Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Speaking of which, what do you think?" Sylvia looked at the Elf Archmage who had reunited but not completely, curiously. "Are you not going back to Afandor?"

"It's hard to say," the two Gillianis said in unison. "Maybe I will go, maybe not. It depends on future changes."

"Anyway, it won't be that bad. At worst, I'll just turn into a lich," said Sword Song Lion Armor casually. This transformation that countless spellcasters who have reached a dead end have to work hard to complete is just a backup measure among backup measures for them. "If the next few centuries are good but not the best, I don't mind reuniting and going to the Wilderness to be free for a while."

"What do you mean by good but not the best?" Ivy asked, but she didn't get a response from the other party. Instead, Gillianis looked at the half-elf with a somewhat pitying look.

"Rather than asking about our ending, you should think about yourself," the moon elf's eyes were filled with exploration and slight uncertainty, "The existence of half-elves is like a loophole in the order of reincarnation, and the gods have never explained this. So, who are you?"

"A weakened elf soul connected to the gods? A real elf trapped in a half-elf body? Or a human in a skin similar to that of an elf?"

"Me?" Ivy raised her eyebrows and laughed heartily, "I think I should be Ivy. The rebellious daughter of my parents, the adventurer who runs around wildly, and... everyone's companion."

The half-elf warrior glanced at Ron specifically.

"My body and my spirit together make me, and a single part cannot fully express my identity!"

"Interesting," the moon elf nodded, "No wonder young elves regard the form of half-elf as a novel experience rather than a threat - it is indeed very interesting to see the world from another perspective."

"Thank you for your optimistic attitude, Miss Ivy, you don't have to think too much about this in the future - I will help you find the answer, it should be soon, before you get old."

"I always feel that you guys who don't take centuries of life seriously are particularly annoying - of course I'm not talking about you, Aunt Anna," Ivy rolled her eyes, "Okay, okay, if you really find it, don't tell me, I'm too lazy to listen."

The mood of everyone who solved the biggest trouble was relaxed, and they followed the guidance of the sword and lion armor to the deeper cave underground. Of course, they did not forget to bring Count Richthofen with them. The vampire was very tactful and did not interrupt. As an undead creature, he has lost the right to speak in this regard. After his death, what awaits him is probably only endless nothingness and loneliness.

This is his end.

Perhaps the power of Jian Yong Shi Kai when he had a physical body was still in effect. When Ron and others passed through the increasingly dense forest of red mold, all the fungi seemed to have turned into mimosas. They would curl up immediately when they touched people and dared not move at all. In the darkness, some spore people and thorn beasts observed them from a distance. Once they found that they were discovered, they would quickly flee away.

"These are all the achievements of the teacher. In his opinion, if you want to become one of the 'legal' lords of delusion, you should at least have a group of obedient subjects," Jian Yong Shi Kai explained, "but unfortunately, his idea is probably wrong. Neither he nor I can pass that test."

"Now the only person here who has had relevant experience is this dead man."

"Hey, hey," the vampire count laughed awkwardly when he found that the topic was brought to himself, "Actually, there is nothing strange about this. After all, I was a real count before."

With a title, a castle, a fiefdom, and even a living person at that time, he could certainly pass that test. But now it seems that it is not a good thing.

Ron and others soon found the special checkpoint. Ron looked up and down at the metal wall in front of him that had not been touched for a long time and was covered with the most primitive form of red mold. It was six meters high and three meters wide. The thickness was unknown, but judging from the senses alone, it should not be too thin.

"Mr. Earl, have you been inside? What is behind it?"

"The source of power," the vampire earl revisited the old place and restrained his smile. He said seriously and solemnly, "That was the fire left by the previous generation of delusional forces before me. They once had a very glorious civilization, but in the face of supreme power, they could not escape after all."

"At that time, I thought that I should be able to avoid repeating the same mistakes. After all, what they encountered had not appeared in our plane for many centuries."

"Unfortunately, it's not that, there are others, and even the whole thing itself seems like a trap," The imprisoned vampire smiled bitterly, "But to be honest, I don't believe it, and I still don't believe it now."

"That power was so close to me, how could it be a trap?"

"Perhaps it is because that power is so close to you that it is more like a trap," Driver grinned, "Before falling into the pit, every prey feels that it will soon eat food - some even chew it."

"For example, me," the pale face of the vampire count turned even paler, "May I ask you what you are going to do with me?"

"Nail me to death with a stake or something? Let the sun burn me to ashes? Or..."

"That depends on your performance," Ron took two steps back, and Driver stepped forward and slowly cut away the red mold on the surface of the metal wall with a dagger enchanted with strong acid, "Your best result is worse than letting you go directly."

"Being a prisoner is better than being really dead," the vampire smiled, "Even if you plan to seal me, I will still see the moon one day after several years."

Sera snorted and pushed him forward: "You have a good mentality-go, how do you open this wall?"

"As the great wizard said, only the current ruler can open this door," the vampire staggered and barely stood firm, "I am a waste now, only Sir Ron can open it."

"Just put your hand on it, this thing is still quite sensitive, the power of the previous generation before me was amazing, and their creations have not been damaged until now."

Ron didn't dare to believe the vampire's words. He carefully put his hand close to the metal wall, ready to withdraw his hand and jump away at any time. But to his surprise, before his hand completely touched the wall, the entire metal had already responded.

A faint red light slowly lit up along the hidden lines on it, followed by light green. When the entire wall was covered in light green light, accompanied by the sound of a "click", the wall gently slid to one side, revealing the space behind.

The door opened. (End of this chapter)