Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Everything seems to be over.

The lines on Gilenis' arm armor seemed to come alive, moving nimbly, winding up along the palm of her hand, and finally fell into the lion's head, causing the lion's eyes to suddenly light up. After a moment, the blue light dissipated and it became silent again.

But for some reason, Ron always felt that the lion's head seemed to be really alive. Even though it was motionless, he always felt as if he was being stared at by it.

"What you did just now was very dark," Gilenis glanced at Ron with a half-smile, "Those punches made me feel pain even just looking at them."

That's another her! Even though there was no telepathy between them, just seeing that deflated look made it feel like he had suffered something.

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"Stop that cat crying like a mouse, huh," the lion head on the gauntlet suddenly made a voice exactly like Gilenis's, "It's not you who gets beaten!"

"What do you mean? Didn't you say that we are one body?"

"Then you come inside this broken armor! I'm wearing you - talk!"

Probably because she no longer had the baggage of a skin, and was included in a magic item as the core of intelligence, Gilennis completely let herself go, and her not-so-pleasant tone became even meaner.

"I'd be happy to, but you don't know how to maintain and repair the Swordsman Lion Armor," Gilenis said with a faint smile on her face, "Don't worry, I don't have the tendency to abuse myself. When I get back to the laboratory Finally, there are still a lot of things to adjust.”

"But now, you are here to lead the way. Where are the clues you found before?"

"Just go out and walk underground, tsk," Sword Song Lion Armor made a sound, and a wisp of light flew out of the lion's head, dancing like a firefly in front of everyone, "Follow this, I don't care if you fall behind. Not."

"Wait, wait, Jane," just as everyone was about to continue exploring the depths of the cave, the two old elves hesitantly spoke, "What about me, what should I do?"

"Of course you are of no use, teacher," a voice came from the sword-song lion armor, "You won't live long anyway, why not enjoy the hard-earned extra life?"

"I would rather not have this extra life." The two old elves looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly. "The human-shaped body is as old and weak as I was before I died, and the spider-shaped one doesn't even look like a human. Without it, what else is there to enjoy?”

"You two, if you don't want to continue wandering around in the world, I think I can help." Ron looked at the two old elves and raised a hand, gray mist lingering between his fingers. .

"Have you ever heard of the Realm of Death? How about going there?"

"This..." the old elf hesitated, "Of course I know about death, but the life course of elves is slightly different from other races. To be more specific, death is not the real end."

"After we age and experience a change called salvation, our souls will return to our divine kingdom, Avandor. My first death was not a normal end, so I was not allowed to enter. This time I still want to … Still want to get back to where we started and where we ended as much as possible.”

"It's just... I don't know if Shahani Moonbow can still accept the soul that was dismembered in half, haha."

Ron didn't quite understand how the mysterious cycle of life and death of elves worked, so he didn't dare to act rashly, but fortunately, the gray mist itself was an extension of the death realm and Ernest's will, and it only lasted a few seconds. After a while, a piece of knowledge appeared in Ron's head out of thin air.

Whether you call it an "initiation" or an "oracle," it just happened. Compared to the first two claims that it was too mysterious, Ron felt that this was probably more of a "science popularization" type of activity.

"You don't have to worry about this," Ron smiled slightly, "Or if you want to return to Avandor, going back from the realm of death is the most convenient way - after all, gods can only interfere with each other, and as for the soul Of course, the Master of Laws is an expert among experts in this field.”

"Your soul will return to the throne of the elven gods in perfect condition, and enjoy the joys of the wild wildness until the next time Adri Faenya, the winged goddess of air and sky, brings you from heaven, Start your mortal life again.”

When Ron said this, he didn't notice the faint light on his body at all - it was some kind of divine proof, showing that every word he said was inspired by the gods.

Ernest is not a god of tricks. Although his popularity and strength may be slightly inferior to those powerful gods, his decrees are still very credible.

"In that case...it's up to you, Lord Lord."

Hearing this, the old elf breathed a sigh of relief. They sat cross-legged on the ground, letting Ron control the gray mist to wrap them together. When Ron felt that his control over the gray mist gradually weakened, until finally the gray mist completely disappeared. After dissipating into the material plane, there was no trace of them anywhere where the old elves were sitting.

"Have a good trip, teacher," Gilenis sighed softly, and shrugged the armor on her shoulders complainingly, "You said you do the same, why do you have to bother him? Why not let that evil daughter of the Ryan family suffer. This crime?"

"Everything could be simpler."

"When you say it's simple, do you mean you can kill her as soon as you meet her?" The lion head retorted, "Why do you think it's your turn to do it? We are alone!"

"And that idiot, ha, without the constraints of the Hailan Empire, she really doesn't deserve to enjoy my achievements! It's a waste to let her wear that string of Hailan Pride!"

In Gillianis's view, Hailan Pride and the amethyst slab and those gems are almost the same, all of which can be regarded as toys. But toys also have to be distributed to people to play with.

Ron and others found most of them, and she wouldn't say a word, but that woman - may her soul never return to Avandor!

"And you also heard what the teacher said, he himself had some accidents and was rejected by the goddess, I just let him play with his remaining heat - lying down is lying down, what's the benefit of going directly to other planes? It's the same suffering wherever you go."

For elves, the only paradise is of course their paradise. Although other planes have their own advantages and disadvantages, they are just like that if you have to say it.

"You almost said that even Sir Ron's ability to send the teacher back to heaven is part of your plan," Gillianis shook her head helplessly, "Forget it, continue to lead the way. In the mortal world, we still have our work to complete." (End of this chapter)