Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

At the moment when the mark was spit out with Axuri's burp, another orange-yellow arcane energy immediately appeared from the air, and it was trying to wrap up the rune marks that were gushing out with the acid gas.

This was the second use that Ron derived from the old elf's spell model. He had used it to restrain his opponent before, but now it was used on rune marks that were not real entities.

"Converge!" Ron stretched out his hand and clenched it suddenly. Under the naked eye of everyone, the arcane model that was about to close into a ball actually made a "sizzling" acid corrosion sound from the inside. Ron felt that the runes seemed to have suddenly come to life, and were desperately rushing around in his spell range, and they were about to succeed!

They were eager to return to Axuri's body and lie dormant again!

Ron once again stepped up his efforts, trying his best to stop them from escaping - there were not many such opportunities. If he could control the runes outside of Exuri, he even dared to think whether he could completely separate them from the young dragon!

That dragon lich certainly didn't have the time to come and deal with this matter!

However, in front of the two synonyms of power, the real dragon and the lich, Ron's arcane attainments were still a little lacking. After only ten seconds, the orange-yellow arcane cage had already cracked on a large scale, and black mist seeped out from it. The runes were about to escape again.

And no matter what Ron did at this time, it seemed that he could not stop this process!

"Don't let them get close to me!" Exuri, who had recovered from the earth-shaking "burp", shouted in panic. He spread the dragon wings behind him and tried to escape outside.

Those runes were inextricably linked to his bloodline, and he could clearly sense that they longed to return to his body, just like one pole of a magnet to the other.

The problem was, he didn't want them!

"Don't be greedy, Ron!"

When Ron was almost unable to support his arcane, Gillianis's voice came from the side. At this moment, she couldn't analyze the details of Ron's spell and couldn't directly provide help to stabilize the cage, but as she spoke, an arm armor immediately broke away from her shoulder, as if it had its own thoughts (actually it really did) and jumped onto Ron's arm. Near the shoulder blade, a face exactly like Gillianis appeared, looking solemnly at the black fog and runes that seemed to be able to escape at any time.

Ron was about to ask when a string of obscure ancient elven language was chanted from the face on the arm armor. The silver-white arcane glow as bright as the moon shone from Ron's body, like a trickle of water moistening his almost dry body. In front of him, the orange-yellow cage that was about to collapse was once again solidified, and the runes were imprisoned in it again!

"Outsiders can't help, but magic props can!" Gillianis on the shoulder laughed disdainfully, "How can runes with weak successors compete with us?"

"But Ron, I'm right, if you continue like this, it will only be a waste in the end. Don't be too greedy! Put some back, as long as you can keep a small part, the situation of Exuri can be alleviated a lot!"

"If you can happen to intercept the key runes as a relay or turning point, it will be a great help!"

"You are so right!" Ron put more than 95% of his energy on He was so excited that he didn't even have the energy to control the volume. He could only shout as loud as possible to ensure that Gillianis could hear him clearly. "Then can you give me some guidance, which rune is the key rune?!"

If he hadn't returned all the enchantment he had just learned to the thick stack of textbooks, the runes in it should be a variant of Dragon Language and Purgatory Language, and there might be other languages ​​and symbols mixed in it, which made it impossible for Ron to judge which ones were of great significance and which ones were just extras.

"Even if you ask that..." The moon elf stared at the arm armor that hosted the other half of her. Obviously, this symbol should be the private mark of the lich. Without a beginning or an end, even they couldn't decipher it. "We can't see it either."

Although Ron's orange-yellow arcane energy wrapped around the runes, they could still observe the specific style of the runes, but it was a pity that this could not provide any help.

Simple language deciphering can be solved directly with magic, and slightly more difficult ones can be guessed by one's own knowledge in the context, such as studying scrolls or spell books written by other spellcasters.

But this... you can't just guess it, right?

"Then I'll just guess it!" Ron sighed. Although the arm armor can help him stabilize his position urgently, it is just a delay. If he continues to struggle, all his efforts will be wasted. "Let me think... Dragon language, Purgatory language..."

Related arcane symbols passed through Ron's mind like a revolving lantern. Ron paid special attention to those with similar shapes and structures to the current runes. Soon, three runes entered his field of vision.

When doing multiple-choice questions, the five options are negative one, six, thirty-two, one hundred and eight, and two thousand five hundred and sixty, but what should I do if the result I calculated is five point eight?

Is there any need to hesitate!

"Come out!" Ron freed one hand, and the weaving preface fell into his palm, fluttering with the wind, and magic circles immediately appeared, smashing towards the cage that was about to collapse again.

This time, Ron no longer expected to control all the runes, but only focused on the three familiar figures. With the complete collapse of the orange-yellow arcane energy, a large number of runes wrapped in black mist flew across the sky amid the groans of Exuri outside, and quickly drilled into the body of the young dragon. Only three runes could not escape Ron's control no matter how they rushed left and right, and were sealed up by Ron obediently.

Indistinctly, Ron seemed to hear a howl of both shock and anger. The cry was a little special, and Ron was very sure that it was not the voice of the black dragon lich he had seen.

Could it be that...

Ron held the three magic circles floating a few centimeters above the palm of his hand, watching the rune black mist flowing inside.

What other tricks did the black dragon lich have? Is there another powerful legendary wizard who played a crucial role in its plan?

If this is true, then it is really troublesome. (End of this chapter)