Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

When Ron and others tried to enter the ineffective magic circle and move Mary's body, they found that the vampire count had not taken away the magic sword that was said to be able to devour the body and soul, but was still nailed to Mary's body.

"This sword is no longer useful," Victoria carefully pulled out the magic sword after carefully checking it, "Its only function was to prepare for this ceremony. Now it has completed its mission, and even the aura on it has almost dissipated."

"But it's not completely useless," Sylvia tried, "If we want to find the earl one day in the future, this sword can be used as a spellcasting material and a guide."

The vampire wizard took the ominous long sword from Victoria's hand, waved it twice and put it away, without any resistance: "Compared to this, why don't I take you to visit the rooms in the castle? When the earl was still there, there were some places that even I couldn't enter, but now we can do whatever we want!"

In the earl's castle, the undead creatures have all lost their ability to move, and the body of the butler Alfred has been broken into a dozen pieces, scattered under the porch-the butler may have discovered something unusual when the existence in the black fog appeared and wanted to escape, but the other party covered the entire earldom, where can a mere butler escape?

"What a shame," Driver smacked his lips regretfully, "Ron, if we sew it back together, is it possible to revive it?"

"Unfortunately, no, its will has left this body forever," Ron and Sylvia exchanged opinions, and the two spellcasters finally came to the same conclusion, "Judging from the degree of preservation of its body, we can try to revive the dead, but the butler will definitely not come back."

"The new undead creatures are just ordinary mindless dead spirits."

"What about those gargoyles?" Quest looked curiously at the empty stone platforms on the dome, "They are elemental creatures, and they should be able to revive the dead. It shouldn't be taken away."

"Elemental creatures, but still "belong" to this earldom, or to that earl," Yelena moved her still sore wrists and ankles. These joints had just suffered a lot. Even with healing potions and spells, it would take a few days to recover. "I think that guy is definitely not picky about food."

The empty castle always makes people creepy, even if the only heir here is with Ron and others. Ivy walked in front carefully. The lights around were lit one by one under the effect of Ron's spell. As everyone gradually approached the earl's former room, the atmosphere gradually became weird.

"Ha, this old guy only gave us such a small guest room, but his bedroom is so big!" Driver kicked open the half-closed door. It was dark inside, and the outlines of dozens of coffins could be vaguely seen, lined up against the wall.

"Do you feel like something is watching us?" Ron frowned slightly, "He's just one person, and he sleeps in a coffin, so he doesn't need such a big room, right?"

"And one person sleeping in so many coffins? Even for a vampire noble, it's a bit too extravagant."

"He and his wife Hecate should have shared this place before," several people with dark vision began to search around in the room without being affected by the slight magic left in it, "Ron, aren't all these coffins for him to sleep in!"

"The name on it is... Old Opal!"

Sylvia's shout attracted everyone's attention. Sure enough, on a coffin, the words carved with a hammer and chisel were particularly eye-catching: Opal Carter, the captain of the Coldwater Village Guard.

"This should be a duplicate name, right?"

"Impossible!" Sylvia shook her head, "When it caught me and flew me here, I could see that it also had this name engraved under its wings - otherwise why would I call it Old Opal?"

"Look at the others!" Ron directed everyone to check other coffins in the room, "Did you meet other 'people' during this time?"

Victoria and Ivy were not willing to deal too much with gargoyles and undead, but Quest and Driver did have a few familiar ones. As expected, most of the names of these creatures were listed on the coffins in the Earl's room.

Coincidentally, all the coffins with names were gargoyles, and there was no undead outside the castle.

"It's really a ghost!" Driver shouted, while gesturing the size of the famous coffins, "Are these coffins all magical items? How did those gargoyles get in and sleep in them?"

"Is it possible that there are no gargoyles in them, but--" Ivy suddenly thought of something, and put the flame-wrapped gauntlets on the coffin board of old Opal, and with both arms, she lifted the board aside, "Sure enough!"

"A dwarf's mummy?!"

As Ivy moved, a mummy that was so dry that only skin and bones were left rolled out of the vertical coffin, and a huge amount of dust and rotten smell immediately filled the whole room, choking people to sneeze.

"Open all the others!"

Thanks to the efforts of everyone, mummies from hundreds of years ago rolled out of the coffin. They were of different races, genders, and ages, but their expressions were quite peaceful, and their attires were generally similar. They were all scales. Or a chain mail shirt. Only the scales on "Opal Carter" seemed to be more solemn, with several decorations on them that were about to turn into ashes.

"Look what I found, in the count's own coffin?" Drayford climbed out of the coffin, which was larger and more ornate than the others, coughing and waving a notebook in his hand. , "The vampire count put this on his bedside - it seems to be a roster!"

"The first name is Old Opal! He is... a knight?" Sylvia took the notebook and flipped the yellowed paper in shock, "Almost everyone else is also a member of the soldiers and guards! The Earl What does he mean?"

"Using his dead men to keep him awake?" Ron guessed that this wasn't too unusual - except that the tomb owner himself was still "alive".

"No, they didn't put it here after they died," Quest pointed to a human mummy that was particularly young during his lifetime. "He looked to be only about twenty years old, and there were no signs of battle on his body. He didn't die of old age." , not to die in battle.”

"Indeed, they are... sacrifices," Sylvia quickly read the note in her hand and handed it to Ron, "Benefactor, it seems that the kindness shown by the earl is indeed a mask. He...forget it, you'd better see for yourself."