Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Zandia felt like she had had a long, long dream.

At the beginning of the dream, she seemed to have returned to her former home, the Gobi Desert. Although the place was barren and the environment was harsh, it was still the place where she was born and grew up. There, there were her father who was still young and strong, her loyal uncle, and every clan member she remembered and didn't remember, even those orcs. There, she seemed to be back to her childhood, her carefree childhood.

At that time, she could not participate in training or learn to manage the affairs of the clan. Writing and language were new things for her that had yet to be explored, but so what?

There, she watched the sun gradually setting in the afternoon day after day. The warm and comfortable rays of rays shone on her body, almost letting her blend into the golden world. Zandia seemed to see that there There is a magical road in the light that leads beyond the sky, winding up, and it seems that if you follow it, you can reach a legendary world.

It is said that the ancestors of centaurs and horses came out from there and spread fire to every wilderness.

Zandia couldn't remember how many times she had seen this scene. Under her gaze over and over again, the world became more real, and the end of the magical road became closer and closer to her, first on the horizon, and then It reached the top of the mountain, then halfway up the mountain, and finally stretched in front of her.

She had never seen such a gorgeous road. Even the Rose City, which she had seen from a distance, had never had such a road. When she put her front hooves on it, all the bones in her body were soft. The sound of her hooves hitting the road made a sweet ringing sound. The cheerful music made her eager to rush into the distance and embark on a journey to a distant world.

"You don't want to go up there." A familiar voice sounded from behind Zandia. She looked back, but there was only a smile looking at her father and other tribesmen.

She was sure that the sound was not from them.

"Zantia? Go," her father cast a loving look at her, "get up, the horse should run far away, as we do, and so should you."

"Go, we will meet again at the end, that is our only home."

"You don't want to go up there."

Zandia was stunned. The voice sounded again, as if it was right in front of her, but she couldn't see that person?

The voice was familiar, but it was definitely not from her tribe.

"Who are you? Why do you say that?"

"Silly boy, I am your father," the previous patriarch looked at Zandia with some confusion, "Zandia, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's not you." Zandia took two steps back, carefully avoiding the path behind her that was almost going to lead to her feet. "There is another person, and another one - who are you?"

"Where are you talking to me from?"

"Under the light of Tire, Miss Zandia." The voice seemed to be clearer again. It was the voice of a middle-aged woman, sounding sincere and serious. "His majesty is everywhere, but the light here is , but it is not the way to guide you.”

"Because everything here is illusion, wake up and go back to your true friends."

"What are you talking about? This is my home, I grew up here!"

Zandia jumped back warily, and the avenue under the sun turned like a flexible snake, holding her firmly in the air: "Come out and speak! What are you, a wizard?" "

"I can't penetrate deeper into your dream, Miss Zandia," the voice seemed bitter, "wake up from this dream that you have over-whitewashed, otherwise, it will be too late."

"Whitewash? This is my..." A trace of trance flashed across Zandia's eyes, "...home?"

On the horizon, bursts of thunder suddenly rang out, getting closer and closer, followed closely by the dark clouds exuding coldness and death, and the whole world shook as she wavered.

"No! No no no no -"

Zandia was in mid-air, looking at the ground below in horror. There, her father and tribesmen who were still smiling at her with relief suddenly became blurry. As her will swayed again, A whirlwind carrying sand and dust blew by, blowing away most of the skin and flesh on the horses and horses, revealing a trail of thick white bones.

As if this was not enough to shake her will, the whirlwind seemed to tear apart a corner of the curtain. As it rolled away into the distance, the surrounding earth dissipated, revealing its original appearance, which was more transparent than the bones of the centaurs. The snow is like a mirror, reflecting the golden sunlight in the sky, ruthlessly tearing apart the camouflage there.

Zandia looked at the horizon in astonishment. The magical road under her feet was like a dreamlike bubble that would burst at any time. A pale waning moon replaced the setting sun, and the night drove away the sunset. At the end of the road, there seemed to be a toothed tooth. Her big mouth is opening, waiting for her delicious snack to be delivered to her door.

"The fey blood of centaurs and horses is connected to nature, which gives you an intuitive connection with nature," the voice echoed in her ears, "Normally you may not feel it, but on the edge of life and death , but this vision is extremely clear, even more accurate than the illusory predictions of the prophets. "

"What should I do?!" Zandia could no longer care about anything else at this moment. She could only shout loudly, seeking advice from the familiar voice.

"..." The voice was silent for a moment, "What else can I do? Jump down!"

"This is your own dream!"

"Ah!"

Zandia's four hooves suddenly crushed the illusory road under her feet, and she jumped down to the snow. The wind whistled in her ears, and the seemingly harmless snow seemed to have turned into a huge mouth of the abyss in an instant, trying to swallow her. However, just when she felt that she was doomed, a black wing that could cover the sky and the sun suddenly swept in front of her. The broad back covered with shiny black scales lifted her up in one go, and took Zandia to fly steadily to a space crack that appeared at an unknown time.

There were complex and regular symbols around the crack. It seemed that they supported the crack, allowing the huge flying reptile to take people and horses out of this world full of destruction and into the unknown void. If Ron were here, he would definitely be able to see the origin of these symbols.

These are all the effective material structures that he put into the potion to treat the demonic plague! (End of this chapter)