Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

A lich quietly disappeared into this world, leaving no trace. No one cared about his life or death, not even the cruel and ruthless demon lord.

Maybe in the future, some adventurer team will accidentally discover the Lich's lair, find his legacy, and even find the empty phylactery, but all this has nothing to do with the Lich himself and the one who took him away. Existence has nothing to do with it.

Only in the distant fantasy land, there is still a human lord and his companions, worried about attacks that will never happen again.

But compared to the conspiracy that I don’t know when it will come, there is a more important thing that needs to be resolved now. Ron and Golden Dragon stepped forward to untie Farama's restraints, while Drivedo and Masarino put down Rurik.

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The dwarf who narrowly escaped the disaster woke up first, but the moment he opened his eyes and saw Ron, the guy quickly closed his eyelids tightly and kept muttering something like "It's not my fault." This is a nightmare" and other nonsense. But it was indeed not his fault, and Ron had nothing to blame him for.

His attention was completely focused on the last queen who woke up leisurely.

"I...where is this?" The Queen slowly opened her eyes, looked at the surrounding environment in confusion, and then shifted her gaze to Ron, "Ron? When did you come back? This is again where?"

"Don't you remember anything?" Ron looked at her, "I thought a being like you didn't need sleep."

"Normally, it's not necessary." Farama supported the ground with her hands and stood up slowly, "But you also know that my body is not complete yet, so..."

Farama only said half of what she said. She stood on the ground with her feet, looking at her hands that had returned to her body in confusion, and looked at Ron in confusion: "Wait, I... you bring them all back. And it’s on me?”

"How did you do it?"

"It wasn't me who did it, it was your eternal master." Ron nodded slightly toward the ground beside him. "You should be able to easily detect the traces she left."

"Yes, it's the breath of purgatory..." Farama quickly confirmed Ron's statement, but this did not relieve her doubts, "So, what is all this going on?"

"I only remember that night, Rurik and the others shouted loudly that there were robbers. I was about to escape... and went out to support, when a group of strangers shone something in my face." Farama touched her cheek, although it was not There were no remaining objects visible to the naked eye, but she quickly came to a conclusion, "The energy of the abyss...are they coming to me?"

At the mention of the demon in the abyss, Falama's whole body trembled, mostly with anger, and a small part with fear, and also with some vague emotions, maybe... excitement?

"After so many years, my body is complete again!" Falama clenched her fists, "Ron, tell me where those demons have gone! I will repay all the suffering I have suffered over the years!"

"Then you don't have this chance. Gracia has already finished the most difficult part. Apart from a lot of undead creatures here to vent your anger, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find demons again."

"It's over?" Farama raised her eyebrows in surprise, her eyes becoming more confused, "But why? Why do I still stay here? According to my contract, I should be taken to purgatory by Him..."

"That's because there is an existence among the undead that you need to solve - don't look at me, Gracia said," Ron patted her shoulder, "Have you ever had a death knight under your command before? Or have you? Say it completed its transformation after your death?"

"Death Knight, if I could control such a powerful creature at that time, I wouldn't have ended up like this." Farama couldn't figure out what Gracia meant, let alone Ron's question. "If you say I have made many knights, but almost all of them became traitors."

"At the knight canonization ceremony, their allegiance was to me, not the abyss!" Speaking of this, the last queen could not contain her emotions again, "Especially to the leader of the knights, Charlie! I clearly trusted him so much at the beginning that I even gave him Introduced him to Purgatory and got him a set of Purgatory saddles!”

"As long as he wanted, he could keep fighting with his young and strong body forever - but he rebelled in the end!"

Infernal saddle?

Ron and Drayford looked at each other, and they were both extremely surprised: No wonder the Devil Archduke said that Falama was needed to do this.

"If that's the case," Ron sighed, "I think he probably has his own reasons."

"The reason?" Falama laughed sarcastically, "He has no reason! In order to kneel down and lick his demon lover in the abyss, he would like to kill me completely! It's a pity that he can't do it!"

"Wait a minute, is the death knight you're talking about—"

"Well, you'd better confirm it with your own eyes."

On the way back to New Green Marsh Town, thanks to the help of Golden Dragon and Masarino, their speed was much faster. In just a moment, Ron, who was lying on the broad back of Golden Dragon's body, saw the town below... ruins.

“Meteor Explosion,” the planeswalker recognized the arcane that could create such a destructive scene, and couldn’t help but be amazed, “My Lord, where did you invite this great god back from?”

“Look at this terrifying range and control accuracy! Goddess, that mage is definitely one of the strongest in your plane—or did she move her own mage tower here?”

“I didn’t see the mage tower, but there was a mage sword,” Dreverdo, who was caught by the planeswalker and flying, curled his lips, “But did you see the elf fighting the death knight? The great mage you boasted about is fighting with people!”

To the goblin hunter’s surprise, seeing Gillianis fighting the death knight with proficient swordsmanship and endless arcane magic, Masarino not only did not feel embarrassed, but his eyes became even hotter.

"That armor!" The planeswalker was indeed well-informed and pointed out the elven master's greatest reliance. "My Lord, you have also studied enchantment, so you must be able to see that the armor is unusual!"

"Self-casting, inherent protection... My God, this elf almost perfectly solves all the problems that a mage may encounter when being approached!"

The planeswalker hurriedly swooped down to the ground with the screaming goblin: "Sir, let me help you! I have too many questions to ask you!"