Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Grand Duke?

Pelgren wondered if she had heard wrongly. As far as she knew, there was no such aristocrat in Rose City.

A higher voice came from the other side of the door: "Sir, my brother has been actively contacting there, but it is said that the war there is also tight, and I'm afraid they won't be able to spare any time to support us."

"His suggestion is to start from the delusional ground. If we can gather that force under our command, the status of the religious order in the opponent's heart will be greatly improved, and it will be much easier to obtain support."

"Delusionally..." This was another voice. Pelgland could hear it. The speaker was the chief bishop of a diocese, and he was on the same level as Slade. "But according to the report sent back by Judge Aaron and the others, Delusion Although there are many dangers in the land, it seems to have no other resources besides being rich in medicinal herbs. What is so important there? "

"Danger does not arise out of thin air," this was the Archbishop's voice. "If there is no benefit, why would those people choose to settle in that kind of place?"

"Especially the lord named Ron. According to the reports from Judge Aaron and Bishop Pelgram, it is definitely not the refugee in the rumors. It may be the prodigal son of some family. After all, his surname is now No one knows."

"There must be resources that are very important to the Grand Duke there, but Alon and the others are unable to access them."

Thride's voice of approval rang out: "Your Excellency, you are right. In order for the Holy War to proceed smoothly, we should incorporate Delusion into the plan. My brother has been the housekeeper of a new noble family in Rose City for many years. That It is said that the adopted daughter of the noble went to the delusion field for training half a year ago, maybe we can start from this aspect. "

"Adopted daughter? She is also a believer of the Grand Duke?"

"No, according to my brother's report, his master is particularly fond of this adopted daughter and strives to prevent her from participating in our cause."

"Hmph, this may add a lot of resistance to our cause," the chief bishop snorted coldly, "Srid, you brothers have to solve this problem. In the holy war facing the abyss, any woman's kindness may Lead to serious consequences!"

"I suggest that your brother be responsible for liaison, so that the lord knows the stakes and transfers the benefits! If not... we will have to be tough!"

Pelgren's breathing became rapid. She covered her mouth and nose and forced herself to calm down. Then she heard the archbishop's words.

"Justin, this is too radical. We can use another method to reduce the loss as much as possible and be as secretive as possible."

"You mean..."

"Go and investigate the people who are close to them," the archbishop gave the order, "Control them, and then lure them into the encirclement. It would be best if he knows what they are doing. If not, it will be beneficial to us to take action - that Ron is A spellcaster, a conflict in his territory would be detrimental to us, Judge Aaron and the others have already confirmed this."

The leader of the Molten Iron Barrier sneered: "These so-called lords come and go, and they are just grassroots teams. As long as we kick them in, who are they?!"

There was a sudden sound of something falling outside the door. When several senior members of the cult opened the door, a magic cloak was lying quietly at the door.

"This is my piece..." The archbishop was stunned for a moment, then became furious, "You guys, call Bishop Pelgren back quickly!"

"This ignorant girl!"

He had single-handedly promoted Pergran, so the archbishop would certainly not think of him elsewhere. He would only think that the other party had eavesdropped on the confidential meeting and fled in a hurry. But what he and several others did not expect was that Pelgren did not return to his residence at all, but rushed out of the religious group's station and headed north!

When the cult reacted and began to organize a hunt, the vast snow in the mountains covered the bishop's footprints. The reflective snow in the sun made it difficult for magic such as eagle eye to work. How could they catch up?

However, being unable to catch up does not mean that you do not know your whereabouts. With the collective efforts of biolocation, theosophy and other divine arts, Pelgren, who had tried his best to hide his whereabouts, was already exposed to the eyes of his former church members as if he were naked. There was no privacy in sight.

"She went north!" The archbishop looked at the information fed back by the spell with a gloomy expression. "Immediately mobilize all the believers along the way, and be sure to capture the traitor Pelgren!"

"It is very likely that she has learned our secrets. If it is spread out, it will be a major blow to the strength and reputation of our order!"

The kind-hearted archbishop in the past had a different face now, and he looked at the silent Bishop Thred next to him with a sinister look: "Thred, you immediately tell brother You to take action! Implement the plan. Only in this way can we do our best. Gain the support of Archduke Dispater!”

The archbishop, who had been unable to release any magic many years ago, paced back and forth in the empty hall: "What are you still doing? Get moving! The Lord of Dis doesn't like any surprises or accidents!"

Grand Duke, Grand Duke...the most famous Grand Duke is just the nine or ten! And they are natural allies when fighting against demons - why didn't she think of this in the first place!

Pelgrand cursed in her heart more than once, but she didn't even know who she should curse. Maybe it was herself who was meddling in other people's business, maybe it was the bishops who were truly apostates, maybe it was the lord who had to settle down in a place of right and wrong, or maybe it was the demons who were eager to invade.

Pelgrand had strength and faith, but she was not so enthusiastic about order and rules. Raymond Aron and the bearded man had said more than once about her, and believed that she would definitely fall into this in the future. Now they are "not saying that I didn't warn you."

She shouldn't have eavesdropped on the conversations of the bishops! Even if she listened, she should have listened to a few words and left! Why bother getting involved in this? Pelgrand even thought of simply going along with the crowd, but every time she lowered her head, she could see the robe embroidered with the emblem of the order on her body - how could she make such a decision?

It had been three days since she escaped from the cult's base. Perglan dared not take any rest or carry anything. The thin bishop's robe could not keep her warm in this environment. What was more fatal was that she could only rely on the food and water made by divine magic to barely maintain her diet. Even she had no way to continue to produce the resources needed for survival.

She would be caught sooner or later if she continued like this. As a priest, she certainly knew what methods her peers would use to track her, but she could not take any countermeasures without sufficient preparation.

She could only rely on others, but even with her toes full of frostbite, she could figure out that Lao Lei and the others must be following orders to hunt her down! Could she expect them to disobey orders for the sake of their comrades? Impossible!

"God..." The exhausted Perglan finally fell headfirst into the snow. The holy emblem in her hand was slightly hot, but it could not bring a trace of warmth to the priest.

"Since your glory shines on this world, why not... shine a little brighter?"