Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

The giant was about six or seven stories tall. Although the thorn beast was much shorter than him, for everyone under two meters tall, there was no other way to see the top of their heads except to fly up.

When Ron and others' vision gradually became wider under the control of Gillianis, with Sylvia's exclamation, everyone's eyes were focused on the top of the thorn beast's head that looked down at a nearly triangular shape.

There, a round, dark and strange mark was coiled on the top of the thorn beast's head like a giant python. As the light spell shone on it, the surface of the mark reflected two neat rows of dim light, just like the giant python showed its fangs that could spray venom at any time to everyone!

"What is this... sign?" Ron's back was chilled by the light reflected by this strange mark - this was not a psychological effect!

He could feel that the existence of the mark on the top of the giant beast's head was definitely a powerful and terrifying spellcaster - maybe even more powerful than Gillianis!

At least in his impression, Gillianis's creations never gave him such a creepy feeling!

"Benefactor, you also... felt it?" The vampire wizard hugged his staff to his chest and swallowed hard, "Is this the mark left by its owner? It must be an extremely evil existence!"

Compared to Ron, Sylvia could still sense the camp of the ruler behind this mark to a certain extent, and the result made her feel extremely frightened.

"So, the giant is actually fighting with the owner of this thorn beast?" Victoria frowned slightly, "But why is the body of this thorn beast also left here?"

"Could it be that such a monster is just a consumable for that existence?"

"Don't over-mythologize the unknown enemy, Victoria," Ron reminded, "If the creature that left this mark is really that powerful, it may be very close to a god."

"There must be some missing clues, such as - ahaha, look at the top of this giant's head!"

As the position of the crowd further increased, an even more shocking scene appeared in everyone's eyes: on the top of the giant's head, there was actually an identical mark, and there was more than one!

Three marks that looked like they were carved from the same seal gathered on the top of the plant giant's head, and with the reflection of the light spell, they projected a dangerous sight to everyone. Unlike the top of the thorn beast's head, these three marks seemed to be extremely corrosive, etching uneven scars on the top of the giant's head. Ron controlled the light source to get close to those wounds. They seemed to have pierced through the giant's skull, exposing the tissues inside that were similar to animal brains.

However, over the years, these tissues have long rotted into mud, and countless fungi and microorganisms have multiplied here, treating the inside of a giant's head as the entire world.

"This is not a mark for marking everything, it is used... to kill."

"It seems that when the giant and the thorn beast were fighting, a third party broke in and ended the fight by sneak attack." Ron signaled Gillianis to put him down and land on the top of the giant's head.

This place is not particularly spacious, but it is more than enough for a few people to stand. Ron summoned the weaving preface to try to identify the origin of this spell. The spell book turned the pages over and over at a very fast speed. It seems that there will be no results in a short time.

"It's not easy for you to ask it to identify it," said the sword and lion armor, "This is the work of my other half a few centuries ago. The performance is much worse than this set of armor."

"That was made by the only me at the time, 'I'," Gillianis corrected, "It and the sword and lion armor are not the same kind of work, and there is no point in comparing them."

"And at least, it is much stronger than the mask you tinkered with."

"Every time you quarrel, I can know the result in advance. Gillianis is the winner and the loser." Ivy stood behind Ron, staring at this human who raised a boot and kept madly testing the edge of the giant's "brain hole", ready to step forward and hold him at any time.

"I advise you not to try this, it's very likely to be soft inside..." The half-elf warrior kindly reminded Ron, "If you accidentally fall into it, it's very likely to be like falling into a swamp - Ron?!"

Ron didn't hear his companion's kind reminder, because when he was just trying, his consciousness seemed to be dragged into another space by something.

Finally, with the "snap" sound of the boots falling completely and Ivy's screams like a dream, Ron's mind stabilized again, and he appeared in another twisted and absurd time and space.

"Where is this...?"

Ron hadn't recovered yet, he knocked his head and tried his best to concentrate on observing the surrounding environment, but the strange light around him made him think that he didn't wear the glasses he had taken off for many years: blurry, all the light sources seemed to be radiating around, turning into hazy clouds.

"Why am I here?" This is another question that Ron was thinking about. He tried to start teleporting back to the original world, but his spellcasting was like a drop in the ocean without any sound. Not only the teleportation spell, but also the phantom step, fireball, and even the simplest fire arrow he couldn't cast. Ron felt that the magic he cast seemed to have entered another world.

Ron, who was used to the bizarre scene, did not panic. He began to cast tricks over and over again, trying to find out what went wrong, and then modify it accordingly, so that he could go back as soon as possible. However, when he began to cast the twenty-third spell, a deep and deep voice suddenly sounded in his ears, interrupting his attempt and attracting his attention.

"You are here."

"Who is it!"

Ron reached back to pick up the short bow behind him, but touched nothing, and when he immediately went to take the crossbow on his waist, he only grabbed a handful of air. Ron looked at the source of the sound in astonishment, and a huge gray-green figure made the ground tremble with every step.

He was walking towards him.

The gray-green figure seemed to be very similar to the giant outside, but different. At least the giant outside did not get smaller with every step. When he stood in front of Ron, his size had shrunk to one tenth of the original size.

"You are a dwarf, right?" The gray-green giant, who was about 2.34 meters tall, looked down at Ron as if he was looking at a child. "No, you don't have such a thick beard - so you are the so-called 'halfling' or 'dwarf'?" (End of this chapter)