Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

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Centuries of complicated life have made Gillianis's memory of the past vague, but she still remembers the tall figure who once helped her embark on the path of arcane.

He was a graceful and gentle elf man. He had no bad habits, a gentle personality, and was tireless in teaching others. He also maintained the habit of fitness and physical exercise for a long time, which was significantly different from most researchers.

The reason why Gillianis Galanold chose to study the organic combination of magic and martial arts was largely due to the influence of her teacher. And she herself, like her teacher, maintained the habit of fitness throughout her life.

Gillianis had been grateful countless times that she had accepted the teacher's teachings completely, otherwise she would have died over and over again, just like when she fought with the previous owner of the Canglan Grip.

But now look at this old man who is hunched over and standing in front of her like a shrimp! Where is the shadow of the teacher in her memory? !

"Elves will only age rapidly when they are on the verge of death..." Gillianis shook her head subconsciously, completely unable to accept this fact, "Teacher, how could you..."

"This is not true-"

"No, dear Jane (Gillianis's nickname), you have passed through all the fog I set up, penetrated the illusion, and came to the final truth," the old elf in his twilight years looked like a breeze could knock him to the ground, but his expression did not show any sadness or fear. Gillianis only saw relief on his face, "I am too old and will die at any time. Even elves will inevitably face such a day."

"It's nice to see you again. Since the fall of the Hailan Empire, many people have rumored your final ending. The most reliable thing I heard is One is that you have fallen into the elemental plane, but I firmly believe that my most proud student will never die like this. "

"I am so relieved to be able to confirm with my own eyes that you are still alive in my lifetime."

"No, teacher! We still have many ways!" Gillianis shouted out of control, she tried her best to raise her face, control her tears, and not let these useless liquids disrupt such an important reunion, "Teacher, we are magicians! I am no longer the Jane of the past!"

"Believe me, I can let you continue to live! Magic items, alchemical potions, elementalization, and even liches! Whatever you want, I will get it for you!"

"Don't leave me again, please! As long as you nod, I will not hesitate to revive the Hailan Empire and destroy the Ryan family with my own hands!"

The old man laughed hoarsely, opened his mouth with few teeth left, and spoke like a whistle: "I believe you have this ability, dear, after all, before I left you, you were already one of the most powerful wizards."

"But forget about reviving the Hailan Empire. Some things are better buried in the dust of history, right?"

"Yes, you are right, I will listen to you!" Gillianis nodded frantically, "Live well, I will never let the Ryan family have a chance to revive!"

"Hehe, Jane..." The old elf shook his head, he held the door frame, panting slightly, his shriveled chest heaving violently, "That's not important."

"I appreciate your kindness, but I don't intend to accept it - I have lived long enough."

The turbid eyes looked around this In the small space that was pieced together by the arcane, the old elf's eyes finally fell on the sword on Gillianis' waist: "True, accurate, profound, professional, where did you find it?"

"My old friend, it seems like we haven't seen each other for a lifetime."

"From an inquisitor of the Molten Iron Fortress," Gillianis took off "Silence" and wanted to return it to its original owner, but her teacher had no intention of taking the sword, "Have you had a conflict with them? Can I..."

"No, not with them. I once participated in their battle against the abyss, and was accidentally injured. They sent me back to the rear for recuperation. This sword was also held by an inquisitor at the time. Later, he went to the battlefield and I forgot to take it back."

"You don't have to give it back to me. Look at my body. How can I lift the sword?" The old elf laughed at himself, "It's easy to be lazy, but it's hard to be diligent again. I am a living example."

"By the way, don't you plan to come in and sit for a while? Accompany me, an old guy who is about to be buried? Or do you have something else to do?"

"I..." Gillianis closed her eyes. Facing the teacher's invitation, she still couldn't take a step. "I tracked here for one thing."

"You... do you know those red molds outside? Their mutations and you..."

The old elf blinked, and then laughed in sudden enlightenment: "Oh oh oh! So you came here for this, I understand!"

"You don't think that my old bones can still afford such a big battle!"

The old wizard slowly raised his left hand, and the deep blue arcane light immediately showed a vivid picture in front of Gillianis.

"But if you say it has nothing to do with it, it's actually not right. About a few months ago, I rescued a group of tiger people from the mutated red mold tide. "

"They may be the natives of this area, displaced by the proliferation of red mold. Before they were swallowed by the fungus and collapsed into spore people, I took them here for a few days."

"But you see, I don't have so many resources here for them to consume. Holding them is just a slow murder, so I decided to be a bad guy."

Gilliannis nodded slightly: "You transformed them, so that these strong acid tiger people are no longer afraid of red mold, and you also drove them away for various reasons."

"It seems that you have seen them?" Gilliannis's teacher seemed to be unexpected about this, and muttered in a low voice, "How are they... living?"

Gilliannis didn't speak, but the old wizard already knew the answer: "Lost wisdom, reduced to beasts, right?"

"The worst case scenario."

"The materials here are limited, and you certainly have your own difficulties." Gilliannis tried to defend the teacher, but the old elf didn't intend to listen to these words.

"Those are all excuses. I foresaw this possibility but was powerless to change it. This is my fault."

"But now it's too late to save anything. Fortunately, you can still help me and do what I can't do."

The old elf looked at his student with burning eyes: "I have found the coordinates of the origin of these red molds, but my power is not enough to fight against them. Can you help me with this?"