Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Is there still time for it to regain its consciousness?" Ron couldn't help but feel moved by this - the other person seemed to have been "living" here for a while, and might be able to reveal some useful information.

"I advise you not to count too much on this," Gilenis shook her head disapprovingly, "Someone has done experiments in this area. In the fleeting few minutes after eating, Nosferatu can recall They know pride, they know their purpose, they know the world beyond the shadows, and they may even be temporarily persuaded to talk to other creatures."

"However, the common conclusion among researchers who have spoken with Nosferatu is that they are selfish, duplicitous creatures whose memories have faded and their basic respect for life has long since disappeared."

"They are caught in the narrow gap between monsters and 'humanoids'. They cannot completely let go of the past, but they can never go back to the beginning."

"Maybe..." Sylvia gritted her teeth, "I think, maybe I can try it. It gives me a very, very familiar feeling, very familiar, like... connected by blood."

"This can't be your long-lost biological father," Drayford's brain obviously gave up its right to review the words, "he is worse off than you are."

Sylvia felt that she would never be able to get used to this guy's mouth, so she kicked him in her busy schedule, then tried to pull out the dagger and made a wound a few centimeters long on her arm.

Nosferatu stirred visibly: it really wanted her blood.

"There's only one thing. Tell us everything you know." The vampire used magic to move a small ball of dark plasma in front of the monster. "If you want more, give us your life."

Victoria tried to help Sylvia stop the bleeding, but was stopped by Gilenis: "Nosferatu's vomiting blood will make the victim's injuries irreversible, so save some spells."

They don't need to be too careful with arcane spells, but the only caster of divine spells is Victoria.

Nosferatu seemed to understand Sylvia's words, and inhaled the ball of plasma into its belly in one gulp, and showed a satiated expression, but this barely visible look did not last long. Its face It quickly twisted.

But the direction of the distortion is optimistic - it seems to be changing in a handsome direction. But that face was already very familiar to Ron and the others.

"It's you!" Sera slapped her thigh, "Were you dragged here by that lich at that time?"

Nosferatu - or the vampire count actually briefly regained consciousness and even memory at this moment. But he didn't answer Sera, he just showed an intoxicated expression, slowly savoring the taste just now.

"The taste of blood descendants... is so sweet. I didn't expect that I would taste it under such circumstances..."

"Sylvia, my dear, you-" His chant did not end, and the vampire hit him on the head with a stick that he had given as a gift to his daughter.

"You'd better hurry up. The benefactor's time is very precious. If you are so willing to reminisce about the past, I can scatter your ashes in the graves of your wife and daughter."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across the face of the former vampire count and lord from an earlier period, but it quickly disappeared, leaving only a heartless smile (stating the facts): "Why are you so impatient? Friends, you are There is no way to defeat that being. It is so powerful that it is difficult for mortals to even predict its power. No matter what time it is, I can only glimpse it and cannot face the whole picture."

"It's not that I intentionally concealed it, but I really don't know much."

"You're stalling for time," Ron frowned slightly. The other person's demeanor and expression looked very unnatural. This level of disguise was very different from when he was a vampire. "Are you hiding something?"

"Hide it? No, no," he said, it should be just Nosferatu now, even when it was awake, "just a little regret for the inevitable tragedy - can you give me some more plasma, my dear Sylvia, I would be happy to say more."

It was answered by the first half of the dhampir's incantation: "You should know what daylight means to you—tell everything you know, and quickly."

The monster's lips murmured: "What do you want to know? And what's the point? I was involved in this place by one of its incarnations that day, and you couldn't do anything about it. This place doesn't know where, when, or what time it is. One of the victims of the same disease in the territory, I can't live here anymore, so I can only lower my requirements lower and lower, and I won't even hesitate to eat the corpses that are no different from dust clods, but as you can see, I still look like this.”

"I only know that this is its lair, but it is just the tip of the iceberg. It is only regarded as a special collection because the people here worship it until death. In addition, there are other areas here, of course there are other exit."

"I once heard some conversations in a dream, saying that this place will be one of several transfer stations. As long as there is an activation, the collected 'old fragments' will briefly reappear in the world, and will Sporadic resistance annihilation...ah, it seems you heard what you wanted."

"Just like those four rings." Ron and Gilennis looked at each other, and both saw the other's expression becoming ugly.

Those rings have self-correction and recovery mechanisms, and can replenish themselves when one of them is missing. The lich's plan also has a similar mechanism!

Gillianis took out a crystal ball, which showed the scene of Green Swamp Town from the tower - a gray-green giant with a body of tens of meters tall was unilaterally beating the hill giant standing on their side outside the city!

That existence looked more "lively" than before, but it did not affect everyone's judgment: "Nuhawa! The giant king who wanted to plant people!"

"It's him, ah, I still remember him," Nosferatu sighed, "Really powerful, isn't it...?"

The abnormal blood color once again caught up with his remaining little sanity, and the polite smile soon turned into a silly smile. The vampire count looked at Sylvia with some sadness: "Dear... I, it seems that this is the end. But there will still be traces of me in your blood. In the form of a gift, I will help you to pass on the power of the blood clan. Is this enough...?"

"I don't know, I'm not a good guy, nor a successful guy, I don't know..."

"Help me...hiss!" (End of this chapter)