Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

When the human wizard—Luibod was 100% sure that he was a wizard—swung his arm and slashed the blade at the black dragon's phantom again, Luibod's eyes were dull as he heard a roar of shock and anger in his mind, which came from the wrath of the dragon lich.

As the black dragon's phantom turned into flying fragments like broken glass, the protective barrier it gave to its believers was actually broken by a mortal!

"It looks like you've lost," Ron pulled back, avoiding the angry counterattack of the Undertaker after his protective power was broken, but he did not immediately launch the next attack, but deliberately paused for a moment, "Prepare for death."

"Absolutely impossible!" The Undertaker let out a roar that was not human. He still had the last means of resistance. Although this should have been his hope of turning the tables, now in his opinion, he could only force it to exchange for a glimmer of life, "You don't understand at all-"

Ron seemed to not care at all what the other party thought he understood or didn't understand. He pounced again, and a bright electric light was gathering at the tip of his sword-it was the power of the gem from the past.

Just when Louis Bode was preparing to let go and fight to the death, a loud shout that he thought would never be heard again suddenly came from the side-it was the "bad omen" Sarona!

"Louis, I'll help you!"

A pair of short swords leaping with magical energy came out from the side without warning, blocking Ron's attack for Louis Pod. The scarlet pupils of the drow assassin turned back and quickly retracted, leaving only a short and powerful voice echoing in the ears of the bishop: "You must have something prepared that you haven't used yet, right?! I'll buy you some more time! Hurry up - I can't hold on for too long!"

Louis Pod subconsciously looked at the deep scars under Sarona's ribs that could be seen through the bones, and his peripheral vision swept to the direction she had just rushed over: there, the male drow standing on the opposite side was already dying, and three penetrating wounds almost took his life. But the opponent was on the advantageous side after all, so he was being quickly surrounded by people, and Louis Pod could see the healing energy that lit up in it.

Should it be called a "bad omen"? Louis Pod's heart flashed a trace of relief, these drow... are really useful.

"Don't worry! Help me hold him back for a while! It will be done soon!" The bishop regained his spirit and responded loudly, "This is my home ground!"

The light of the shield on Ron's body flashed and extinguished, deflecting Sarona's counterattack: "Your home ground? What are you going to do?"

"You will know soon!" Luibod snorted coldly, no longer paying attention to Ron's indirect attack, and began to chant a long spell or prayer, "To my supreme Lord... The mortal world will eventually perish, this is tyranny, ignorance, The gift brought by greed and suspicion, they will attack and kill endlessly, nourish every inch of land with blood, use... "

Everyone was surprised to see that as the other party chanted, the battlefield covered with the corpses of goblins, drow or shadow guards around them, every place soaked in blood had an abnormal gray luster. Ron subconsciously wanted to summon the gray fog. After all, it looked similar to the power of the end of the law from the appearance to the inside. However, strangely, the originally active gray fog became silent and had no reaction.

"Lord, what happened?" Sarona's voice came with the sound of weapons colliding, "Do you need me--"

"No," Ron immediately returned to his mind, "It's just a little accident that has nothing to do with the plan, everything is the same as before. "

However, despite saying so, Ron had to devote part of his energy to the nearby ground. He could feel that something seemed to be gradually waking up underground with the bishop's prayers!

What is he trying to summon? His "Lord"?!

"Ron!" Louis Bode's voice sounded again with hatred and pleasure, and it seemed that his chanting had ended. "You villain who stole my power! Open your eyes and watch, this is the real power of this land - wake up, witness it! The malice of the mortal world will turn around and devour you all!"

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the corpses stood up again. Their bodies seemed to be filled with infinite power that did not belong to them, and they might even burst their bodies that had just died at any time. Driven by this power, these corpses that had nothing to do with their strength before death attacked everything around them with hatred for the living!

Ivy and others blocked part of the impact at the fastest speed, buying time for Kalade and his goblins to react, but as the battle continued, they found that this could not solve the problem at all.

Like most undead creatures, these dead have a toughness that the living cannot have. Even if their bodies are broken into pieces, they can still continue to fight. Unlike most undead creatures, Victoria's dispelling power has no effect on them!

"They are born to fight, and no power can stop them from going to the battlefield!" The bishop, who was called "funeral" but was doing grave digging, watched this scene unconsciously, and in his hands, he seemed to be brewing some other spells, "Sorona, come here!"

The drow assassin's pointed ears trembled slightly, and her short sword quickly crossed with Ron several times in a certain agreed pattern, and then jumped back and left the battle.

Ron pretended to chase, but Luibod didn't give him the chance to continue his "performance". With the arrival of Sarona, a beam of light with teleportation properties immediately enveloped them. In just a blink of an eye, the two disappeared from the spot.

The corpses that looked quite intimidating all of a sudden seemed to have lost the source of their power. As the light on the land dissipated, they fell to the ground one after another.

"Run away..." Ron raised his eyebrows slightly. So such a big scene turned out to be a cover?

"Why are you running?!" Thousands of meters away, two figures appeared one after another beside the swamp shrouded in the night. The drow looked at the bald man beside him who no longer had a black dragon lingering on his head with dissatisfaction, and looked at him reproachfully, "What did you just awaken? It seems that we still have a chance to win!"

"You don't understand!" Louis Bode was pale at this moment. He supported his knees and gasped heavily. "That is the extension of my master's power, and the malice of all the destroyers of this land for more than a dozen centuries towards their successors... The 'battlefield' I created is far from being able to exert its power. For this reason, it will prepare to swallow us up as well. That is determined by its nature."

"If you don't want to die, you can only run away - damn it, I thought the goblins plus some drow would be barely enough, but I didn't expect there would be such strict restrictions..."

"What restrictions?" Sauronna asked quite naturally, and Louis Bode, who was rushing to recover his strength, didn't notice her little movements at all.

"Regarding the 'warring parties'," the funeral bishop's face suddenly turned from white to gold, and a mouthful of blood came up from his body, "wow" vomited, "My Lord's power has not yet truly dominated the entire world, so the 'civilization' He recognizes is limited to the races that have established settlements of varying sizes in the Delusion Land. Goblins and drow... are not included for the time being."

"So the malice will not find you either, but me," the bishop smiled bitterly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and touched his round ears again, "Although I don't want to admit it, I am still a human being now." (End of this chapter)