Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

In this world, most towns are not particularly safe places after dark, and Green Swamp Town, which is located in Delusion Land, is naturally even more so. But fortunately, there are militiamen trained and led by Seymour and Andre, as well as The guards brought by Victor from Fromm carefully patrolled and guarded the place. Although it could not be said that the house was open at night, it was at least peaceful and peaceful.

At least that's the case most of the time, tonight should be an exception.

Quest no longer paid attention to the wounded who had been confirmed to be harmless, and silently climbed out of the window. A gray-white shadow guided his direction, which was the mark specially left for him by Elena. As members who specialize in fulfilling some responsibilities for the territory in secret, if they encounter a petty thief, they will directly send the clues to the patrol team on duty, act on their own like this, and even have to recruit another person. Very rare situation.

The last time was a month and a half ago, Quest discovered that a certain dwarf warlock who came with the caravan was going to light a few fireworks in the tent to add a "festival atmosphere" because he was bored at night.

It has to be said that for the dwarfs themselves, fading syndrome is a terminal illness that is as terrible as the sky is falling. But in the eyes of other races... maybe that is what dwarves should really try boldly.

Hopefully it won't be some dwarf this time.

The gray-white shadow was erratic, and sometimes even faded to the point where people wondered whether it was an illusion, but this was not a problem for Quest. He easily followed the shadow to a street corner, where , the shadow spirit, as pale as a ghost, stood under the dim light, staring at the darkness ahead.

"What happened?" Quest stepped forward, but after only taking two steps, he noticed something was wrong and immediately asked in a deep voice, "Yelena, what's wrong with you?"

Shadow Spirit responded to this, her slender body like an elf shook slightly: "No, it's nothing, I saw it wrong."

Got it wrong? Quest took off the wooden stick behind him with his backhand. This is not a good sign.

"Turn around, look at me and speak."

"Click" "Click" a series of frightening bone friction sounds at night sounded from Yelena's neck. With a series of sounds, her head turned 180 degrees, and the shadow spirit was already dry and haggard. Her face looked even weirder under the light. She looked at Quest, and after being silent for a while, she gave him a weird smile.

"No, it's nothing. I saw it wrong."

Quest was not frightened by this scene. He immediately put on a defensive posture. For most people, the "qi" flow that is more obscure than arcane and divine magic flowed through his body, resisting in all directions. The invisible malice coming from him: "You're not in the right state."

"Since you said you saw it wrong, what did you see before?"

"Me? I'm in very good condition," Yelena ignored his subsequent inquiries and said to herself, "This environment is the most suitable for me to move, and the weather is also good..."

"On the other hand, it's you. Your state doesn't seem right... Your nerves are too tense, aren't you? Relax, it's no big deal."

"You should be extra vigilant these two days, Yelena," Quest said as if he was talking to a normal shadow spirit, although he was always ready to knock his fists and sticks on the shadow that a normal elf would have before the other party attacked. With a particularly pretty face, "Have you forgotten what Ron said? There may be cultists trying to infiltrate in the past two days. Today and tomorrow are the days they agreed on in the letter."

"Ron? That's right... that difficult guy," Yelena muttered. "He has failed his plan time and time again, even now... I thought he would let down his guard, but I was wrong..."

"Yelena?" Quest's tiefling pupils shrank slightly, "What are you talking about?"

"...I'm saying, he is trouble," Yelena laughed again, and her figure disappeared in an instant, leaving only a gray shadow in place, "Same for you."

"I'll do the surgery on you tonight!"

With a "pop" sound, Quest felt that a non-existent string in his brain broke instantly, as if it was some kind of trigger. The wooden stick that had been with him for half his life danced in front of him. Blows as crisp as popping beans came from the stick, and each blow was so powerful that the monk had to release his strength several times to completely block the opponent's attack.

But fortunately, when Quest heard the sound of the wooden structure cracking in his ears, he finally swallowed all of "Yelena's" tricks. A cry of surprise escaped her throat as the creature that still looked like a shadow spirit fell to the ground again.

"Which monastery did you come from? A monk like you shouldn't be a nobody. You are the first person who can take my attack and still be unscathed - tell me your name!"

"Both each other," Quest's transformed face showed no trace of fatigue or panic, but under his clothes, the wound torn by the strong wind was oozing with blood, proving that he was not as good as he seemed. So calm, "Your Excellency's skills are not bad, and you actually prevented me from even having a chance to make a move - which monastery did you come from?"

The opponent was also a monk, and Quest confirmed this after just one encounter. And the other party is stronger than yourself.

Although it is unknown what method the opponent used to transform into or occupy Yelena's form, one thing is certain: this state is definitely not the enemy's peak posture, and even so, Quest still suffered a skin injury.

Quest just responded to the other party's temptation, but to his surprise, "Yelena" actually raised the corners of her mouth: "Walsen Abbey, a small place, you have never heard of it."

"I really haven't heard of it," Quest carefully delayed the time to recover his strength, trying not to let the other party see his fatigue, "but it doesn't matter, I have many friends, they should know."

"It's useless." "Yelena" stretched out an index finger and shook it, "There is no such place as Walsen Abbey in the world, and no one has heard of it."

"Do you know why?"

Quest looked at the opponent calmly. He would not refuse the enemy the opportunity to come to his door: "Why?"

"Because the person in charge there is an idiot, and the others are not much better than him," "Yelena"'s voice suddenly became sharp, "They actually don't allow me to practice martial arts! You just saw my power, can you imagine Can you?! They actually banned me from practicing martial arts!

"Those blind fools! They are worse than a black and white cat! So I learned and practiced secretly! Then I killed them all! Let their ashes be buried with the ashes of the monastery!"

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, this is what they deserve! This is the only thing I learned there, and this is exactly what my teacher taught me!" (End of Chapter)