Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Generally speaking, creatures will not choose to migrate in large numbers in winter. The emergence of this situation indicates that some changes have indeed occurred on the other side of the mountain.

It is unlikely to be a good thing.

"We will go and confirm it in person. I am a little worried whether this is related to the conspiracy behind the scenes," Ron nodded, and at the same time let Anastasia behind him come out, "By the way, let me introduce you, this is Anastasia, who was hired to help us solve the problem of Fusarium."

"She has been to the Fusarium ruins in your place."

"That should be very helpful. It's nice to meet you, Anastasia." Gillianis extended her hand to the elf mercenary, but did not wait for the other party's response.

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The Elf Great Swordsman stared at the Moon Elf solemnly: "Have we met before?"

Gilliannis's mind flashed back several fragments. They were the rebels who tried to overthrow the empire. Among them, there was an officer who was eight points similar to the elf in front of her. However, she was not dressed so boldly at that time. She was just wearing ordinary armor.

"No, you're wrong," Gillianis denied the other party's judgment, "Although there are not many moon elves, there are definitely more than one."

"But the most famous one in this world is only that one, am I right?" Anastria looked at Gillianis without any hesitation, "Not to mention that you are also a mage, just like her."

"Just like who? Gillianis Galanold?" Gillianis didn't blush or feel nervous, "That is the shame of our entire clan. She died in the last battle, and even her body was swallowed by the fire elemental plane - thank the goddess of magic."

Seeing that Anastria was still half-believing and half-doubting, Ron knew that he had to come out to smooth things over. He summoned the Weaving Preface and made it float between himself and Gillianis.

"Anastrina, she is definitely not the person you think she is. If you don't believe me, look: that person's spellbook has fallen into my hands, isn't it?"

"Look, if she is her, if I take the initiative to push the Weaving Preface back to the original owner, even if Gillianis can bear it, can this book bear it?"

In the eyes of the mercenaries, the Weaving Preface pushed by Ron seemed to have wisdom, changing into a variety of different colors of arcane brilliance, as if resisting its owner to give itself to others. However, the actual situation is a little more complicated than this:

The Weaving Preface is determined to return to Gillianis's side. It is Ron who pulls from behind and Gillianis pushes out, which makes the brilliance on the spellbook so diverse and changeable!

It is completely bullying this spellbook that can't speak!

"Well, maybe I am a little overly sensitive, please forgive me," Anastria, who had seen and heard everything, finally confirmed that the moon elf in front of her was not Gillianis, and apologized to her, "After all, that demon has brought us too much harm."

An ordinary person would definitely make excuses for herself, but Gillianis really nodded as if she was evaluating someone else: "Yes, she is the source of all the evils of the Hailan Empire. Her death is a blessing for the entire plane and even the entire multiverse. For the moon elves, we are also fortunate to have one less black sheep. "

"I think you have served in the army? Against the coalition? Thank you so much!"

Gillianis's retreat made Anastasia feel a little embarrassed: "It's not as bad as you said. The main problem of the Hailan Empire lies with the Ryan family..."

In that moment, the mercenary even began to admire the moon elf in front of him. Gillianis Galanold is a powerful moon elf who has recently emerged. The moon elves usually do not hesitate to praise her, even after the disintegration of the Hailan Empire.

But the moon elf in front of him dared to take the risk and condemn her famous tribesmen - maybe this is why she left her homeland and came to a place like Delusion.

Thinking of this, Anastria's admiration for Gillianis increased a little. She enthusiastically went forward and talked to her about the changes in the elves over the years, trying to make up for her recklessness just now. Gillianis went with the flow. The two elves who had once fought on the battlefield actually looked like friends.

"Thanks to Aunt Anna's poor magic, otherwise you should have used suggestion." Ivy muttered in a low voice, not letting the two elves walking in front hear.

"Let them solve their own problems," Ron turned his head to look at Aixuri on the side, "Where is Rurik now? He said before that he could forge a new set of equipment for Ivy and the others."

"I don't know about this," Aixuri scratched the ground with his claws, "I heard from them that the dwarves' shops have been closed recently. I don't know if they are not at home or..."

"Of course they are serving our beloved lord!"

Just as Ron and his men were about to enter Green Swamp Town, a deep voice sounded at the entrance of the town.

Rurik, the dwarf craftsman looked like he had just crawled out of a coal pile. His not-so-tidy apron was covered in grease and stains. He held a hammer in his hand, and the big beard and hair on his face were tangled together, making him look extremely sloppy.

"Early this morning, my bellows sang the songs of my hometown!" Although he seemed to be in poor condition, Lurik was in good spirits. He shouted loudly, "As expected, today you returned to your loyal home. territory!"

"I was just looking for you," Ron smiled and nodded to the dwarf, "How are your business and work lately?"

"I haven't been doing business for a long time, because of your order!" Rurick bowed in return, "Thanks to you, a set of full body armor and a tower shield have been completed!"

"In terms of materials..." Ivy interjected and asked. She still remembers the tower shield that was twisted into a knot by the vampire count before.

"Don't worry, it's made of composite materials and combined with our dwarves' unique craftsmanship. You will definitely not be disappointed!" Rurick waved the hammer in his hand, "This time it is real mithril equipment, and it is also friendly to magic. You can allow the lord to create whatever you want on it!”

"The mithril ore is bought from those bastards in hell. The price is a bit expensive, but the quality is completely guaranteed!" The dwarf glanced at the strange elf walking away and lowered his voice, but he was still proud, "Such a good material , coupled with my craftsmanship, Lord Lord’s enchantment and Miss Ivy’s strength, I bet this set of equipment will definitely go down in history!”