Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Professional, it seems that I was right to report to you in time." Quest forced a smile, his physical injuries have stabilized, and it was accompanied by extreme pain, but this was nothing to him relation.

The stillness of mind and the soul of Vajra were both realms he had reached many years ago, and all these physical sufferings could not shake his spirit.

"You still hide your strength, right?" Gilenis looked at the shape-shifter and suddenly asked, "I have always felt that there is something inconsistent in you, but I have never been able to find the source, until I just found out A little guess – why would you do that?”

"The thoughts I have accepted guide me. I don't need to show my strength to the outside world, but to pursue the real power in my heart." Quist lowered his head slightly, with a half-hearted smile on his lips. "This may be the same as you." There is a difference, but you should believe that I don’t have any ill intentions towards Ron or Delusion.”

"You came earlier than me, so I can't fault you for questioning you on this," Gilenis waved her hand, "But that's not true, is it? Is it also the instruction you received to hide someone in a life-or-death situation? "

"……no."

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The monk shook his head, but had no intention of further explanation: "Ms. Gilennis, maybe you are the most knowledgeable person here, but some things may not have fallen into your eyes. They have not before, and they will not need to in the future."

"Okay, I respect your choice." The moon elf stopped delving into it and just asked a question that seemed not very relevant. "Quest, your last name is the embodiment of 'virtue'. After so many years, your Has the search yielded results?"

"Yes, no doubt."

The monk looked at the dissipating shadow of the moon elves, his expression unchanged: "My compatriots have found a place to live, and this is the result."

"It's just that I still have some small things that I need to find answers to, but this has nothing to do with the delusional land. My earlier past has nothing to do with this place."

"Understood," Gilenis's voice sounded as if it had never appeared before, "Well, you are now free. Get me out to help... I am also an elf, so I don't need to meditate..."

This was not necessarily said to Quest.

The monk, still moving in tiefling form, stood still and did not move. It was not until the nearest patrol appeared in his field of vision that he began to move, leaving the mess here to those who came after him. He quickly blended into the shadows.

The sudden infiltrator had been partially captured by Gilannis, but the matter was not over yet. The avatar used by the other party was Yelena's skin, so... where is the real Yelena?

Thinking of the not-so-mysterious leader of the other party, Quest couldn't help but feel that his head was a little big. That person shouldn't be involved anymore, right?

The monk's search did not last long. When he followed a trace that had almost disappeared and returned to the vicinity of the church, with the sound of a vibrating iron chain, he finally found the shadow dancer under a tree.

Yelena's condition seemed worse than him. There were several hideous wounds on her already pale face. The black robe covering her body was in pieces. Only the thorn chain was still intact, and it was just stained. There were just a lot of blood stains that exuded the shadow aura.

"Yelena?" Quest was stunned for a moment, "What happened to you?"

"Ah, Quest, hiss," Shadow Spirit frowned and pressed the wound on his waist, "I'm so glad to see you're still alive. That bastard pretending to be me didn't do anything to you, right?"

"I discovered his traces and wanted to inform you, but unexpectedly I fell into his trap..."

Quest stepped forward and helped Yelena get up and walk to the church. There were not only magical spells there, but also other treatment methods: "Don't mention it, I almost died in his hands. Fortunately, I was lucky."

"It doesn't look like all the injuries on your body were caused by that guy. He used fists and kicks. How could he leave so many wounds on you?"

Moreover, the medium used by that person was a mummified corpse, so Yelena's weapons should not be stained with blood.

"Ahem, don't mention it. I have to thank my 'compatriots' for this." Yelena's expression suddenly trembled when she mentioned this. "One Dark Weaver and two Shadow Dancers. If this wasn't in Green Swamp Town, Still next to the church, I was almost taken back. "

"Your compatriots?" After working with Yelena for a short period of time, Quest naturally knew the meaning behind these two names, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, "How did they get here?"

"Who knows," Yelena snorted coldly, "I feel something is not right about this matter. We should tell Ron and the others in the morning."

"By the way, that bastard who sneaked up on me, did you catch him?"

"Dracolich," Quest sighed, "You should have guessed something."

The dracolich's men and shadow spirits actually mixed together. This was an unprecedented situation, but in Quest's view, this might not be the worst - at least the devils were not involved, right?

"This...can't say that," Yelena's expression suddenly became a little weird, "Although logically speaking, I shouldn't question my sect leader so much, but when fighting with my three compatriots, my strength She was obviously weakened a lot, and that Highness did not respond to me. "

This kind of situation is not uncommon among contract magicians. Most of the sect masters are not real gods. They have their own things to do, which sometimes causes considerable fluctuations in the strength of the contractors. But the Queen of Desire Demon Living deep in the sixth level of the Nine Hells, the projection of power generally does not produce drastic changes, and combined with the past, it is difficult for even Yelena not to blame the sect master for her predicament, but there is no evidence.

But this time, they really couldn't blame the Devil Archduke.

There is a real god behind the shadow spirits. After knowing the source of Yelena's power, in order to capture her back, the shadow spirits made sufficient preparations, including but not limited to weakening the sect leader's influence on her in a short period of time.

And at this moment, in the depths of the swamp that is still inaccessible to humans, next to a cluster of pale bonfires, three elves hidden in black robes quietly exuded invisible pressure, watching the man who emerged from the darkness. A figure slowly walked out.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this person is in a very bad state, but this is no reason or excuse. The Shadow Spirits don't even care about the other person's life or death. They only care about one thing:

"Buckman, you failed, shame on you." (End of Chapter)