Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Ron stood on the high tower, overlooking the bustling crowd in the Green Swamp Town below.

Among them, the big movement on "Fireplace Street" concerned him the most - there were several workshops and laboratories in the territory, including Rurik's blacksmith shop, Lavinia's alchemy workshop, the handicraft workshops of the shapeshifters, and even Gilliannis's research institute. Today, they will welcome a new neighbor.

The wizard tower of civil warlock Anne has been basically built and is about to be completed.

"I thought it would be higher," Exure, who was following Ron, snorted, "like here!"

"You are the dragon in our territory, so of course you should have the highest nest," Ron smiled, "and the higher the wizard's tower is, the better."

"Different schools and different experiences of wizards have different ideas when building their own wizard towers, and tower buildings are just one of them. Palaces, shops, wooden houses and even basements can be used as 'magic towers'. Annie just chose the style she likes."

"Hmm... like Teacher Gillianis's research institute?" Exure thought for a while, "But it doesn't seem right. The last time the spellcaster from Yungang invaded , she also seemed to have exerted her power here..."

"Because neither of these two can be considered my 'real' wizard tower," the moon elf appeared silently on the terrace and looked at Ron, "As a lord, shouldn't you go and cut the ribbon for Annie at this time?"

"It's not time yet," Ron waved his hand, "You can 'airdrop' to the scene quickly from here, there's no need to go early."

"But you, as a legendary wizard, don't have your own 'position'..."

The moon elf interrupted Ron with a chuckle: "Don't worry about this, Green Swamp Town is good enough."

This is of course a personal matter of the wizard, and Ron couldn't say more. Since Gillianis said it's good now, it must be good.

In the past few days, Sylvia often went to the vampire castle through the teleportation array, and she thought she used the ready-made buildings there-she was the heir chosen by the earl himself. Although the process in the middle was a bit tortuous, now that the earl is gone, it is naturally her property.

Afterwards, the ribbon-cutting ceremony went on as usual. The only thing that surprised Ron was that there was a hill giant among the attendees. The wisdom of their giants was extremely limited, but this big guy contributed a lot in the process of Anne building her territory, and the two sides unexpectedly established a deep friendship.

The appearance of the giant in the town caused quite a stir, but it soon subsided. Many people in this city have seen the giants helping to defend the city and participating in street fights with undead creatures. Under their legends, the newly moved in residents quickly turned panic into strong curiosity, so that when the giant was about to leave, they had to be extremely careful to avoid being trampled.

Humans of this size are better, at least they will not be stepped on by giants, but there are races such as dwarves, halflings, goblins, and kobolds here, and being hit by a big and strong giant is not a trivial matter.

The excitement brought by the ceremony came to an end with the departure of the giant. Just as Ron was about to return to his residence, he caught a glimpse of the end of Fireplace Street. The teleportation array on the square suddenly lit up, and a slender figure with white hair turned into a gray whirlwind and rushed over here quickly.

The white-haired woman's face was also pale, which set off her bright red eyes. There was only one person on the Delusion Land who had such a face that was obviously different from ordinary people - Sylvia.

"Benefactor!" The vampire wizard who rushed forward nodded to the dazed Anne and Gillianis beside him, "Sorry Miss Anne, I was busy with magic experiments before - is your ceremony over? Do you mind if I 'borrow' the Lord for a while?"

"Of course," Anne nodded, "Miss Sylvia, you told me before that you don't have to apologize... The ribbon-cutting here is over."

"That's good, I hope I didn't disturb your interest." Sylvia smiled reluctantly, and then motioned Ron to follow her to a convenient place to talk.

"Benefactor, it seems that there is...something wrong over there."

"Those demons and the survivors of Falama?" Ron raised his eyebrows, "What will happen to them? Could it be...that the filthy demon has reached the time to take office?"

Ron's words were rather obscure. After all, the premise for the filthy demon to return to Purgatory is that all the survivors of Falama died of natural causes.

But if he remembered correctly, there seemed to be young people and children in there. Even if they were seriously affected by the devil, a year would not be enough to cause all of them to suffer misfortune.

"It's hard to say," Sylvia frowned slightly, "but I suspect that if we don't intervene, their days will soon be over."

"What did you find?"

"The beacon smoke," Sylvia replied, "The smoke column is high and thick, and it lasts for a long time. It's too far from Green Swamp Town, but I can easily observe it on the side of the castle. I think if nothing happened over there, they wouldn't light something so recognizable."

"That's really strange," Ivy said. Anne's magic tower was newly built, and the list of invitees could not be limited to a few people. Ivy and others were also among them. "Why did it order that kind of thing? Generally speaking, it serves as an early warning of enemy attacks, but as a demon, it should have more convenient means, right?"

"Don't forget, due to previous actions that were contrary to the chaotic tendencies of the abyss, their power has declined severely," Ron reminded. "Maybe joining Purgatory will help them not die, but in such a short time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make up for the losses of the previous few centuries. . "

"But that doesn't mean we need to use such means, or maybe it's not them?" Victoria did not comment on Ron's explanation, "Do you want to go and have a look?"

"It's definitely too late to start from here, and the transmission deviation is also large. After all, we are not very familiar with that village," Sylvia said immediately, "but we can first teleport to the castle, which is closer. Even if there is a deviation, it can be within an acceptable range."

Ron and the others looked at each other, and immediately dispersed and went back to prepare their equipment. Sylvia quickly returned to the square and began to maintain the operation of the transmission array again.

At this time, in a small village in the mountains in the distance, more than a dozen orcs gathered in a circle, anxiously watching the smoke rising in the circle. Orc priests and a female figure wrapped in shadows.

And at the foot of the mountain, as the sun in the sky gradually sank, the cultists finally arrived at this place that was once regarded as a "pilgrimage site" by Ge Lan. (End of this chapter)