Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

When Evandell, with his few remaining defeated soldiers, was chased all the way here by the real Seymour and others, he saw exactly this scene.

The corpse of the robber who was offered a bounty of half a million gold coins in Yungang because of his cunning, cruelty, and ability to disguise himself was hung in the middle of the road by the goblin, with his hands spread out like a scarecrow. A rat with red eyes and snow-white fur lay on the shoulder. It looked at them steadily with its eyes. It lowered its head to expose its front teeth and cut off a small piece of flesh.

Baymax, who grew up in the goblin lair, is not a pet rat. If it weren't for the "extra" alley created by magic, what should be lying on the corpse now is a swarm of rats driven by Drivedo.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, Mr. Holt." Ron turned around from behind the fake Seymour's body and greeted him with a twitching corner of his mouth, "You managed my territory well, eh."

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"You, you, you -" Evander's expression looked like he had seen a ghost, "Ron?! How did you come back so fast!"

"Is it fast? Why don't I think that it was said to be three or four days at first, but now it has been exceeded." Ron looked at this guy. Originally, he wanted to keep him as a tool for a while, but now it seems that he can't. " You don’t want me to come back so soon?”

"It goes without saying." Ivy rolled her eyes and muttered softly.

"No, no! You shouldn't come back!" Evandell panicked. What panicked him was not the fact that Ron and others came back, but other information derived from it, "This is impossible! You should You can’t teleport back here!”

"Oh?" Ron's eyes flashed, "Does this have anything to do with you?"

He had tried to teleport back directly several times before, but they all ended in failure. Ron originally thought it was caused by some kind of natural disaster, but he was a little curious as to why teleportation to Delusion Land was prohibited. Could it be related to Dracolich.

It's not that he ignored the factor of Evander, it's just that this guy... really doesn't seem to be able to do such a big job.

Evandell has some spell-casting ability, which is considered a small talent among ordinary people, but compared to Ron, he is far from strong. Ron does not think he has this ability. In the end, I didn’t expect that it actually had something to do with him.

"How did you do it Mark?"

For the first time, Ron thought of his servant. If there was anyone who was the most suspicious character around Evander, it was undoubtedly that servant.

It's just that in Ron's memory, Mark seems to be just an old sailor who quit the ocean...

"Bang" A heavy object fell to the ground with a muffled sound. As the sound spread faintly in the dark alley that had been extended by magic for unknown lengths, the surrounding scenery was shattered like a dream. When everyone came to their senses again, everyone was blocked at the entrance of the alley. .

After the magic is broken with the death of the caster, this alley is no different from most streets - except for the "scarecrow" still swaying in the wind at the entrance.

"It's not him," Gilenis's voice rang, and the Moon Elf became a human again and walked towards Evander Holt, whose face had been distorted into an inhuman form due to extreme fear, "Mark is just a human being. He is just a spellcaster who specializes in illusions. He can drag the entire Green Marsh Town into an illusion and make Constance run in the alley for a lifetime, but it is still a bit too foolish to stop your teleportation. "

"Even I didn't notice this change. If you didn't tell me when you came back, I probably would never have discovered that you were unable to teleport back to Green Marsh Town for such a period of time."

Everyone lowered their heads to look at the body that was thrown to the ground by Gilannis. Mark, or some creature that used to be Mark, had completely lost its human form. His body had a darker appearance than Mindatis and Saran at that time. The dragon scales looked stronger and more ferocious, but when it was piled into a pile, everyone noticed its inner emptiness - there were no bones in its body!

"The Abisha Dragon Demon is not something you can see casually, even if it is just an infinitely close creature." Gilenis seemed completely unaware of the awed looks around her, and clapped her hands casually, "Before The purity of the two is too low, and the identity is a bit sensitive, but this one is different. "

"I'm going to do a little experiment on him, Ron, you don't mind, do you?"

"M-Uncle Mark!" Evandel was stunned for a while before he understood what was going on, and couldn't help shouting, "Uncle Mark! No, this is not true! You clearly said that, you clearly - "

"'Backhand', 'True Card', whatnot, right?" The face on Gilenis's shoulder laughed disdainfully, "Wake up, silly boy! Don't you think that he is really in front of me? Do you have that chance? Even in the wild, it would only take a little effort to kill him, let alone here? "

"Although the tower in Exuri is not my own mage tower in the strict sense, it is still my territory after all. A little guy from the illusion school wants to challenge me? Are you overthinking something?"

Gillianis didn't mean to belittle the school of illusion at all when she said this. In fact, no matter which school Mark belongs to: protection, conjuration, prophecy, enchantment, or evocation, illusion, necromancy, or transformation, all he can influence is Gillian. The words in Nice's sentence just now are just the words, and the rest will not change at all.

No matter what trump card he has, even if he calls down the lich's true body that is most likely still fighting the fungal queen, it will be useless, because Gillianis will never give him the chance to use it.

"Surrender, Evander," Ron waved his hand, and the people in front and behind immediately surrounded him, blocking Yungang's troops in the alley, "Since you really helped me a lot, I can at least send your whole body back to the Holt family."

It is definitely impossible to put it back alive, but it is not a good idea to do it completely. Returning the body the same way is also a common method used by both sides of the truce in this world-it can be resurrected anyway, generally speaking.

"Go to hell! Stop pretending to be a good guy!" Ivender's eyes were red. He suddenly pulled out a knife and stabbed it hard into his chest with red eyes. "I have followed you for so long, and you are nothing at all! You are just a mud leg who got lucky!"

"You actually killed Uncle Mark... I will never let you go! What's so great about being a legend? I am just a mortal! All my visions will be fulfilled today!"

"Be careful! He is going to summon something!" Yelena shouted loudly. This panicked shout made Ivender's face appear with a hideous satisfied smile.

But to others, Shadow Spirit's voice sounded like... a bad word.

Fire and sulfur, blood and erosion, all kinds of different elements emerged with the sword-shaped traces of Ivender inserting the knife into his chest, and gathered into a huge vortex on the ground.

No one interrupted his spellcasting and summoning ritual. Even Gillianis, who was closest to him, took a few steps back and made room for him. Of course, in Evander's eyes, this behavior was a sign of fear of his own trump card.

Soon, a figure, a graceful figure emerged from the vortex. She had a pair of black wings growing behind her, and she held a strange-shaped sword in her hand.

"Mortal Evander Holt! You have signed a contract with me. In exchange for your soul, I will solve your..." The female voice that sounded so familiar and seductive to Ron suddenly stopped.

"Uh... Ron?" (End of this chapter)