Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Whether there is an inevitable connection between the difficulty of a path and its correctness is a subject that has been studied by countless people in any culture in any world, but Ron and the others do not intend to explore this further now. .

Now that Gilannis is sure that the direction of progress is correct, let's continue along this path.

As the sky gets darker, the setting sun, which is getting closer and closer to the ground as it sinks to the west, becomes more and more huge. The bright red halo shines on the layers of Gibberellus spreading out, making these fungi see It looks so weird and dangerous.

And this is indeed the case.

"Boom -" Sera slammed into a rhinoceros-sized spiny beast. The Canglan Grip hidden in front of her cut open the spiny beast's body with her charge. The huge size was not that of a moving plant. Attacking Ron and others' support, the Canglan Grasp exerted its most powerful power when faced with existences like them.

"What number is this?"

Victoria followed Ivy a little tiredly, while trying to save her energy as much as possible. The multi-day trek on these carpets really consumes one's physical energy and will. Even she felt tired.

"It's the nineteenth, maybe twenty." The vampire looked energetic. As the sun set, more than a dozen pairs of scarlet eyes loomed around her. The owner of these eyes hid his huge body under the In the dark mist, be ready to deal with any plants that try to attack you at any time.

"Your hounds don't look very energetic," Gilenis lit up a dim light to illuminate Ron's surroundings. "During the time I was away, they experienced a lot of fierce battles?"

"For them, every fight here is a fierce battle," Sylvia snorted. "These guys are very picky eaters. They don't eat plants."

Nightshee hounds are not vegetarians. They are driven to compete with the spores and thorn beasts. It is a completely thankless job. They are already giving Sylvia face by standing here.

After getting along for such a long time, for the night hounds, this owner has not become more evil or closer to the goal they want to serve, but whenever they have resistance, she always has the ability to She exudes a unique temperament that makes the hounds obey her commands involuntarily.

But tonight, this feeling seemed to be even more obvious. The hounds gathered at Sylvia's feet, and each one became anxious.

"Ouch - ow -"

The giant neighing hound leader suddenly raised his head and roared. Under his demonstration, the other hounds also started howling like ghosts.

"Stop barking, it's so noisy!" Sylvia reached out and slapped the leader of the night neighing hound, but this did not stop the other party's behavior, "I told you to stop barking!"

"What's going on?!"

"Hasn't this happened before?" Anastrina turned her head and looked over curiously, "Could these big guys be in heat at this time, right?"

"How many kinds of beasts have you seen in estrus in winter?" Ivy sighed, "Sylvia, why don't you get rid of them first? If this continues, we may have to face a large number of enemies again. ”

On top of the fungus carpet composed of Gibberella, no one dared to rest at all. They relied on Victoria's magic and some alchemy potions to persevere throughout the process. In this case, each additional encounter would increase the risk.

"No, wait," Sylvia was about to follow Ivy's suggestion and send the hounds back to the ether, but Ron raised his hand to stop her, "Are they responding to something or something?" Calling, don’t you think?”

"But who is the target?" The vampire didn't understand what Ron meant. "The whole group of them is here."

"No, not all of them are here." Ron pressed a Cloud Explosion Arrow on the bowstring and pointed it into the darkness ahead. "They return a master, a master who is evil enough."

As if to confirm Ron's view, the leader of the night neighing hounds suddenly stopped talking and led the group forward. No matter how much Sylvia called, they could not stop their actions.

"Remember? Night neighing hounds must need an evil master." Ron raised his short bow, but the next sentence he said was to the night neighing hounds, "I know you can understand me: Don't go there, West Sylvia is your real master."

"If you persist, I will have no choice but to kill you - stop, I will say it one last time."

The leader of the night neighing hound turned his head towards Ron, with fear in his eyes. Of course he knew the power of this man, if they didn't listen to his advice...

"Don't listen to him, darlings," just as the night-neighing hounds were confronting Ron and others, a malicious laugh came out of the darkness, and then, a big pale and bloodless hand pressed On the head of the leader of the night neighing hound, "Follow your own nature and make a judgment. Who are you going to follow?"

"A true nobleman with ambitions and ambitions, or a group of thieves occupying a magpie's nest?"

"Wait, this voice..." When the big hand appeared, Ron, Sylvia and others were stunned on the spot, "You... it's you!"

"Don't say 'you', 'you', it sounds so uneducated," the owner of the big hand said as he emerged from the darkness. He exuded a thick black and red mist that seemed to be real. The night hounds seemed to enjoy the nourishment of this substance very much. They almost immediately switched sides to his side and rubbed the lapels and trouser legs of the visitor with snoring.

Facing the flattery of these big dogs, the visitor did not resist at all. He showed Ron and others his pale skin, deep dark circles and two sharp teeth outside his lips, looking at everyone with ill intentions. The black and red blood mist condensed and formed on his right hand, turning into a huge two-handed sword like a door panel.

The greatsword did not feel heavy at all, and he could easily hold it with one hand, but except for Anastria, no one dared to really underestimate the weight of the two-handed heavy sword - because many of them had been taught a lesson by this sword.

"Count Richthofen!" Sylvia was stunned. She couldn't help but shout out this name, "You are still alive?!"

"Are you so disappointed?" The vampire count walked towards the crowd step by step. Compared with the last time he fought, he lost his territory and castle, but his strength seemed to be three times stronger!

"It doesn't matter, you won't be disappointed soon," the evening dress with several broken strips danced wildly in the wind, just like its owner's thoughts, "because I will take back what belongs to me!"

"Plus everything you have!"