Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Black dragons other than Exuri are not creatures that are willing to make friends. Slavery and exploitation are more likely to occur than cooperation."

As about 90% of the runes were re-integrated into Exuri's body, and no matter how much Ron tried to induce them, they no longer appeared, and everyone finally settled down again. The doors and windows were closed, and the flames in the fireplace warmed the whole room again.

Gilliannis's arm armor returned to her shoulders. The moon elf pondered and did not comment on what Ron said.

"Is it possible that the 'call' of the rune is different from the timbre of the dragon's roar?" Exuri lay beside Ron, using his wings and tail to casually sweep the debris of the chairs to the corner of the room. "If that guy really had an ally as powerful as it, it wouldn't be chased around by that demon lord, right?"

"Even if it really had such an ally, the other party is probably far away, or even in a certain plane, and may not know what's going on here at all?"

After all, if the lich had such a partner, it probably wouldn't have to go through so much trouble.

"I hope so," Ron nodded, no longer dwelling on this. It was meaningless to imagine the enemy based on a false howl. "Let's take a look at these runes that we finally caught. Maybe we can find something based on them?"

"What is the probability?" Gillianis looked up at Ron, smiled and blinked, "I declare in advance that I don't know more than you do."

Just like Ron likes to record spells in English or Latin in the preface of the weaving, these runes are also the "private goods" of their creators. Without the corresponding key, basically don't think about unlocking these three locks and peeking into the mystery behind them.

Dragon language or Abyss language are not of much help in this regard.

"If we look at the similar words and symbols in Dragon Language, the meanings of these three runes should be 'spirit', 'scales' and 'control'," Axuri looked at the runes sealed in the special magic circle by Ron and identified them in a low voice, "As for the purgatory language..."

"The meanings are 'resurrection', 'thunder' and 'cutting'." Ron threw the magic circle into the air to make it float, took out a pen and copied their appearance on the weaving preface.

Just to consolidate memory.

Ron's copying of these runes was not a simple transcription. He observed the shape characteristics of the three runes from all directions and angles, and recorded them all. In his opinion, these runes did not seem to be simply some kind of text or symbol, but more like a model of some kind of spell. However, no one present had seen a similar structure. Although they could recognize the general framework, it was difficult to confirm the details.

"How about we ask those guys with horns underground?"

After a long period of speculation without results, Aixure was obviously a little impatient. He turned around on the carpet, chasing his tail and biting it out of boredom. Since the black dragon's body was still flexible, and the tail accounted for a large proportion, he could really bite his tail from time to time.

It's just that every "success" would also bring pain at the same time. Of course, his own teeth could break the defense of his tail.

"Those devils in Gracia? They won't tell." Ron snorted lightly. The devils are not good people. They hope that something will happen to Ron and finally ask them for help.

Ron raised his head as if he had sensed something, and raised his chin towards the window on one side: "Well, they have answered us."

Aixure looked up and saw that pieces of snow were crumpled into letters and stuck to the window outside the room. Aixure was very sure that there was no such thing just now.

A small piece of charcoal was left next to these snowballs, indicating the origin of the creator, and the snowballs formed two words in the melting process, which were concise and to the point:

"No, I know."

"I know," Gillianis on the Sword Song Arm Guard said, "It's hard for these horned guys to come here specially to save us from going to hell."

It is not easy to enter other worlds from the material plane. Generally speaking, in the outer planes that mortals compare to layers of towers, only the top or bottom layers have channels connected to the material plane, such as Avernus.

That is not a good place, or there is no good place in the Nine Hells. If you want to spend the shortest time to travel from the first layer through layers of purgatory to the sixth layer of Malborge, or even achieve the theoretical achievement of "traveling through the Nine Hells in one day", I am afraid that only a devil archduke can personally welcome and lead the way.

"This is also expected. Gracia will definitely have various ways to monitor and influence this place, unless she intends to completely give up all her previous efforts," Ron pushed three magic circles towards Gillianis, "Do you want to study this?"

"Yes, but unfortunately, I have other research to do," Gillianis sighed, "Since my other half came back, the areas I've been involved in have become narrower and narrower."

"I'm doing this for my own good! What can I achieve by bumping around here and there?" The Sword Song Arm Armor conveyed dissatisfaction, "If I hadn't lost to you by half a move, I would have planned to stop all your current work!"

Gilliannis inevitably quarreled with her other self again. Ron checked Axuri's body and confirmed that the runes remaining in his body were deeply dormant before he left with peace of mind. Gilliannis had no time, so he had to organize people to conduct research, hoping to find some clues and results, so that he could have more preparations and countermeasures in the future.

You sent Ron down the tower, and she was ready to leave and return to her master's old nest, where her duties were.

Ron stopped at the street intersection of Green Swamp Town, looking at the bustling crowd around him, calculating the true meaning and function of the three runes in his heart, and thinking about who could help him in this regard.

The figure of a faded old dwarf quickly entered his mind, but unfortunately the other party was not here, and he had no reason to find Elden or invite him. The most important thing is that the other party's research does not focus on this. If he runs back and forth in vain, it would be a waste of time.

Ron suddenly raised his head and looked somewhere. After a while, a young man with three or five scars on his face ran over breathlessly, waving an envelope in his hand. The envelope looked like it had been kept close to the body and was soaked with sweat. It was frozen into a lump in the cold winter. Evander waved it like a piece of iron.

"Sir! I finally found you!" Evander rushed to Ron in two steps, exhaling white water vapor, and handed the letter in his hand to Ron, "The news from Yungang, I think you should see it!"

"Something happened in the north, in the north!" (End of this chapter)