Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

The whistling of the Siren Song covered the cry of the egret statue. Under the cover of the discordant sound, the bronze statue turned into a blue and red lightning, cutting through the turbulence caused by the gargoyles, and rushed straight to the huge gargoyle that was affected by the crossbow but still tried to escape from the battle.

Although the body of the gargoyle was not ordinary, this statue was probably also of some origin. Under the conflicting attack, the gargoyle let out a painful roar, and its entire lower body was pierced by the beak of the high-speed egret, but this actually accelerated its flying speed. The crossbow in Ron's hand had not stopped whistling, and the gargoyle, which was still only half of its body, had disappeared into the sky.

Seeing that their leader had escaped, the other gargoyles no longer lingered in the fight and took off to escape, but their strength was much weaker than that of the huge gargoyle. Ron's team, in anger, would not give them any chance to escape. Explosions and shouts followed one after another, and the fragments of the gargoyles almost covered the entire village.

"Sylvia!" Victoria was furious, and she smashed the hammer in her hand heavily on the ground. The sacred fire burned the surrounding soil and even the masonry structure black. She looked to the side with a bad face. The demons and mortals who had thought the crisis was over and were looking out of their shelters were terrified and quickly closed the doors and windows again.

"Thank you for helping the village regain peace," the worm slowly came over, her hands crossed in front of her, thanking Ron and the others, "I'm very sorry for what happened to my companions..."

"Shut up! You evil demon!" Victoria's eyes were red with anger, and she charged at the worms, "If it weren't for you, how could Sylvia be abducted by them?!"

"You will pay the price for this!"

"Enough, Victoria!" Ron signaled Ivy and Quest to stop the priest who was almost crazy with anger, "We don't have time to mess with them! We must get her back immediately!"

"I'm very sorry for what happened to my companions," Facing the death threat of the priest, the worm The demon didn't seem to have any fear. Even if the half-elf and tiefling didn't stop her, the demon wouldn't make any escape or resistance. She even insisted on finishing her words, "According to the agreement just now, we will provide you with enough dry food for a few days."

"In addition, Mr. Ron, I feel some unusual breath from you, the breath from the abyss, can you explain it?"

The foul moth paused for a moment: "Maybe, I can help you."

"Sorry, I lost my composure." With the intervention of her companions, the priest gradually calmed down. She looked at the foul moth with hatred in her eyes, but she put down her weapon and was not ready to continue attacking for the time being.

"Is that what you're talking about?" Ron was slightly stunned by what the filthy moth said. After thinking for a moment, he took out the blood essence of the demon lord that looked like obsidian. "Some time ago, Gracia gave it to me as a reward."

"Her Highness must have her considerations," the filthy moth carefully felt the blood essence crystal in Ron's hand, and shook his head regretfully, "I'm sorry, I don't have the ability to do anything about it. Your Highness's power is far beyond my imagination, but..."

The demon who defected to Purgatory had some doubts in his tone: "There seems to be some kind of triggering device hidden in the blood essence. I can't interpret the timing of the trigger... Sorry."

Her frail body shook slightly, and she immediately closed her mouth and stopped talking about this topic.

The companion was inexplicably abducted by a gargoyle. Neither Ron nor the others had the interest to play dumb with the filthy moth. After receiving some of the food contributed by the villagers with trepidation, the team immediately set out and rushed to the giant eagle's nest occupied by the gargoyle mentioned by the filthy moth.

The weather in the mountains was good, and it was a good time for a forced march. Ron's magic gave everyone extraordinary athletic ability, which allowed them to move quickly while maintaining their physical strength. Perhaps this still couldn't catch up with the flying speed of the gargoyles, but it wouldn't be much slower.

"Ga! Ga! Manor, manor! Ga!"

The bronze heron statue hovered over the team's head, making shrill and strange cries from time to time. It spoke the common language, but it was extremely creepy due to its inaccurate pronunciation.

"Can you make it shut up?" Shadow Spirit sighed, "Although I know you just got this thing, it just obeyed your instructions, so it should be able to do it now, right?"

"Majestic (Garden)!" The heron looked down at Shadow Spirit with blood-red eyes, and there seemed to be some dissatisfaction in its cry.

"It seems that there is no hope, Ron can't control it at all." Driver muttered, he didn't think the statue was noisy, the life of the goblins was much more "lively" than this.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." Victoria walked in the second place of the team in a daze, following Ivy's footsteps step by step, "I ignored Heim's warning, I failed to fulfill my duties, I-"

"If you continue like this, you will only get further and further away from Him," Ivy stopped and let Victoria stumble and hit her back, "Victoria, wake up, it's not your fault that Sylvia was captured."

"Or rather, it's not just your fault," Quest said, "I knocked that guy away, and its original target was Yelena. No one understands why it suddenly attacked Sylvia and even wanted to kidnap her. This is unreasonable in itself."

"What does it have to do with me--" Yelena opened her mouth to refute, but under the accusing eyes of the others, Shadow Spirit shrank her neck, "Yes, I was the first to reveal the flaw, and I am also responsible."

"Victoria, you are a very important companion of ours. If you are so depressed because of a negligence, you will only see us being captured or even killed one after another in the future," Ron patted the priest's shoulder, "Tell me, do you really want this?"

"Or do you hope that we will slow down because of you, and finally we will never be able to save Sylvia again? Now is not the time to repent."

"...You are right," Victoria blinked and looked up at her companions, "You are right, Ron, now is not the time to repent."

"Sorry, I just... let's speed up, maybe it's not too late now."

When the priest was no longer depressed, the team did move much faster, but even so, when Ron and others were almost climbing to the top of the mountain, a huge black shadow blocked the sunlight above their heads.

The birds' cries carried a warning tone. The bronze heron statue somehow landed on Ron's shoulder, shrinking his neck and not daring to respond.

However, this did not mean that there was no one in the team who could understand the "true bird language". The cries of these others who could only judge the emotions were clear to the ears of the goblin hunters:

"We just took back my home! Don't think about taking it away from us again!"