Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"That's different...forget it, you will wait for the news." Yelena sighed, and her body turned into a sulfur-smelling smoke and disappeared along the window.

Shapeshifters, devils...are these enough to fight against a cult?

Ron looked out the window. He stretched out his arm and said something to the gems embedded in it. Gilenis soon came to his office. As a magic circle took shape, the figures of the two people changed. It became illusive and then disappeared.

No, not enough. Since he coveted the fantasy land, how could he not show off everything on this land?

Night soon fell on this land. In the snow outside New Green Marsh Town, several snow packs trembled slightly.

Under the snow pack, several men wearing silver-white burqas perfectly blended themselves into the environment and were patiently waiting for things to develop further. They are the messengers from the Molten Iron Barrier, and are responsible for completing some things that the cult cannot solve through conventional channels. Of course, this also includes surveillance operations on people from Baka to Ron, as well as the hijacking in Rose City, etc. wait.

However, now that the moon in the sky has set to the west, even they can't stand it anymore after so many days of hard work.

"Why don't you come out?" A younger messenger complained in a low voice, "Is there something wrong with the information from the Inquisition? Is this lord actually a cold-hearted stone?"

"They failed to intercept Pelgren, but they seemed to have sent her here," another messenger said in a hoarse voice, "Even an animal will not be fooled again."

"Daniel is just a bard, and Liya is a retired veteran. He has no other relatives except his daughter. Just disappearing into the world will not cause any waves."

"Do we really want to kill them?" This is the third voice, "If the people here are not fooled, they will be meaningless to us..."

"Do you plan to let them get out alive and ruin the reputation of the cult?" The second person who spoke was probably the leader of the three-person team. He lowered his voice and yelled, "We can't take such a risk!"

"The meaning of our existence is to obey the will of the archbishop, maintain the operation of the order, and implement the instructions..." The young messenger recited stiffly, but before he could finish reciting, as the gate of the town facing them opened. Opening it, they all immediately closed their mouths.

Out!

Similar to the report submitted by the presiding judge named Aron, these people who are delusional to establish a foothold are very cautious. There are only less than ten people in the team, each of them is covered with a black robe. The leader is a woman holding a A dim lantern led the way. The third person in the team was a thin man, and the person walking at the end was a short man carrying a bow and arrow.

"It should be them. Huh, they actually chose this time to leave," the captain of the messenger muttered. When the group gradually disappeared into the darkness, and even the light of the lantern disappeared, he took out a piece of messenger The magic device used, "All units are on alert, 'The ship has left the port', repeat, 'The ship has left the port'."

"Captain, should we go into the town to confirm?" the young member suggested. This is what the manual requires. As a newcomer, he tried to copy everything above.

But his captain didn't think so.

"Are you a fool? There is a black dragon here, we can't take such a risk! Our plan has been almost destroyed by the traitor Pelgland, no more problems can occur - don't create extra problems!"

Under the cover of night, the three snow packs quickly disappeared outside the town, but what they didn't know was that just a few hours later, a caravan that had arrived in New Green Marsh Town from the City-State Alliance just the day before yesterday followed another caravan. The team starting from Yungang left the town with the first ray of morning light on the horizon and returned to the south along the path they came from.

This caravan was a little larger than when it came, and several merchants from other places were also mixed in. In a carriage, three creatures that did not belong to any caravan sat opposite each other, maintaining a long posture. of silence.

The largest one is a black dragonborn. His face has a large number of criss-crossing scars, which look exactly like Evander's. Although he tried his best to appear more calm and dignified, it was extremely difficult to get rid of that childlike innocence. Races that are unfamiliar with the Dragonborn may be frightened by his appearance, but those who are familiar with it can easily tell that he is just a child.

He had tried his best to disguise himself, but for a black dragon, this was really not an easy task.

Compared to him, the two women sitting opposite him were much more calm. The old lady with her gray hair messily styled looks no different from a peasant woman in the countryside who has never seen the world. The gold-plated bracelets on her hands and the gold teeth exposed in her grin indicate her status as a nouveau riche. He opened the curtain and looked out. The extremely aged appearance, vulgar demeanor, unpleasant smell, and the broken gold nuggets handed out were enough to make any guard get rid of the idea of ​​searching the carriage.

Beside the old woman, she was wearing black clothes and a black skirt. The young woman wearing a black veil kept her eyes closed along the way, as motionless as a sculpture. She did not hide herself deliberately, and would get off the car when eating and resting. People in the team spread rumors about which family she was a widow from, and that she returned to Rose City this time to attend funerals.

Although merchants like to inquire about all kinds of gossip, no one will go out of their way to dig into the details. For them, it is much more interesting to fill in the details than to know the truth, and it is easier to use them as topics for conversation during meals. When the team was about to arrive in Rose City, the widow had been rumored to be extremely beautiful, and her family was rich enough to rival a country. Even the speaker of Rose City was not as rich as her family - don't believe it? Please look at the old lady! That must be her mother or grandmother who lives in the countryside!

Can an ordinary family make such a heavy gold bracelet for the old man? And that gold tooth!

The public opinion can melt gold. Under the bombardment of so many witnesses and evidence, as well as various unreliable rumors, even though the three people did not say a word from beginning to end, the guards of Rose City still let them into the city for the sake of the gold coins. In a larger chamber of commerce courtyard, a slender spotted cat from the Yungang caravan walked up to the three people and spoke in the voice of a middle-aged man:

"Everyone, at the request of the Lord, we will send you here and end it. We will not participate in the subsequent actions. I hope you can understand this."

"As a small noble in a port city, the molten iron barrier is not something we can afford to offend."

"That's enough. Thank you for your care along the way, Mark," the woman with a black veil crossed her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and her long tongue subconsciously stretched out, but then retracted into her mouth, "This is not something you mortals can interfere with, just leave."

"Thank you for your understanding." The transformed Mark stopped talking nonsense and immediately turned around to greet the members of his caravan to start unloading. They are real businessmen, and all their actions have traces to follow. Now they just need to continue.

The merchants of the Holt family noticed that their "colleagues" did not have such manners. They scattered in groups of three or five and rushed to the city, as if they could not wait to return to their long-lost home.

This behavior made them sneer, so no one would pay attention to their subsequent whereabouts, and no one would care whether they could meet these "homesick giant babies" again, or whether they could recognize them even if they met face to face in the future.

In the empty Night Breeze Tavern, the leader of the shapeshifters restored his favorite tiefling appearance, appeared in front of Ron and others who had been waiting for two days, and saluted respectfully:

"Sir Ron, the actors are in place, just waiting for the opportunity to start."