Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Say that again?!"

In a monastery a few blocks away, an old monk who was nearly sixty years old had his hair standing on end after listening to the words of the parishioners. His eyes widened and he couldn't believe his ears.

"For the sake of a hag, they actually dare to disrupt His Excellency the Archbishop's plan!"

"I'm afraid so, because..."

"This is not a question!" The old monk waved his hand and interrupted the visitor. He angrily threw the crutch in his hand to the ground, walked away and walked deeper into the monastery, "Everyone gather together! Urgent gathering!"

"The plan has changed, we must all mobilize! We must not let the sect's plan fail!"

This monastery is as old as the old monk. Many corners and dark places are covered with moss, and the walls are covered with withered and yellow creeping plants. The old monk has walked through the corridors and halls countless times. , the passionate words echoed throughout the building for a long time.

But what confused him was that the entire monastery was as quiet as death. No one responded to his words, and not a single monk or nun came out to answer his call.

"What's going on? Are they dead! Are they all dead?" Such a strange situation made the old monk feel a little uneasy. He took out the Holy Emblem, put it to his mustache-covered lips and kissed it, "Everyone is dead." Where are you going?”

They have been preparing for this day for nearly a month! Why would you choose this moment to drop your chain?

Most of the monks and nuns in this monastery are elderly or injured members of the order. These people may have insufficient abilities, but their position is unquestionable. How could they suddenly disappear at this time?

The old monk walked to the back of the monastery and opened the door. The place was very different from the outside. It was full of the bleak atmosphere of autumn and winter. In this scene, the old monk standing on the steps clenched the Holy Emblem in his hand. The blue eyes on the hooked nose slowly narrowed into two slits.

In his field of vision, all foreign objects were eliminated, leaving only the church members lying on the floor and the only standing woman, wearing a black dress and black dress, with a black veil covering her face.

"Who are you...?"

"Shh," the woman stretched out the index finger of her left hand, "Don't yell, they are just asleep."

"I'm not sure what would happen if I woke them up."

"You - evil spirit," the old monk's tone was full of hostility, "When did you appear in Rose City? I couldn't find you!"

"That means you have been away from the battlefield for many years, and even your perception has become dull." The woman put down her hands, crossed her hands in front of her belly, and stood quietly, her dark and deep eyes peering into the old monk's soul with malicious intent. , "A person's appearance may undergo earth-shaking changes, but a person's soul is not easy to change."

"You should have recognized me immediately. I spared your life on the battlefield. Reverend Thomson."

When the woman in front of him called him by his name, a feeling of despair and powerlessness passed through forty-five years and strangled the old monk's throat. He opened his eyes wide. It was a sound that he would never forget in his life.

"It's, it's you! You devil!"

"I knew you wouldn't let me go! I just knew it! Always knew it!"

The masked woman looked at the old man who fell on the steps with satisfaction. Her long tongue penetrated the veil of nothingness and was exposed to the air, tasting this rare despair from the soul: "I never thought that the soul could actually Brewed like fine wine, the taste is really fascinating. ”

"But there's one thing you said wrong." The foul demon's tongue wrapped around the old monk's torso like a whip cord and pulled him in front of him. "I am no longer a demon."

The strong smell of sulfur continued to corrode the old man's nasal cavity and brain. This abnormal smell could only make his mind more disordered, and what followed was the devil-like, or devil-like whisper of the foul demon. : "Now I, like your archbishop, deserve to go to hell."

Similar things disturbed every group of priests and messengers who were preparing to go to the manor to complete the siege. They either encountered drunkards rolling around, or were entangled by the driver whose carriage overturned. The most unlucky group was... On the way to the manor, he looked up at the sky. In the cold air, black dragon wings stained with white frost flashed like a nightmare, with a dragon roar of unknown meaning.

When things have developed to this point, not to mention these clergy, the entire Rose City is in complete chaos. Countless reports and warnings flew to the Rose Parliament like snowflakes. Civilians, guards, merchants... everyone was begging the elders of the Parliament to show mercy and come forward to end this riot.

However, the door of the Rose Council was like a big mouth, swallowing everything mercilessly, but there was no response from inside. Almost all the available members gathered in the conference hall and sat around the round table, but no one dared to speak first.

Everyone noticed the abnormality of today's emergency meeting. The secondary manifestation was that there were two big and lively sons standing behind the usually inconspicuous old Faber; Behind the chair of the Rose Parliament Speaker, a dark-skinned male elf pressed the dagger in his hand against the speaker's age-spotted neck. He sneered and glanced at every member present.

"Sir Faber, what...what does this mean?" The speaker's voice was trembling, but looking at the whole room, the old man who was the only one who was coerced by force was the only one who dared to speak, "What's the matter with us? It’s all negotiable, so why go to this point?”

"Isn't the reason for the Rose Council's suggestion just to negotiate conflicts? Are you dissatisfied with the current supervisor's work? Or..."

"Sir Speaker, are you still going to pretend to be confused now?" Old Faber knocked on the table and interrupted the other party, "There are two seats in the parliament that have not come forward in the past month. As the speaker, you should know the reason. Bar."

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the two empty seats, one of which belonged to Congressman Daniel from the Night Breeze Tavern, and the other uniquely broad chair belonged to the new Congressman this year: Mr. Hendricks.

"How did I know that?" the Speaker said with a grimace. He tried to express his helplessness by shrugging his shoulders or spreading his hands, but the Drow behind him immediately made him give up the idea of ​​making small moves, "Faber, do you agree with them?" Well, you don’t know, how could I know?”

"It makes sense, in that case..." Old Faber was not annoyed. He leaned back in his chair. As Seymour's fingers trembled slightly, the Speaker suddenly screamed in terror, "Then we can continue to wait. , we’ll talk about the next thing after they attend.”