Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Considering the feelings of the being who ruled the Shadowfell Underworld, Ron finally let the Dark Weaver and his raven go, as a sign of sincerity, but before that, he asked the shadow spirit to go back and "persuad him." The rebellious shadow spirits splashed out water. There are so many shadow spirits in the Shadowfell Underworld. Doyelena doesn't have too many of them and she doesn't have too much. So don't worry about this matter anymore.

Ron has no way of knowing whether the Crow Queen followed the good deeds, but anyway, the Dark Weaver, as the "Emissary of Souls", wandered around the gate of hell, and after escaping with his life, he no longer had the arrogance of an elf, and he showed kindness to this human being. Thanks a lot, he ran away with the raven in despair.

After the foreign troubles were eliminated, this dilapidated cemetery was naturally not a place to talk. Under Sylvia's warm invitation, Ron and others had no other choice but to go with her.

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"Thank you for traveling day and night to come to me. You must have been exhausted these two days," Sylvia led the way, talking and laughing freely without any abnormality. "When Old Opal grabbed me, just look down. I don’t think those woods are easy to navigate.”

"No!" Among Ron's team, Driver was probably the only one who could chat with Sylvia without any worries. "I'm telling you, those mud monsters and jackals and so on, you don't have any." See...and those big birds!"

When the goblin hunter was talking carelessly, neither Sylvia nor anyone else interrupted him, and just allowed this nervous guy to make noise to relieve the awkward atmosphere. Drayford himself didn't notice anything was wrong. He usually did the same thing. Tonight was just an ordinary night among countless ordinary nights.

Sylvia seemed to be very familiar with the layout here. Not long after leaving the cemetery, she led everyone onto a flatter and more spacious road. The trees arranged like swords and halberds along the road consciously moved as the people walked. Scattered to both sides, even the ghosts who were still howling and howling when they were far away fell silent when they noticed Ron and others, or Sylvia approaching, as if they had never existed.

"These were all his subjects," Sylvia introduced after Dreyfudo paused for a moment. "As we have seen and heard, there was indeed an isolated earldom here before, but in Something happened after that that ultimately led to the decline of the entire territory."

"The grievances of the people who suffered from Wuwu could not be eliminated, and the Earl himself was not willing to be lost in the dust of history. Therefore, he and his wife and daughter - two powerful witches - made a last-ditch effort to The whole territory became a ghostland.”

"Although it's a bit gloomy, it allows everyone to survive after all, doesn't it?" Victoria forced a smile, "I hope these civilians can get used to this depressing atmosphere."

"Oh, Victoria, when they are part of the atmosphere, they can't feel the abnormality," Sylvia pointed casually. On the withered grass aside, three or four night-neighing hounds were snatching the head of a skeleton. , having a great time, "They were not used to the big dogs I drove at first, but aren't they having a good time now?"

Ron observed carefully and found that what Sylvia said was indeed true: although the dead here screamed horribly and their faces were not elegant, if you carefully distinguish the fragments of their words mixed with the howling, you will find that These undead really enjoy this kind of "life".

When the ghost of a little boy didn't have time to make way for everyone because he was too focused on singing, Ron could still vaguely hear that his song was singing in praise of the lord.

"Indeed, the souls here are all... boring," Yelena curled her lips. To her, a soul without suffering to express is like dry and hard bread, which is simply tasteless. "No wonder the businessman's friend said It’s scary here.”

"It's difficult for ordinary people to distinguish the voices of the dead, and what's even more annoying is that some people still pretend to be confused while pretending to understand." The vampire led everyone through a village in the earl territory and pointed to the gallows erected in the center of the village. , "Did you see that? It is said that two or three hundred years ago, a group of blind demon hunters came here and tried to 'purify' this territory. Then they were sentenced to death for murder and hanged in the here."

"There are no living people here anymore. Once the number of residents decreases, there is no possibility of recovery. This is why I will appear at the cemetery as soon as possible - some guys who were drunkards in life are also a virtue after they die. If they are killed by you or that It will be troublesome if the shadow spirit bumps into you."

"The Dark Weaver won't like a drunkard who is truly 'drunk in life and dreams of death' from the living to the dead," Yelena said. "The Crow Queen can predict the death date of every creature, but that doesn't mean that every creature's death can please her." to Him.”

"Even such a person is not willing to give up?" Victoria let out a sigh of relief. Ron, who was walking beside her, couldn't tell whether it was a sigh of relief or a sigh, but the priest put away the Holy Emblem. This magic weapon is now It is no longer as hot as before, only a slight warmth remains.

"It seems that Haim doesn't mind this kind of behavior?" Ivy also noticed Victoria's actions.

"I mind, but this is Sylvia. Heim once blessed me and helped me save her from dying. Now she will understand everything that happened to me."

Victoria forced a smile. She had been holding the holy emblem tightly against the heat all the way, not daring to relax at all. The test from the gods was not just talk. If she had any doubts, confusion, or panic, causing the holy emblem to fall to the ground, the god would certainly withdraw the grace he had given her.

He might even punish her.

The priest lowered her head and glanced at the almost burnt flesh on her hands. The mark of the holy emblem was branded on her hands. It was an upright left-hand iron gauntlet with a staring eye on it.

The place where Sylvia wanted to take everyone to sit was not close to the cemetery. Ron walked at a normal speed until the horizon gradually faded, and then he saw the huge black monster at the end of the road.

It was a huge manor, with a standard Gothic castle standing in the center. The extremely symmetrical structure was like a serious human face overlooking the entire territory. Some undead creatures with entities were working inside and outside the manor, cleaning the luxurious courtyard in the last bit of time before daybreak.

"As a castle located in the wilderness, is it too luxurious?" Sylvia turned her head and guessed Ron's thoughts when she saw his expression, "As I said before, his wife and daughter are both powerful witches, and this castle was built without any help from others. Until today, the hired residents have only done some cleaning work."

"But they are no longer living people, so it is inevitable that they will be careless," the vampire stepped forward and pushed open the door of the manor, and pulled off a piece of rotten meat stuck on the fence and threw it back to its owner, "Come on, come and meet the current owner here, it was him who sent Old Opal and the others out."

When everyone stood on the steps of the castle, Sylvia knocked on the quaint and heavy castle door.

A little quibble about the character card issue: I want to hire an artist to help draw the character illustrations, so I’m still saving money ()