Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

As the daylight spell disappeared, the fluorescent light of the plants illuminated the dark space again. The barbarian without dark vision pressed her entire body against the glass and looked into the container with wide eyes. In just a few seconds, she was like a spring that had just been compressed to the extreme, and her whole body fell out of the container. It’s time to “bounce”!

"What a ghost! I really saw a ghost this time!" The barbarian picked up the Grip of the Canglan with his backhand and prepared to smash the container in front of him. "There is actually a mummy inside!"

The rest of the people looked in the direction where Sera's sword was pointing. Ivy and other bolder ones even tried several other containers around them. Finally, they finally accepted this fact:

As Sera said: Each container contains a shriveled and dehydrated corpse - these are coffins!

"This is too extravagant..." Victoria couldn't help but said, "Just these glasses alone cost several gold coins! Are they all here?"

"And also add those metal cases? I'm afraid it won't be too cheap, right?"

"A few gold coins a piece is the price of ordinary glass," Gilenis said lightly. Her experiment required a lot of glass equipment, and she knew the market in this area. "One-way glass like this would only cost ten dollars." It takes a few or even dozens of gold coins to buy it.”

"And it's not something you can buy with money. Not many craftsmen can make this kind of thing."

The Moon Elf couldn't help but glance at Ron: He actually recognized this kind of glass. Could it be that if he was born in this world, could his origin be determined?

"Eight, no, twenty-five to twenty-eight, just to be on the safe side," Sword-Singing Lion Armor and himself certainly did not need to establish any special spiritual connection. He muttered at this moment, "Counting the families I have actually met, That’s about it.”

"Speaking of which, have we seen a similar scene in your bedroom?" Ron turned to look at the vampire and asked again, "Your servants are lying in the coffin, forming a circle around your bed. Is it somewhat similar to the current scene? "

"You shouldn't be hiding anything from us, right?" Ron squinted his eyes, making the earl's heart tremble with fear. "Have you actually been here?"

"No, no, I swear I have never been here, and I have never heard of such a secret room down there!" Count Richthofen swore, "I did not get that ritual from here - no, Got it from here, but definitely not here!”

"It's that existence, the existence that made a deal with me! He taught me that ritual and other things!"

"Sir Ron, please take a step back and think about it. If I really learned it from here, how could I use some ordinary coffins to make up the numbers? I am more or less a spell caster. I can't turn a blind eye to such a huge variable!"

The vampire pointed at the glass and metal on these cabins, and his meaning was very clear: first of all, he couldn't afford such expensive materials, secondly, he had no way to buy them, and thirdly, even if he found alternatives, he would have to choose copper and iron. Made of material?

After all, he is also a nobleman, and no matter how he fools things, it is not a perfunctory way like him. The only explanation is that he doesn't know the need to use these things at all.

Ron nodded, agreeing with his excuse: "In that case, there are two possibilities."

"Either, the existence itself belongs here, or at least learned some rituals from here, so he taught it to you; or, even these creatures were taught by him - which do you think is more likely?"

"If we only look at the time when the delusional land was born, the latter possibility is more likely," the elf archmage immediately responded, "but considering that existence should not have reached the point of omniscience and omnipotence, it is even far from that level. , and it cannot be ruled out that he later learned the rituals of these creatures and then threw them to Mr. Richthofen."

"It's just that both in terms of scale and rigor, your lordship is far inferior." Sylvia looked at the "coffins" in front of her. "If you can really replicate this ceremony, maybe you can Rest in peace like them?"

"Rest in peace..." The vampire shook his head as he listened. With his current life form, it was impossible for him to rest in peace, but he could give it a try.

"Can we open all the boards of these coffins and study how they died?" After confirming that there was no strange danger, Sera became bolder again. The tribal chief had no regard for the dead. With respect, he proposed to everyone, "We have quite a few bright minds here. Maybe we can figure out some tricks?"

"This is not difficult."

Several spellcasters looked at each other and agreed with Sera's suggestion. Ron snapped his fingers and used the slight flame on his fingertips to carefully open the vegetation near a cabin: "From the appearance, even if it is really a coffin, it should not be an ordinary coffin. I am more inclined to believe that it is made of Controlled by some kind of agency.”

"The metal walls are not rusty, and the mechanism should not be too damaged. As long as you find the mechanism, you should be able to open it."

"Then what if the mechanism is not found or the mechanism is broken?" Sera asked relentlessly.

Ron's eyes fell on the big sword in her hand. The barbarian was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Hey! It turns out that you also have to consider using brute force!"

"In that case, wouldn't it be better to just do it?"

"It would be best if it could be opened normally without damaging the inside," Ron reached out and touched the bare shell of the cabin, feeling the flow direction of the magic energy in the lines on it, "The inside is all smashed, and it depends on God's will what can be studied."

"Oh, I found it, here."

When Ron's fingers touched the side and rear of the cabin, a slightly raised square cover cheered him up; "Okay, you don't have to smash it open. Let's see who is lying in it!"

Accompanied by a faint sound of airlock deflation, when Ron pressed the button under the square cover, the one-way perspective glass and the surrounding metal shell flipped up, revealing the true face of the deceased inside.

Several heads immediately squeezed together, everyone wanted to see who was lying inside, but the result seemed to be different from what they imagined.

The corpse of the creature inside was indeed a mummy, and the loss of water made its gray-white skin wrinkled, and cracks appeared in some tight places. But Ron felt something was wrong no matter how he looked at it: from his familiarity with human and animal tissues, it didn't seem like a humanoid corpse, the outer layer looked more like... a shell?

Zerg? But the face shape and limbs were close to humans. Ron thought that if there was no special reason, the Zerg would not deliberately abandon their three pairs of legs and only keep two pairs when they turned into humanoids - it didn't make sense.

Just when everyone was confused, Anastasia's voice suddenly rang out:

"Do you think this thing looks like those spore people outside?" (End of this chapter)