Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"That's not what I wanted to hear," Constance sneered, "Where is the real Mr. Thred?"

The half-elf was only a height difference away from the halfling. The moment he realized that his disguise had been seen through, Thred's eyes changed instantly. Constance had just put her hand on the swift sword, and the halfling's flame shape The dagger was accurately picked up on the hollow guard.

If the halfling was also using a longer weapon, doing so would undoubtedly be equivalent to disarming himself, but the dagger was much more flexible, and the halfling's movements were even faster. Although Constance had reacted as much as possible, He was still disarmed by the opponent in the flash of lightning.

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With a "clang", the Swift Sword was lifted to Ron's feet, but Thred just glanced at Ron and then focused on Constance again.

"Lord of Delusion Land, I know from Judge Alon that you are a powerful mage, but I advise you to put away your resistance - here, I will never let you use any spells."

Ron frowned slightly. He picked up the sword on the ground with the toe of his boot and tried to use the blade attachment magic to give the opponent some warning. However, to his surprise, the magic seemed to have lost its effect here.

"Spell invalidation barrier." Ron captured the anomalies in the surrounding magic. The arcane aura seemed to be slightly distorted in the study. This was extremely difficult to detect before casting the spell. Only at this moment did it become obvious. .

"It's good that you know." Slade sneered, the dagger approached Constance's chest from bottom to top, and slowly pressed her against the wall, "Miss Constance, it's not a good habit to be clever. I I didn’t want to embarrass you so much, but now, I can’t help it.”

"As for you, Lord, please wait until I kill Miss Constance with this dagger coated with sleeping potion, and then please come with me, right?"

"Don't worry, as long as you are willing to cooperate, we will ensure your personal safety."

"What do you mean by cooperation?" Ron's hand touched his lower back, where his homemade scroll was pinned to his belt.

It's just that the effect of the spell invalidation barrier obviously won't let him take advantage of this loophole.

"Cooperation means that you should obey our orders." Slade's dagger pierced Constance's skin. The effect of the potion took effect quickly. The half-elf lady soon became unable to stand and slid slowly along the wall. On the ground, "Only molten iron barriers can solve the problem of demonic invasion. All organizations and individuals in the world should understand and support our actions!"

Thread turned around, the potion on the dagger was still flowing with a strange luster: "For example, Miss Constance wisely did not choose to resist, so she can enjoy a peaceful sleep."

"What about you? Are you going to continue to maintain your hard-earned dignity as a lord and talk to me as a bishop on an equal footing, or are you going to wait for me to 'invite' you to sit at the same table with the Daniels?"

"If it's the latter, many things will be out of your control."

"You have really worked hard to create such an environment," Ron stared at the slowly approaching halfling cautiously, "but I am a little curious: What exactly are you coveting in Delusion Land? As far as I know, Delusion Land It’s just a dangerous backcountry, so a cult like Molten Iron Barrier should look down on it, right?”

"Backcountry? Maybe it used to be," Slade stared into Ron's eyes, "But don't try to pretend to be confused with me. We got news that Abyss has been having difficulty fighting Purgatory recently. It is said that they lost an Abyss because of Lian. Silver veins—you’re not going to pretend you don’t know about this, are you?”

"It is said that the Delusion Land was once invaded by demons, and you have recently occupied it. I don't need to explain the relationship between this!"

"Is it just a loss?" Ron blinked. It seemed that the other party's information was incomplete, or was deliberately covered up. "But isn't it a good thing for you? Purgatory can share more pressure with you -"

"This is far from enough!" Slade interrupted him irritably, "What can you do with your little strength? It's just a drop in the bucket! We need more help - only molten iron barriers can do this and let Purgatory Better to contain the demons!"

"As for you, do you think we would trust a mud-legged person? If you surrender to Chaos one day, everything will be messed up by you!"

The halfling waved the dagger in his hand angrily: "Look at this city! Hags, demons, black dragons! What do you think I don't know? People like you are simply unreliable! We can only win the Holy War by relying on ourselves!"

"It's rare that you said something nice," Ron put his hand on his waist, "but why did you join forces with Dispater?"

"Begging for help on your knees to hell, and being used as a weapon without even realizing it. Is this what you call 'relying on yourself'?"

"You! What are you?!" Thride was stunned for a moment. Pelgren could at most guess that they were cooperating with the Nine Hells, but it was impossible to know such details!

"In a sense, you are like a flood that has flushed the Dragon King Temple, but the problem is..." Ron smiled strangely, but he pulled out the Siren Song from his waist before Sred rushed over. Hidden under his clothes, the gem in his arm glowed faintly, making Ron instantly have the physical strength of a warrior!

"You rushed to the wrong temple this time!"

The dagger rubbed the corner of Ron's clothes and slipped off, while the crossbow in his hand was aimed at Sred's head. The slender green rays were loaded on the string like crossbow arrows. As Ron pulled the trigger with his fingers, the terrifying and condensed arcane instantly tore the halfling and the barrier in the entire room to pieces!

What was more deadly than fatal was that a piercing magic scream also broke out at the same time, interrupting Bishop Sred's concentration on the spell and subsequent casting!

However, even such an attack could not kill the bishop of the Molten Iron Fortress. Under Ron's gaze, the halfling's head and most of his body turned into a large cloud of sulfur-colored smoke and dust. Then, with a discordant vibration, he floated to the door before reassembling and condensing into the guy full of malice.

"Dissociation!" Thred looked at Ron in shock and anger, "When did you learn this trick?!"

The spell nullification barrier can only target spells of lower levels, and the dissociation is on the same level as it!

But at this moment, Thred was more concerned about: where did this man learn the dissociation!