Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Come on, let me meet you."

Without giving the vampire more room to think, the Sword Song Lion Armor has already begun to chant independently of its master. At the same time, Gillianis swung her sword and approached while casting a spell synchronously. Above "Silence", the terrifying magic glow oppressed the earl so much that he couldn't breathe!

Using arcane and martial arts at the same time? ! The vampire was shocked. In his long life, he had only seen one and a half people who could really do this!

The half was Ron standing opposite him. Since his spellcasting was mediated by bows and arrows, the only arcane spells that could be used in this way were those ray-type arcane spells, so it could only be counted as half.

As for the others, including him and himself, although they were proficient in both swordsmanship and magic, they were still far from "using them at the same time"!

"Who are you?"

The vampire count carefully used blood magic to protect himself, and with the heavy sword in his hand, he resolved the attacks of the moon elf one by one. In the eyes of outsiders, he seemed to be fighting on equal terms with the opponent, but he knew very well that if he did not seek change, his defeat was a foregone conclusion!

The moon elf ignored his question at all, and the attack in his hand became more and more fierce. Several violent elements washed over his cold body, bringing him the same pain and fear as when he was alive. Richthofen kept changing his form between the original form, liquid, gas and even various small animals, but he could only despairingly find that the opponent's blade was getting closer and closer to his heart!

That night, his hundreds of years of hard work made wedding clothes for others. With an unbalanced mentality, he fled back to the place that changed the fate of their family, and there he had a new adventure.

The time coincided with the large-scale mutation of those strange red molds. The count, who found that he would not be regarded as prey, decided to seize this opportunity, come back with the power of nature, and regain everything that should belong to him.

The good news is that he actually met Ron and others in advance, which can be said to be a deliberate plan!

The bad news is that although the other party encountered him unintentionally, he had a more powerful helper around him!

What is going on!

The vampire count roared in his heart. Finally, after being in danger again under Gillianis's sword, he finally gave up the idea of ​​fighting with the other party one-on-one. The whole person turned into a black mist, and with the wind in the wilderness, he swept towards the night hounds who had been watching the battle for a long time and had been restless.

"Little ones, go up and tear them apart!"

The vampire who had recondensed into a human form let out a scream, and the heavy sword in his hand turned into two wisps of blood mist, which gathered behind him and turned into a pair of wide bat wings.

Anyway, these hounds were not his property, so he didn't feel bad about letting them go as cannon fodder...

Although he hadn't officially changed his allegiance, the giant leader, as the strongest night hound, had obviously sensed the new evil master's thoughts. He looked back in confusion, but got a vicious look from the other party!

"What are you looking at! Hurry up!" Richthofen shouted, but he retreated faster and faster, "Come back to me after you're done!"

"If you can't do this little thing, just die in their hands!"

The hounds became agitated, and when Ron and others tried to chase the vampires, they finally chose to form a formation and block everyone's way.

The hound leader lowered his body and stared at the eager Sera, Anastria and others unkindly, as if if they dared to rush up, he would immediately respond with fangs and claws!

However, one person stopped the two sides, and his pale hand grasped the front half of the cane, lying between his companions and his own pets.

"Sylvia, didn't you see that they all changed sides?" Sera looked at the vampire mage with an unhappy face, "You are wasting our time!"

At the same time, the night hounds did not seem to appreciate it, but kept threatening their masters, and they were only one thought away from launching a real attack.

And these hounds never lack aggressive thoughts.

"It won't take too long," Sylvia faced the hounds and turned her back to her companions, "I know what you bastards are thinking, we are the real master and servant, aren't we?"

"We have a mental connection, don't we?"

As magical creatures, and magical creatures born specifically to serve their masters, the night hounds have such a racial talent: when the night hounds and their masters exist in the same plane, they can use magic connections to tell their masters what their senses detect, and they can also communicate with each other through mental connections.

When Richthofen gave the hounds the order to leave, Sylvia could clearly sense their reluctance, but this was their job.

As evil servants, the night hounds undoubtedly expected their masters to be so evil, ruthless and despicable, but as creatures, how could they be willing to execute such an order that was obviously a suicide mission?

They have been following Sylvia for more than half a year. Don’t they know what kind of power their master and his friends have?

But what can they do? Several night hounds showed a struggling look, their erect pointed ears drooped down, and they looked at Sylvia listlessly.

They didn't intend to beg for forgiveness, but they were unwilling to continue attacking - they needed a reasonable reason to get out of the predicament in front of them.

"That vampire didn't intend to take you in at all. Can't you see that?" Ivy frowned at the hesitant hounds, "Even if you don't want to continue serving Sylvia, get out of the way!"

"Otherwise, don't blame us for not remembering the old friendship!"

The half-elf's words seemed to have the opposite effect. The night hounds that were barely appeased by Sylvia became restless again. This time they even began to try to attack the vampires! If Sylvia herself was not good at fighting, she would have been thrown to the ground!

"Damn it, did I say something wrong?" Ivy rushed forward a few steps, waving the tower shield in front of Sylvia to stop the hounds from going crazy.

The vampire wizard frowned, but did not blame him. He just explained: "Nighthounds must serve their masters. They are born for this. You said they are unwilling to serve me anymore, which is almost pushing them to the side of the count."

"I'm sorry, I don't know..."

"Forget it, I don't expect to convince them to come back just by talking," Sylvia raised her hand and put it on Ivy's shoulder, pushing the half-elf in heavy armor to the side, "You get out of the way, I'll do it next."

"Don't you guys like powerful masters?" The crystal on the top of Richthofen's scepter emitted a lot of black mist. Sylvia's whites seemed to be eroded by the black mist and gradually turned black. In the dark eye sockets, two red lights were so dazzling that they seemed to absorb all the light around.

The mage murmured, and something in her body seemed to break the container and escape. In the black fog, countless red and black magic lights wove a luxurious and dignified evening dress for her, allowing Sylvia, a former slave who already had a bit of aristocratic temperament, to truly complete the transformation into a great noble.

Sylvia slowly fell backwards, and the black fog gathered behind her to form a large armchair. She slowly stretched out her hand with unquestionable authority. Under her momentum, all the night hounds became obedient. They crawled on the ground, making yelping sounds, and trying to please their masters.

"You like to serve powerful evil..." Sylvia looked at all the hounds expressionlessly. The powerful force oppressed these creatures, and soon they couldn't even make a sound. "Maybe I'm not evil enough, but I'm indeed powerful."

"At least, it's better than a drowned earl who has lost his territory!"