Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Having a powerful wizard as a companion is better than having an entire army following. Ron looked at the moon elf in surprise, as if he had completely seen through everything.

"Some beings with strong spiritual power will drag everyone around them into illusions. If the environment they are in is not safe, this behavior is almost the same as massacre," Gillianis said lightly, "Many older dragons will hunt in a similar way, or wait for the prey to come to them, or even cook themselves into a dish."

"Some kind-hearted dragons are deeply troubled by this," Sword Song Lion Armor added, "They have to patrol their territory frequently to ensure that no creature is hurt because of their dreams."

"So, there is a dragon... underneath?" Ivy frowned and looked at the dangerous quagmire. Considering the size of the giant itself, if a dragon wanted to wrong itself, it seemed that it could indeed live in it. "No wonder when we were planning to pull Ron up, you kept saying wait, wait, are you judging the other party's position?"

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“Now the judgment is complete!” The barbarian raised the Canglan Grip and said loudly, “The bastard inside has bad intentions. Let’s kill it, along with this ‘nest’!”

“Gillianis is just an analogy, friends,” Sylvia stopped the impulsive barbarian, “No one said there is a dragon inside—benefactor, what did you see down there?”

Ron pondered for a moment, and repeated everything he heard and saw below to everyone: “There is indeed no dragon inside, but there is the ghost of the giant statue under our feet.”

“His state seems incomplete and very unstable. When I asked him questions about the brand, he seemed to be autistic?”

“And the illusion also began to squeeze towards me, like If you hadn't pulled me up in time, I'm afraid I would have..."

"A giant who's easy to talk to," Sword Song Lion Armor sneered, "It sounds like a trap."

"Even for a dragon, it's hard to maintain spiritual power for a thousand years, let alone to lead you in a certain direction and lure you in - unless the giant was a legendary wizard in his lifetime, and a legend among legends."

"Or maybe it's the guy hiding behind the scenes," Anastria looked down with some concern, fearing that the delusional implants whose graves they dug were also a trap, "I think it's very dangerous, can we stop here and turn back?"

"Although it's quite an experience to go with you, I have to go back alive! It may be even more dangerous below, there may be hundreds of giants of this size!"

"Did you hear what Ron said, Aunt Anna," Ivy frowned, "This is their king. The others should be the same size as the ones below. Are you afraid of these wooden sticks?"

"It's okay if you back out: go up there and wait for us, or go back by yourself?"

"No! I, I'd better go with you!" Upon hearing this, Anastasia shook her head quickly, "Don't leave me alone, that would be really dangerous!"

"Any other opinions or suggestions?" Ron sorted out the spells of his equipment and confirmed that the previous failure should be entirely due to the illusion. His skills are still useful. He looked around at his companions and finally asked for their opinions. "According to Nuhawa, the place below is probably where they fought the most fiercely. Because of their failure, both the priests and the nobles above died 'peacefully', so everyone should be mentally prepared."

"In addition, although I don't hold out hope, I'll still look for any records. I always feel that what Nuhawa said cannot be trusted. "

Naturally, everyone had no objection to continuing to explore downwards. It was a pity to turn back just before the final step. However, since they knew what they might face, several spellcasters had perfected their response strategies in advance to prevent being caught off guard when encountering emergencies.

Sylvia held a staff in one hand and a string of scrolls on her waist with the other hand. She followed everyone out of this space and continued to explore downwards. These scrolls were her family assets that she had saved up in her daily life, and now they were useful.

But for some reason, she always felt that there seemed to be an inexplicable feeling in her heart: not a sense of crisis, but not a good sign.

As everyone gradually went deeper into the last floor of the Renaissance Fortress, her feeling became stronger and stronger. It seemed that something was calling her, or... calling the power in her body.

"Miss Sylvia, do you feel uncomfortable?" Count Richthofen, who was led all the way here, suddenly spoke up, and his scarlet eyes looked cunningly at the girl who had once been regarded as a sacrifice by him, "Relax, this is normal. "

"After all, you have accepted the power of that being, so it is normal to feel uncomfortable in places related to him. After all, it was not given to you in the first place."

"So, your power is obtained in a legitimate way?" Sylvia snorted coldly, "Don't worry, I'm fine!"

"Hehe...really? Then at least listen to the old man's advice: if you can't hold on, return the power to me, maybe it can save your life!"

After the Earl finished speaking, he fell silent again. Ron and the others turned back to ask what they were talking about, but they only got a perfunctory answer.

When the magic light shone on the end of the stairs, the dark door of the room opened, as if to welcome their arrival. But everyone already knew the reason: a few centuries before their arrival, a group of spore people and thorn beasts had been welcomed in, or from the perspective of this room, it should be called "welcomed out".

"The door panel was torn into this state." Sera looked at the heavy metal plate lying on the side with a twisted shape, and couldn't help but be amazed, "Such a big force! It seems that the thorn beast did it!"

"But it's good, Ron, so that you don't have to be a human key again--" Sera's voice stopped abruptly, her figure was as swift and agile as a lioness, dragging the Grip of Canglan to the front of the team.

The room was pitch black, and even the elves' dark vision could not see through it. It seemed that magic was working.

"Shh!" Sera raised a finger, signaling the companions behind to keep quiet. A mysterious connection was established between Victoria and her. Under the protection of the spell, the barbarian walked into the unknown darkness cautiously.

With the arrival of the uninvited guest, something in the room suddenly made a "crackling" sound, followed by the barbarian's surprised and angry roar!

"Sera, go to the left!" Ron immediately raised the cloud-explosive arrow that had been on the string, and shot it into the darkness of magic with a cluster of bright tail flames, followed by two more cloud-explosive arrows!

With the explosion of three cloud-explosive arrows, the entire Renaissance Fortress seemed to have set off a major earthquake! (End of this chapter)