Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Of course I have my patron."

Falama stared at Ron for a while and said slowly: "You confuse me. Why did you refuse His Highness's many invitations? In my opinion. Although this cannot be said to be a hundred benefits and harmless, at least The advantages outweigh the disadvantages.”

"So there is nothing left in your kingdom now," Sylvia waved her hand and dissipated the bound "directed destruction power". The power left by the cultists roared through the mountain villages, but Nothing can be found - there is nothing left here, "and I believe that the benefactor will end your miserable reincarnation."

"Reincarnation?" Farama was stunned for a moment. She didn't know much about other rulers that had been established on this land, so she just regarded it as a certain description. "It's up to you. It's not your turn now anyway." I'll take care of that—that's right."

The Nightmare Rider, who had been recruited a long time ago but had just taken office due to "personal reasons", shook his head and threw a metal piece to Ron, "This is some kind of... relic. Used in conjunction with that scroll, it can help It's easier for you to find the ruins. I'm afraid there is no time for you to dig through all the dead people's tombs. You need to take more targeted actions."

The metal piece felt a little slippery, but it didn't feel like powder or oil, it felt more like its own characteristics. Ron carefully examined this nearly round object, which was about five centimeters in diameter. Under the magical light lit in the dim light and the flames of hell, it reflected a gray-red luster.

It looks ordinary on the outside, but... what about the inside?

Ron stretched out his arm, trying to sense the power within it, but just such an "observation" and the information fed back was enough to make Ron's face suddenly change, and he looked at Farama riding on the back of Nightmare in astonishment.

"What is this? Or what is it pointing to?"

"The 'component' you once wanted, but then had to give up temporarily," Falama said, "These are Her Highness's exact words. She said you will need this."

"This is the last time that the Grand Duke from Malborg shows you kindness. You can still refuse, but there will be no such opportunity again - this is what His Highness said."

"Perhaps a sensible person should choose allegiance at this time," Ron smiled and shook his head, putting away the metal piece, "But forget it. For me, either I surrender to the devil from the beginning, or I die. Never join it - after everything I've been through, I'd better not think about that allegiance."

"You will regret it, maybe after I leave, maybe when you are dying," Farama stared at the latest man after her to build a home in delusion. The door to hell is between her and The foul demon's front slowly opened, "Goodbye - I hope that one day can really happen."

"I just think you are blessing us," Ron nodded to the other party. There was not much discord between the past queen and current devil and him. "The words about dying at dusk also count."

After all, in the land of delusion, death from old age can be considered a good ending - of course Sera probably wouldn't think so.

Flames and sulfur lit up the night in the mountains in an instant. Birdsongs and flapping wings were faintly heard in the distance. Some shadows rose and fell from the woods. As the last sparks dissipated into the air, The only traces left by the devil were a scroll and a strange metal piece in Ron's hand.

"It's over... at least it's over here," Victoria let out a sigh, "That queen... she still fell like this after all."

"She has been corrupted for centuries, and her ancestors were even earlier," Ivy shrugged. "It's just that she couldn't ride the Nightmare in her previous sealed state."

It may not be a big problem for the knight to be headless, after all, the arms and legs are still intact, but it is probably impossible to ride a horse with only a head.

The priest of Heim sighed: If there was not such a dracolich in this land, and there were no devils and devils to make trouble, maybe the rulers of the Kingdom of Falama would not...

It's a pity that there are few great powers in this world that can create such a "what if". In this world, after all, there is no last Queen Falama who has not become a Nightmare Rider.

"Are we going back now?" Drivedo stretched his arms and shoulders, and twisted his neck twice. "I'm starting to miss the smell of the bed and quilt."

"Karad always boasts that you are a race born for war," Ivy glanced at him, "You seem to have been corrupted by a luxurious life - although the so-called 'luxury' is also It’s just a room and a moldy quilt..."

The moldiness was entirely due to the goblin's personal style. No matter how poor he was, he would never make do with this.

"Lord Kalad is a hobgoblin, unlike me! And that's because you haven't slept in a small cave with hundreds of goblins," Drivedo retorted, rolling his eyes, "You have to be careful. Let those same kind stab you in the back! You and Ron were still locked up next to the wargs at that time!"

"It's like I'm willing to be caught by you!"

"Okay, okay, let's not mention that for now," Ron pulled them away with a headache, "Now we have other things to consider - what do you think we should do with these people?"

He pointed at the four cultists who were tortured to the point of being unrecognizable, but still alive: "This place is completely destroyed. We can't just leave them here."

"Why not?" Sylvia covered her mouth as soon as she spoke subconsciously, "I'm sorry, benefactor, I... I didn't mean that. There is still some food here, and the surrounding resources are not scarce. I think they can rest here and then go back to where they came from?"

"That's what I want to say," Ron looked at Sylvia strangely. What does this girl mean by 'not that'? "There are two seriously injured people here, and they have missed the initial treatment time. Leaving them here is no different from letting them die."

"Let me ask you one more question, sir, do you know how to hunt, fish or farm?"

Suholu looked back at Ron in confusion: "I, I and they all know how to hunt, fish and farm... Sorry, we don't..."

"I guess so," Ivy nodded, "Then can I ask you another question: How do you hunt?" (End of this chapter)