Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

The strong wind set off by the arcane spell quickly dispersed the acid mist on the field. Victoria raised the Holy Emblem high, activating the sacred power full of vitality. People with hard shells and spore clusters all over their bodies fell down one after another, while the savages with only animal skins covering their bodies fell down. But people remain standing.

This time, she no longer needed any magic rings or resurrection spells.

"Why do you need me to do this kind of thing every time!" Sera moved the muscles on her shoulders and neck with some dissatisfaction. The skin there had just been almost corroded, but under the influence of magic, it was like a newborn baby. The snow-like surface has a hint of pink.

The barbarian lowered his head and caught a glimpse of the new skin, and let out a howl of annoyance.

"Ron, look at the good things you have done! My scars are filled with memories and glory!"

"Don't worry, this will leave you with a bigger piece." Victoria put away the holy emblem, "Don't you see the traces of those connections? I won't remove them for you."

"Thank you," Sera muttered, "but it's still different... How can new love compare to old love?"

"The main thing is to brag in the future. There is no way to brag further, right?" Anastrina sneered. It's not that she looked down on the barbarians, it was just that from the army to the mercenaries, she was too familiar with the tone they like.

An old injury from more than ten decades ago, even if it is only as big as a fingernail, can be said to be a battle with a dragon; and a recent new injury, even if it covers the whole body, may be laughed at.

With the scar removed, Sera's strength is equivalent to being "weakened" in disguise.

"You're pretty good, Sera," Ivy chuckled, "I have worked with a totem warrior before, and he also experienced a similar experience to you. When he found that the tattoos he had had for most of his life were gone. When it is washed away, the cry is like mourning for an heir!"

Of course, the totem power of the totem warriors will not disappear because of this, but their tattoos, like the scars of the berserker, are like spiritual sustenance. It will definitely not feel good if they disappear overnight.

Sera listened intently to the half-elf's story about what she had seen before, and a smile appeared on her determined face involuntarily. She had heard that others had been caught in the rain, but even if she was soaked herself, the taste didn't seem that bad.

"You guys..." Victoria and Sylvia shook their heads in unison, and the goblin hunter also sighed with his hands behind his back in a decent manner, but everyone could see that listening to Ivy's story, Drivedo's My mouth is grinning to the back of my head!

"It seems that these Gibberella and spore people have not yet mutated the ability to resist strong acid."

Of course, the Elf Archmage would not participate in such a childish thing. Her attention was completely focused on the corroded spore corpses and the dead carpets.

The mage's hand lifted up a blanket of bacteria. The surface of the layer of Gibberellus above had an obvious hardened structure. Although this layer of protective shell could help the common Gibberella below resist sunlight or the effects of salt and alcohol, it could not resist the corrosive bacteria. Strong acid mist.

Although Ron's acid mist arrows were far less powerful than the explosions of the old version, they were extremely penetrating. As Gilenis continued to open up the fungus carpet, she even discovered layers of layers in the corner of a building. There are three or four layers of hard-structured Gibberella, but even so, the weak Gibberella at the bottom are still not immune.

"It's really scary, for the spore people." Annastrina also saw this scene and couldn't help but be speechless. "Lord, how many arrows like this do you have?"

"I don't know," Ron frowned, kicked away the dead and non-infectious Gibberellus at his feet, and walked forward, "We don't even know where the original birthplace of Gibberellus is. I It’s completely impossible to tell whether the acid mist arrows are enough.”

"Don't worry, Ron will definitely find a way! He always has a way!" Sera carelessly carried the Grip of the Canglan on her shoulders, without any intention of pursuing Ron for raining acid on her, "Look. Now, all the scabies that tried to parasitize me are dead! There is not even a trace left!"

"Don't be too superstitious about him," Gilenis waved away the mage's hand, readjusted the sword on her waist and said "Silent", while raising her eyes to look at the barbarian, "He dares to throw acid mist on you today, tomorrow I can throw you into the death fog and not let you participate in the bloody battle of Avernus in a few days?"

"It's good to go to the bloody battle. I'm worried about how to get there!" Sera said without any thought, "But what is the death fog? A fog that kills you if you touch it?"

"That's okay, Victoria, of course you will resurrect me, right?"

"Just like before."

The priest glared at Gilennis who said something incomprehensible: "Let me tell you first, I am not a walking resurrection scroll!"

"I understand, we just don't have to die so many times a day!" Driver interjected with a playful smile, and was so angry that the tip of the kite-shaped shield of Priest Heim was almost hanging from the goblin's door (if the goblin also had a door) words).

Gillianis ignored Victoria's warning look and simply clapped her hands, as she often did before, lifting her feet off the ground and hovering in the air.

"These Gibberella, especially the mutated and hardened Gibberella, have very obvious traces of magical transformation. It seems that their makers are not afraid of being discovered, or they have no awareness of this at all."

"So, Lord Ron, I plan to take the lead and follow the clues to find the experimenter behind the scenes. If possible, I will subdue him directly. This may be the most time-saving and labor-saving method. What do you think?"

"Not so much!" Before Ron spoke, Sylvia made a quick answer, but the vampire immediately realized his defeat, turned to Ron and smiled, and winked to hint, "Don't you think so, benefactor?"

"Don't you think I might be the culprit?" The moon elf narrowed her eyes and looked at the vampire mage, "Although we haven't known each other for a long time, you should have remembered it, right?"

"You and even the Lord have taught me a lot of knowledge now - do you mean that I plan to harm the delusion?"

"Although it is unlikely to be intentional, what about unintentional mistakes? "Sylvia frowned, "Otherwise, why would you go looking for it yourself? We came here together!"

"The weak live in groups, while the strong mostly go alone. Both are reasonable strategies, regardless of right or wrong," Gillianis ignored Sylvia and looked at Ron, "Only the strong protecting the weak is a bad move."

"You should have seen in the battle just now that I had to carefully select spells to kill the enemy without hurting you by mistake. What's the point of such a tactic that forces me to be at the same level as you? It's just a waste of my time and energy."

"I allow her to question, but I still have to say: Although I did receive your Fusarium sample and conducted research, I have nothing to do with this matter, and I am willing to find out the truth."

"That's all I have to say. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."