Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Is this where it is..."

The woman with the black dragon pattern on her head looked up at the plume of smoke rising into the sky, and couldn't help but let out a disdainful laugh.

"Clumsy means. Are the people living here all primitive people? Your promiscuous master actually allows you to regard this as a holy place?"

"He also wants to do penance?"

"Absurd." Her companion snorted coldly, turned back, and pulled out a gloomy-looking woman from the crowd, it was Larisa who had written to Grant before. Her tongue had been cut off, and the massive blood loss caused by rough methods could not be replenished in time during the trek. At this time, she was on the verge of death due to blood loss, infection, and high fever.

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But she was still alive. The two cultists of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society needed her to live temporarily, so she couldn't die - at least she couldn't die if she wanted to.

On the other side, Suholu, who was also in the robes of the cult, opened his mouth to say something, but finally lowered his head and looked at the empty trousers on that side with a gloomy face.

His situation was not much better than Larisa's, and in some ways it could even be said to be worse - the pain plagued him, but under the other party's brutal and ruthless treatment, he did not choose to die or be cured. room.

What will their future be like? Suholu blankly held up the twisted stick in his hand that served as a crutch and stared at a small stone on the ground. The weak appearance and muddy embarrassment were so similar to his own!

But that stone is lucky, at least... it won't suffer more torture.

"Is this the place that Grant mentioned in the letter?" The woman looked at Larissa, who was caught in her companion's hand, with only cold eyes. "You'd better be honest. After all, you have lost your tongue. If If you still can't control yourself, I will pry off your teeth one by one - it will be much more painful than cutting off your tongue."

Larisa's eyes showed extreme panic, but all she could do was struggle feebly and make meaningless shouts of "Ahhh" from her mouth. She seemed to be explaining something or begging for something, but she was present. No one could hear her clearly.

The man from the Gray Ruins Dragon Society roughly pushed her to the ground and pinched several specific places on the back of her head with a big hand. He soon raised his head and looked at his companion:

"She said yes. According to the exchange of private messages between her and Grant, there is no doubt that it is here."

"In that case, let's move forward." The woman said this, but her body showed no intention of moving. Instead, a powerful force was exerted on Graz'zt's believers, forcing them to move forward. go.

Moving forward and up is that ridiculous "Holy Land", where the same ridiculous beacon has been lit, and while trying to call for help, one's own position is exposed - even if it is not the case, it makes no difference, here there is only the mountain below. Just two villages.

At this moment, these expelled cultists are about to go to the village at the foot of the mountain.

The village was quiet, there was no one around, there were no traces of any living people living here, not even demons - even a fool could see or feel something was wrong in the atmosphere in the air.

However, the two members of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society were completely indifferent to this, while the others... had no choice.

"Go ahead, you loser." The man stood up and kicked Larisa off the ground. Her robes hurriedly caught her, although it was all in vain. As night fell quietly, these fourteen people almost entered the village step by step.

A pair of strange eyes came out from the house and behind the house, looking at this group of visitors who were completely different from the previous group of visitors, and seemed to be evaluating them. Behind everyone, two more sinister gazes were like awns on their backs, driving them forward.

If they resist, they will die immediately; if they move forward bravely, they may still have a chance to survive. As they passed the first house on the road without any danger, this feeling became stronger among the crowd. .

But following them, the two members of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society who originally planned to use these cannon fodder to explore the road did not have such good luck. When they passed the door of that house, accompanied by a scream that did not belong to the living, four zombies, covered in poisonous mist and miasma, rushed out of the house howling.

A burst of intense energy suddenly burst out from the woman's fingertips, instantly piercing the head of the nearest zombie. The man raised a pair of fists, and the two fist gloves seemed to be made of thick iron chains. They emitted an ominous aura that was stronger than the zombies, and he swung it at the undead creatures with the owner's grin.

The battle broke out in an instant and ended in an instant.

Even the most difficult zombies and the most difficult to kill completely were bombarded into a pile of debris by the power of these two cultists, without even a chance to regroup into a cluster of severed limbs. On the other hand, the man and woman were calm and calm, with some unfinished expressions on their faces.

"I heard that this cost them a lot of people? Waste is indeed waste," the woman sneered harshly, "You are neither trustworthy nor of any use value - even these zombies are not willing to bite you. Brain, do you see it?"

Several cultists raised their heads with some sadness and indignation. The identities they displayed in front of the world were either nobles or wealthy families. How had they ever been insulted like this? But with the man's cold snort, they had to lower their heads again and move forward numbly.

"Plague spreaders are no match for them..." In the mountains, a shadow under the night sky reflected the scene below the mountain like water and a mirror. The figure was like a thin woman, but some of the organ structures were more like moths. The foul demon murmured, "What about the zombie meatballs?"

"The Hanged Ghost..."

"The Boneless One..."

Huge, giant undead creatures made up of countless limbs broke through the constraints of the building like a chariot. After bypassing the cultists in front, they rolled towards the two people behind. The foul demon did not even drive only one of them. One of them just gave up, and a series of "rumbling" rolling sounds were heard all around. With the cooperation of more other undead creatures, multiple meat balls hit the two enemies on the ground like a meteor shower.

However, this seemingly overwhelming suppression only lasted for a moment, and the putrid rain of flesh and blood fell on the ground and surrounding ruins, without any movement. The breathing of a man and a woman seemed a little heavy at this moment. They glanced gloomily at the fourteen cultists in front of them who were still unscathed. Suddenly, the woman raised her head and looked at the place in the mountain where the beacon smoke no longer burned, but instead lit a fire, revealing the A bloodthirsty smile:

"It's not like these undead creatures are acting on their own. Someone is controlling them behind the scenes - Wright, find him!" (End of Chapter)