Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Tonight, it seems particularly cold and long.

Sylvia's body trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. She looked up at the sky and saw the full moon that had not yet set.

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It was so quiet around.

The vampire mage found a cloak draped over her body. She struggled to get up, but almost bumped into a stone sword as thick as a door panel.

"Are you awake?" The count's voice sounded the same as before, "Can you still move? While there is still time, hurry up and complete the ceremony."

"The benefactor..."

"They are not dead, I saved their lives." The vampire count stepped aside, and Victoria saw her companions who were beaten without any chance to fight back.

The power that Count Richthofen pursued may not be the top one, but he is in his own fiefdom, surrounded by his servants, and all magic items and equipment can be summoned at any time. He is almost invincible to Ron's team.

Unless there are people like Masarino or Gillianis, otherwise, their failure is irreversible.

Sylvia barely stood up. The magic circle they set up was intact, but there was a big pit on the outside that was smashed by brute force. The half-elf warrior was pressed into the pit. The tower shield that once protected the whole team from wind and rain was deformed by heavy objects and twisted into a twist shape, and thrown aside casually.

Quest and Victoria were in a slightly better condition, but they were also in a coma; the goblin hunter was not seen until Sylvia raised her head-the vampire count hung his belt on a relief on the second floor of the castle, which was a slight punishment for the guy who tried to blind her eyes several times just now.

As for his distant aunt and the impolite lord next door, the earl was obviously a little gentle, at least he didn't beat them to unconsciousness. Sylvia saw several exhausted gems scattered at Ron's feet, thinking that he had tried his best just now.

"Sylvia..." Seeing his companion wake up, Ron smiled bitterly and threw away the short bow that was broken into two pieces. "I'm sorry, we can't beat him."

"But don't you understand now? He is not a person who can give up his power for others! His wife and daughter are right next to you, look at them! Do you think you can win his favor more than them?!"

"If you can't do it, are you starting to talk?"

To the earl's surprise, this sentence would actually come out of Sylvia's mouth. The vampire chuckled and looked at Ron with some pity: "Benefactor, at this point, don't you understand the situation?"

"I won't give up, and I can't give up-Lord Earl, if I refuse to perform the ceremony, can you let all of us leave safely?"

The vampire earl did not answer, but took the obsidian knife that had just been thrown on the ground and handed it to Sylvia.

The answer is self-evident. If Sylvia obeyed him, the lives of others would be irrelevant; but if Sylvia refused, the vampire would have no choice but to let her go.

"Go and dig out her heart," Count Richthofen threw the giant sword that could be turned quickly with one hand to the gargoyle and pointed at the witch who was bound in the magic circle by the magic sword next to him, "You must complete this step, and move quickly. If the heart is cold, the success rate of the ritual will be greatly reduced. I can't guarantee what will happen."

Hecate looked at Sylvia approaching with a knife in horror, but she couldn't make any sound because her mouth was sealed. The obsidian sword lit up a faint purple light under the moonlight and stabbed her chest.

"Very good, in this way, the impurities of the witch have been completely removed." The count watched with satisfaction as Sylvia pushed the magic circle step by step under his command, until he took the jade bowl full of blood, flesh and mud, and poured the crushed and evenly ground mixture around the magic circle.

The candles in a circle suddenly burst into bright blood flames, illuminating the entire manor like daylight!

"Okay! Now!" The earl's eyes shone brightly, and an obscure spell came out of his mouth, turning into substance to stir the space around him. Dark clouds gathered and the wind howled. Ron and Yelena looked up at the sky in horror, but found that there was no moonlight between heaven and earth!

"This is not a blood transfer ceremony!" Ron shouted loudly, "Sylvia, get out quickly, he is going to summon something!"

"Too late!" Looking at the drastic changes in the world, looking at Sylvia who tried to escape but was blocked by the barrier activated outside the magic circle, the earl laughed wildly, "Hundreds of years! I have waited for this day for hundreds of years! No matter what you do, it's too late!"

"What on earth do you want to do?!" Sylvia tried to control the night hounds to come in to protect the master, but this magic circle seemed to be able to completely isolate even the support of the etheric plane, and the hounds couldn't get in at all. And she herself had no chance of defeating him.

"What? What else can I do?" The Earl laughed grimly, "Of course, to gain the power of this land!"

He looked up to the sky and howled; "Lich! I will follow your words and dedicate the body and soul of my loved ones to you! I will use a creature with half of the blood clan's blood as a medium and the people of the entire territory as a sacrifice! Come on, give me the power of the entire delusion land! I will become your most powerful arm!"

In the dark clouds, there was a faint roar of some kind of terrifying creature. Ron hurriedly took out the spell scroll to protect his sanity from his backpack and tore it open to prevent him and Yelena from being affected.

But he soon discovered that doing so seemed unnecessary, because before he cast the spell, a thin gray mist rose from the ground and silently surrounded Ron. Yelena did not know the details of this mist, she only said It was a projection of power that existed over there, but Ron understood: This was a gift from the one who ended the law.

"Capone," a long sigh came from far away. In the rolling clouds, a being wrapped in black mist slowly approached the count's castle, "I didn't expect that after so many years, you actually succeeded. ”

"You are lucky. None of the companies after you were as close to success as you, so the agreement we made back then is still valid."

"You gave up too early," the Earl smiled proudly. He seemed to be an old acquaintance with the being in the black mist. "Don't talk nonsense. I have strictly followed the requirements you gave me. Now, it's your turn." Fulfilled the promise!”

"For thousands of years, the Richthofen family has never been so close to success as me!"