Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

The bloodthirsty bronze egret statue also tried to make a profit from this premeditated massacre. Although it looked like a water bird, its body was made of bronze. When it first came into contact with the stream full of dangerous currents, it let out a scream that overwhelmed the jackals and sank quickly.

If Ron hadn't remembered to pick it up after the battle, the statue would have had to rely on the water to return to the manor it longed for.

"A few of them ran away from the other side," Victoria smashed the belly of a jackal with the tip of the kite-shaped shield, "I wonder if they will go looking for reinforcements."

"The premise is that they must have reinforcements. I think the one I shot dead should be their leader," said Driver, "and the jackals here were completely wiped out. Assuming they really have reinforcements, if they are smart enough, they will not come here."

"The water is polluted by the dirty blood of the jackals," Yelena looked at the freshwater fish on the water with regret, "otherwise, we can at least Harvest a few more rations. "

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"Now is not the time to fish, let's leave here quickly, the smell of blood will soon attract other things," Ron had no nostalgia for his fruitful results of electrofishing, "According to the map written on the mountain, combined with the proportion of the distance we have walked, we have to find a safe place to rest for a night."

No one wants to rest halfway at this juncture, but considering the strength of those gargoyles, if you don't want to be wiped out in their nest, sufficient energy and physical strength are essential.

Downstream, as the stream beside you gradually becomes winding, the surrounding scenery gradually begins to reveal an unusual side.

Under the setting sun, the dry trees are coated with golden red afterglow, the sparse vegetation is like the twisted limbs of zombie skeletons, and the dense areas are occasionally moving. The tree people and dead branch monsters move their bodies cautiously, tracking this group of people who have no scruples and go deep into the hinterland.

"Souls are beginning to drift around," Yelena licked her lips, "This place is not too far from the cemetery, we can rest here for a night, so we can arrive tomorrow morning."

"Elemental creatures don't care about day and night," Victoria disagreed with the proposal, "It's still early now, and since the distance is very close, we should act as soon as possible!"

"Wait until tomorrow, Sylvia might be--"

"Elemental creatures are not affected, but undead creatures are," Shadow Spirit shrugged, "I'm just suggesting it. In fact, compared to day, night is my home ground."

"That's not a coincidence, I also prefer night," Quest chuckled, and Driver followed closely to echo.

"I have no problem," Ivy stopped and turned to look at Ron, "One of us doesn't have dark vision - are you okay?"

"Just because I don't have it doesn't mean I can't have it," Ron wiped his hands and began to cast a spell on his eyes, "I actually suggested a safer approach, but since everyone agrees to resolve this matter as soon as possible, let's do it."

Ron moved the quiver containing special arrows to a position where it was easier to draw. Fortunately, he no longer had to rely entirely on spellcasting to ensure his survival. As long as he was not facing an opponent who was too powerful, he still had the means to deal with it.

And even if the spells were really exhausted...Ron reached into the alchemy backpack, where there was a scroll given to him by a dwarf dean, which could ensure that he had combat capabilities that were not inferior to any experienced warrior for a period of time.

With the help of dark vision, the team's progress was not affected at all, and the ambushers hiding in the woods were clearly visible, even more obvious than in the daytime. Perhaps noticing this, the ambushers hid further away and no longer showed signs of being ready to attack at any time.

When a crescent moon rose into the sky, Ron and his team finally arrived at the cemetery mentioned by the giant eagles. The rusty and broken gate fell to the side, covered by moss and weeds. The front of the team was empty. This cemetery, which may have been unattended for hundreds of years, seemed to be inviting them to enter.

Ron and his team each drew their weapons and walked into it cautiously in a battle formation. There were many stone pillars or stone platforms here, on which there might have been hideous stone statues, but now they were empty. The scattered tombstones showed mottled patterns in the moonlight. The names and deeds of the tomb owners were no longer recognizable. The mosses and the creatures that had come and gone over the years had left their own traces.

"Most of the tombs are still intact, and the emotions of the souls here are relatively stable," Yelena whispered, "It seems that we don't have to worry about the dead crawling out of the ground, nor do we have to be wary of the ghosts around." "I seriously suspect that these stone platforms were originally gargoyles, but we broke a lot of them." Ivy walked in front, carefully checking every space where enemies might "emerge." "If they come back, we should at least find a statue without the lower half of its body," Quest noticed that the shadow spirit suddenly stopped, "Yelena, is there anything wrong?"

In this environment, Yelena is like a fish in water. Her sensitivity to souls can help everyone reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble. But now, this shadow dancer who came out of the Shadow Underworld frowned. She not only stopped, but also tried to retreat.

"I think I was wrong. It should not be suitable to explore here tonight." When she found that her companions noticed her abnormality, Yelena showed an ugly smile, "Let's take a long-term plan first? I can't feel Sylvia's breath here. She should have been transferred to another place!"

"But where will she be transferred?" Ron asked back, "Our clues are broken here, and this cemetery looks very likely to be the lair of the gargoyles. If we don't search here, are we going to try our luck everywhere in the deep mountains and old forests?"

"I..." Yelena looked at Ron desperately, "I don't know! But we really can't stay here anymore. I will-"

"What will you do?"

Ron turned back in surprise. This was a male voice, but it was neither Quest's nor his.

Under the pale moonlight, a withered elf wearing a dark cloak and a heavy veil appeared behind Ron at some point. He held a lantern in his hand, and his skin was as pale as paper, as if he had just crawled out of a grave.

Beside him, a snow-white raven flapped its wings, and a pair of small eyes as black as ink spots were staring at Ron with malice, or rather, at the shadow spirit behind Ron.