lord's palm that she had cut open before gathered again from the ground and rose into the air, turning into blood droplets the size of half a fist. The unpredictable green and red flames burned the small amount of liquid, and finally the blood fell on the palm of the Devil Archduke and turned into a piece the size of a fingernail.

It looks like a small piece of obsidian, without any characteristics of blood, but it does not have the aura of plague and death like the projection of Orcus.

"This is……"

"The essence of the demon lord, this is a really good thing, not to mention that it comes from the famous Orcus and was extracted by me." Gracia chuckled, "Believe me, its value can be... The miser Mammon will work for you.”

"This friend of yours is a planeswalker, right? You can ask him how precious a drop of essence like this is."

Seeing Ron looking at him, Masarino smiled bitterly: "Well...actually I have never seen anyone selling demon blood with such purity, so I can't give an exact value."

"But I can give you some reference: Some casters or enchanters will buy the plasma of ordinary demons as raw materials at a high price ranging from hundreds to nearly ten thousand gold coins per bottle. In the Sigil City of the City of Gates, a Barlow A small bottle of Balrog's unrefined blood was sold for a high price of seven figures."

"In this case, wouldn't all those demons be rich men?" Driver counted the seven digits on his fingers for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Gold coins don't mean much to the vast majority of demons and demons. Soul coins are a harder currency." Gracia dismissed the goblin's money-seeking attitude, "Losing this kind of money that can be used as a variety of The essence and blood of the material will make even high-level demons weak for a while - becoming weak in the abyss of chaos? "

"He will die quickly," Masarino nodded. "Unless he is so poor that he will starve to death, even a beggar in the abyss will not choose to sell blood for money."

"So, this refined blood essence of the demon lord..." Ron stared at the obsidian in Gracia's palm, which seemed to be able to swallow all the surrounding light.

"I'm not your commentator," Gracia smirked. The obsidian in her hand turned into a black light and sank into Ron's alchemy backpack. "It's best if you ruin it, so that you can come." Please give me another drop."

"I can't believe I'm so lucky and have a second chance," Ron smiled and shook his head, "Anyway, thank you for your generosity. When you wanted to lower the price, I thought you would - "

"Such a tiny amount of blood and essence can't accomplish anything. You think I'm being generous just because you're just a young mortal who has never seen the big world." Gracia sneered and casually dissolved a contract into nothing. , "But it is indeed precious enough. Even ten thousand years later, your descendants can use this to brag about the great achievements of their ancestors - they once injured a demon lord and returned the whole body to collect the blood essence."

"I won't use real rubbish to deal with you. If we really lose the Abyssal Silver Mine here, Zariel will definitely fight me hard."

"Speaking of the Abyssal Silver Mine..." Ron has not forgotten his companions who are still fighting. "I may still need your help. A death knight is ravaging my territory. Although Kaoga is strong, I'm afraid he can't Completely destroy it."

"To untie the bell, you must tie the bell. The death knight exists in a very special way. Even I can't stop him." Gracia was less interested in this, and a magic circle lit up at her feet. She was about to leave, "But it doesn't matter. The final credit will still fall on me anyway. You just need to wait for the person who can solve the problem to wake up."

"But compared to this," the little princess of hell laughed maliciously, "you should be more worried about the lich. Don't forget that these guys are not easy to die. They have life boxes, and that guy's life There is a high probability that the box is not in the fantasy land.”

"Hiss--" Speaking of this, Ron only felt a toothache. The lich enslaved a group of orcs and centaurs on the way here. Its lair must not be in the fantasy land. If you want to find it, you have to go all the way.

If they are not afraid of thieves, they are afraid of being missed. This lich will probably cause them a lot of trouble in the future...

"Click" In a well-guarded secret cave one hundred and eighty thousand miles away from the place of delusion, an inconspicuous black box suddenly trembled, and dark purple flickering dust emerged from the box, regrouping into He got a new body, but this body was shriveled and thin, as if it had spent hundreds of years.

"Hateful..." The hoarse voice of the descendant of the Farama Kingdom came out from the body, "That bastard is just an unknown person! Why can he let an adult golden dragon or even the devil archduke help him?!"

"Hateful, hateful, hateful!" His face was distorted, and the endless hatred turned into reality, causing the surrounding vegetation to wither.

"But it doesn't matter." After venting his emotions, he panted and sat down. The two dots of light in his eyes were sinister and vicious. "I still have a lot of time, a lot of time. I could keep wasting it with you. I don't believe it. They can stay with a thief!"

"They really can't." Just when the Lich was furious, an old and distant voice suddenly sounded behind him, "So I decided to perform my duties a little more seriously."

"Who?!" The Lich jumped up in horror. He had never thought that someone could sneak into the deepest part of his secret base silently! Who on earth can have such ability?

The Lich noticed with astonishment that the being in front of him had a half-goat, half-human body that was almost exactly the same as his patron. His whole body exuded the aura of plague and death, but his size was much smaller than the projection of the undead devil. The size of an ordinary humanoid.

But he can conclude that this existence is definitely not his master!

"Who am I?" The rotten ram's head exuded gray mist. He paused, as if thinking, "I'm not very good at introducing myself, but as an undead creature and a spellcaster, Maybe you can call me the funeral of all things, or the one who ends the law."

"Your magic was a mistake, as was your existence, and it's time for this to end."

"Come with me."