Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"What is that in your hand--" Following Gillianis's request, the two old elves focused their attention on Ron. When they saw the gray mist in Ron's hand, they all showed a look of horror at the same time, "Isn't that the gray mist of the dead realm?!"

"Without a doubt, that is the symbol of the Lord of the End," the spider elf nodded affirmatively, "The Lord of the End is also known as the Lord of the Changes, could it be that you are?"

"No, I'm just a mortal," Ron's answer did not dispel the doubts of the two old elves, but he did not intend to continue explaining. He walked up to the two of them, waved his hand to disperse the gray fog, and took out several bottles of alchemical potions from his alchemical backpack, "Come on, drink them."

"If it doesn't work, let our priest heal you two. After that, I still have some questions to ask you - maybe a complete old elf can answer these questions for me?"

"Complete? I refuse!"

The spider elf did not resist Ron's proposal, but the other old elf turned his head to the other side without saying anything: "Can't you control the gray fog? Very good, take me away! Better than being mixed with a bunch of redundant data!"

"I used to be the youngest senior scholar among the elves. I must remain true, accurate, profound and professional! How can I Can I be mixed up with such a mistake? ! "

"I don't mind being trapped with a fool," the spider elf said, "but what he said is not entirely wrong. In the days that followed, I did a lot of stupid, 'smart', ugly, and 'beautiful' things to survive. Jane, I am no longer worthy of owning that sword. I am sorry for the motto on it."

"But I still want to live, I don't want to die. It's not easy to crawl out of the grave, I don't want to lie back so soon."

"Climb out of the grave?" Gillianis looked at the half-spider, half-elf teacher. She did not find any characteristics and breath of undead creatures from the other party, so she decided to let it go for the time being.

"If that's the case, please tell me why." Gillianis looked at the old elf who would rather die than accept treatment, and hesitated for a moment, "Teacher, I want to confirm again: did you really intend to kill me just now?"

"Of course, you must die, sorry," the old elf looked into the disciple's eyes, but it seemed like he was looking at another person, "If you were smart enough, you should be able to find that the dagger is very suitable for you, and it can kill you in an instant, instead of being unable to kill this stupid thing after stabbing it into his body."

"You talk as if you are happy to see me die." The spider elf laughed.

"In other words, this dagger is tailor-made for you," the old elf paused and continued, "She knows all your weaknesses and knows how to use them."

"Unfortunately, I am not strong enough, and with this variable messing around, I failed - what a pity."

"So, someone hired or asked you to kill me?" Gillianis raised her eyebrows, and automatically flipped through the thick, dusty lists in her mind, and began to search one by one for those who had grudges against her and who might still be alive.

She gave up quickly - because there were too many, and she was not sure which one it was.

"Okay, but you should have a better chance, right?" The Elf Master asked the second question, "I once came to you alone, and I was not prepared at all at that time. Why didn't you do it at that time?"

"A dagger with such a structure, even if it is a disposable item, cannot be made in a short period of time. You already had it a few days ago, right?"

"This is very simple, because you are not prepared, and I am not prepared either," said the old elf, "Logically speaking, you should not find me. I should hide completely behind the scenes until you confront this idiot, and then show up, and use your wrong "familiarity" with me to lead you to my side."

"But you... your power is far beyond my understanding, and you actually found me first! Do you think I really have a chance to take out the dagger and stab you in the face, even if it is just you?"

"No." Gillianis's answer was simple and clear. Even a sneak attack can't succeed, let alone a head-on confrontation?

"The last question: Even if someone asks you, why would you agree? You are the teacher who spent that time with me, why would you agree to kill me?"

Gillianis put this question at the end, because in her opinion, it was really insignificant. As her strength gradually recovered, even if the most difficult opponent came, she could deal with it calmly, not to mention the stuff that only dared to play this kind of trick.

"Jane, now that things have come to this point, you have not figured it out yet?" The spider elf behind Gillianis poured the last bit of alchemy potion into his mouth and stood up staggeringly, "Who do you think he will listen to?"

A flame-shaped dagger that was the same as the old elf's just used, but slightly different, was taken out by the spider elf from somewhere, held high in his hand, and suddenly stabbed Gillianis's neck!

"Of course he listened to you!"

The spider elf felt the short sword fall into the air without any surprise. Gillianis appeared in another direction again. Her lake blue eyes swept over the spider elf who had just deliberately spoken to her to remind her, and the old elf who looked at her with regret, and fell into the deep corridor where everyone had just come from.

Gillianis Galanold pressed the lion head on her shoulder, and this magical prop immediately bit her palm. The blood of the moon elf flowed into the arm armor along the groove, and the sword lion armor immediately made a series of clanging sounds, as if it had come alive!

"Form a formation--" Ron raised the short bow in his hand and reminded everyone loudly. Everyone, including Anastria, who was stunned, gathered around Gillianis and formed a formation. Ron held a cloud explosion arrow in his hand, and the light of the last disintegration technique danced at his fingertips. The gray mist was hidden in the cuffs, and no one noticed it.

As long as the despicable mastermind behind the scenes showed up, he would give the other party a fatal blow!

However, with the sound of boot heels hitting the ground coming closer and closer, a moon elf, a moon elf wearing a blue-green dress with gold inlays and a light-colored ball mask decorated with gold, silver and feathers, walked up slowly! The black and red blood mist was floating behind her humbly, and the pale face of Count Richthofen could be seen faintly.

Everyone looked at each other, and the mask that was in name only did not affect everyone's recognition of the identity of this moon elf, but the more so, the more ominous the feeling in their hearts rose and grew!

"Gillian...Nice?" Anastria barely managed to pronounce the name and almost bit her tongue.