Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Stay away from me!"

Facing the reinforcements that suddenly dropped from the sky, Gilenis didn't feel happy at all. Her figure was like a butterfly, shuttling back and forth around the death knight. The sword condensed with arcane magic cut through the dense black mist around the death knight. There were many marks left on the armor.

At the beginning, Gilenis also tried to restrict the Death Knight's movements by severely injuring him. However, after the attempt failed, her strategy changed to focusing on harassment and containment, while delaying time and reducing losses as much as possible.

But what makes the Elf Archmage feel strange is that with the arrival of Ron and his reinforcements, the death knight's movements have obviously become sluggish - could it be the pressure of the golden dragon?

No, it won't. The strength of this death knight may even be higher than that of an adult golden dragon. An existence that cannot be killed easily has no reason to be afraid of a real dragon.

As for the old mage? Gilenise's brows wrinkled imperceptibly - a boring human being, it would be nice if he didn't cause trouble.

Could it be that woman?

The elf's eyes fell on Falama. When this woman who made her feel very uncomfortable approached, Gilenis could clearly feel that the death knight was actually flinching!

Gilenis was not the only one to feel the changes in the Death Knight. Almost everyone present who was familiar with the battle clearly noticed the sudden change of this powerful undead creature.

"Ha, our reinforcements have arrived!" Seeing Ron descending from the sky riding a golden dragon, Sera's eyes burst with joy, "It's time to start the counterattack!"

"Don't worry," Ivy held back her reckless and savage companion, "Didn't you see our 'administrative consultant'? She walked up alone!"

"The death knight was originally guarding her seal, and Ron hasn't stopped her now. I think there must be some connection."

"How can this be related? I think she just wants her own revenge..." Sera wrinkled her nose, but still retracted her steps to charge forward.

At this time, the town of New Green Swamp was almost in ruins. A large number of undead creatures were wiped out by everyone, leaving only the death knight who had lost his mount and was fighting with Gilenis. But when Falama slowly walked toward the tall warrior, the battle, which would be inconclusive for a while, both sides stopped in unison, waiting for the defenseless queen to approach.

Under the death knight's thick visor, a sound other than a war cry sounded for the first time, but its mouth seemed to have phlegm in it, making the sound so unclear that it sounded Almost like whimpering.

From Farama's point of view, it did have a reason to cry, especially after its own arrival.

When she walked to the death knight, who was only three or five steps away, the death knight could easily launch a ferocious attack on her at this distance. However, he did not do so. With the roar of the armor, the knight slowly lowered his body. Sword and Shield, lowered his head, knelt down on one knee and saluted Falama.

"Sure enough, it's you, Charlie." Farama's voice contained a hint of sullenness, and her accusing eyes stared at the two red lights on the knight's faceplate that were so weak that they were almost unobservable, "You are actually still alive, with such a Way."

The death knight spoke a language that no one could understand except Falama. He was explaining his past in the language of his former homeland.

"To protect me? What a shame, Sir Charles." Farama listened quietly, and finally sneered. "The way you are loyal to me is to fight back against me after you know that the situation is over, and then fight for me." Guarding the mausoleum? This is such great loyalty!”

Farama no longer communicates with her in common language. The dialect of Farama Kingdom is like a rapid fire. Although Ron and others can't understand what she is saying at all, looking at the status of both parties, this communication comes from hundreds of years ago. It was obvious that the reprimand from the old superior would not be too gentle.

"Tell me Charlie, where are those bastards under your command? Like you, they turned into these armored cans like walking zombies after betraying me?"

The scolding lasted for nearly half an hour. The thirsty Farama finally seemed to be tired, and all her accumulated emotions were almost vented. She tilted her head slightly, waiting for the death knight's reply.

To her surprise, her former head of the Order made a cutting gesture.

"You killed them all because they wanted to blaspheme my -" Farama choked and rolled her eyes at the death knight's explanation, "These ungrateful, undercooked wolf cubs!"

The furious queen finally calmed down: "Compared to them, you are indeed the better one...Okay Charlie, although I still have a disdainful attitude towards your intelligence, I understand your position and dilemma. : Although this is not the reason why you chose between your charming lover and your loyal master, and finally chose to betray both parties at the same time, but look at you now, you once wanted to have everything, but in the end you only had it. Getting the least wanted results in the least wanted ways.”

"You fell because you participated in my murder, and were killed by your lover. You will live forever as an undead soul who cannot rest in peace."

"But after so many years as a jailer, it seems that you have figured it out." Falama walked up to the death knight and looked at the former subject who was kneeling down as high as himself. "Take off your helmet, let me Let’s see what time has changed into the jazz that I once relied on most.”

When the Death Knight raised his hands and took off his helmet, everyone, including Ron, stretched their necks to get a closer look, but the golden dragon wings blocked their view; "The Death Knight's gaze is by no means a blessing. "

After all, Ron didn't have the opportunity to look at the death knight's true face - or rather his remains - and could only hear Farama's tired and long sigh.

"Put it on."

The last queen of Falama raised her hand and signaled the burly knight to stand up: "Charlie, I don't want to say that I forgive you. The pain of being torn apart but unable to die is far beyond what your atonement can make up for. My country has been erased from history. Go, my subjects are alienated from me, my body and soul have to be dedicated to purgatory, and the conspiracy against me has not stopped until recently... You are one of the initiators of all these consequences, and your sins will always be remembered. ”

"But, I want to say but," the Queen stretched her limbs and twisted her neck, "Look at me now, I am still alive, my limbs are sound and intact, and I will live. After leaving behind the person named Queen, I am still alive. To live forever behind the yoke and live for other goals, in terms of results, you have achieved one of the two endings you wanted, haven't you?"

"Don't say but," Farama interrupted the death knight's whimpering, "I am standing here alive now, and you have become such a virtuous person because of your betrayal. You have received the punishment you deserve. It is your responsibility. It's almost done, you should understand, Sir Charlie, if you want to completely pay for your sins and get my forgiveness, there is only one last thing left for you to do-"

Falama turned around and stopped looking at him. From the perspective of Ron and others, the death knight suddenly raised his giant sword and plunged it into his chest!

Black fly ash rose in the wind behind the queen who was no longer a queen, and all sins were dissipated in the wind. The soul of this knight who had wandered for hundreds of years under the monument of Delusion Land, its former monarch. , finally found eternal rest at this moment. At the place where the death knight disappeared, only a set of saddles from purgatory were left, quietly waiting for its next owner to pick it up and saddle it to a new nightmare.