Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

“Rat can sniff and steal, but don’t forget, rat also has a pair of sharp teeth that can cut through flesh and blood.”

A young male voice sounded from the direction of the village entrance. When the two cultists looked back, there were several hidden arrows shot from all directions. They contained powerful power, but when the two tried to find the ambusher, , but there were only sharp sneers in the mountains and forests around the village.

"If you can only injure me with sneak attacks, then you can go die," Wright said with a gloomy face, looking at the five strangers who had just appeared at the entrance of the village again, "No matter where you are mercenaries or adventurers What mission do you have - get out, or die with them!"

"I should be the one to say this." The young man who was obviously the leader raised his hand to straighten his collar and stared at the two strangers who were not kind at first sight. "But it seems that you are already here with me." A murder was committed on our territory, so you don't have the option of 'getting out'."

"It's probably because of you that the flames of war were ignited here before - who are you employed by and who are you loyal to? Why do you do this? If you tell me honestly, you can go away more peacefully."

Ron raised his hand, and the metal texture gushed out from the jade in his arm, flowing on his arm, and finally condensed into a short bow in his palm, pointing at the two people in front of him. The transmission error caused by unfamiliarity with the target location was much larger than expected, so that they had to travel an extra distance to get here, and it seemed to be much late now.

This made Ron feel a lot worse, or it made several of them feel bad.

"So it's you, are you the delusional 'last lord'?" The female cultist looked at Ron and suddenly said, "Destiny is really a wonderful thing. We originally planned to visit you again in a few days, but... I thought I'd meet here - but that's okay."

She lifted up her dark robe to Ron and curtsied in a pretentious manner: "It's an honor to meet you, Sir Ron - the Gray Ruins Dragon Society's Bone Collector, Malda greets you. The person next to me is Wright is in the same league as me.”

"You have a lot of questions, but unfortunately, we have never had the obligation to explain to the dead, and the same is true for dying people. The only thing I can tell you is that these people, even these demons, are just temporary detainees in our Lord's great plan. It's just an inconspicuous thing. When the time was not yet ripe, our Lord tolerated them with compassion, but since they are unwilling to die on their own, it is up to us, the body collectors, to carry out our Lord's will."

"Am I included in this?" Ron asked suddenly as he looked at the other party steadily.

"...You have underestimated us too much. Such clichés are of no use," Martha laughed. However, in the midst of her laughter, a dark red dangerous beam of light suddenly exploded and struck straight at us. Ron's head!

"Boom!" An explosion that was far more powerful than ordinary spells exploded on the surface of a tower shield, making those bright runes seem to have been greatly impacted. They flickered several times before slowly returning to stability.

"I knew it," the face of the half-elf was revealed behind the tower shield. Her body drove the huge shield to swing, and it hit the glove that followed the spell. "Want to sneak attack? Get past me first. Let’s talk about it after the next level!” The flaming sword was just a help for Ivy to adjust the rhythm, but when she waved the tower shield that was supposed to be used for defense, the two cultists suddenly felt There was a mountain of pressure.

As stable as a mountain! As heavy as a landslide! Even they would definitely not want to come face-to-face with that shield!

But in this world, many things can't happen just because they don't want to, just like the Foul Demon and the remnants of Falama didn't want to be disturbed, but they were still slaughtered. When the tower shield with its huge shadow moves, a large sword and another shield made of living wood will inevitably move together.

"Behind them are arrows carrying a variety of spells and more direct arcane bombardments."

"Two high-level spellcasters!" Wright and Martha looked at each other, and both saw the horror in their companions' eyes. According to the information they obtained, the territory established on Delusion Land this time should have a history of just over a year, and before that, these "debtors" were just refugees - so what are these two high-level spellcasters? Where did it come from?

No, to be precise, it should be three!

In the dusk, another layer of twilight like a curtain fell quietly around everyone. It was so calm and "normal" that the two people of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society waited until several spells and attacks fell into place. Only then did I realize what had happened - that priest! That priest was actually able to unleash the power of the sanctuary!

"Sleep in the twilight, you two." The protection brought by the twilight guardian allowed Victoria to deflect the attacks of the two cultists again. Under divine magic, her defense line was no more fragile than Ivy's tower shield. As the sacred light surged out of her body and converged into a soft light with a radius of more than ten meters, the two people who had just started killing were at a complete disadvantage.

They are still confident that they can hit these uninvited next batch of mission targets hard - if they can actually hit them - just once!

"This is not a solution!" Wright roared and punched, temporarily knocking back the barbarians who rushed up, and then took advantage of this empty space to forcefully activate a chain blade full of blasphemous energy, slashing the foul demon behind him who was trying to sneak attack, "Give me a chance!"

A gray look flashed across Marda's face, which had nothing to do with the mood of this cultist. When she raised her eyelids again, the black dragon tattoo on her bald head suddenly lit up with a dark light!

Sure enough!

Ron and others suddenly understood. The other party kept calling them "Lord", but in the Delusion Land, there was only one existence that could truly bear this title - the black dragon lich!

Before, when he only saw the pattern, Ron was still unable to make a conclusion, but when the familiar and disgusting breath appeared, there was no need to say more about the mastermind behind the scenes. The power of the dragon lich was indeed not limited to a corner of the Delusion Land!

It was hiding before, but now, with the changes in the north, with the defeat of the demon lord, and with its own plan reaching the final stage, it began to gather its strength!

But the cultist obviously did not want to let Ron and others confirm their guess. As the black dragon tattoo was activated, a decayed and gray aura rippled from Marda's body, and the surrounding twilight light was immediately eroded and disintegrated - or more accurately, under the influence of that aura, the twilight was irreversibly stepping into the night! (End of this chapter)