Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Can I go with you?" Annastrina was alerted and quickly approached Gilenis, "Your Excellency, can I go with her?"

"I'm going to monitor her, I promise!"

"no!"

Ron and Gilenis said in unison, which made the elf mercenary shrink back: "If it doesn't work, it won't work. Why are you shouting so loudly..."

"Aunt Anna, Ron didn't hire you just to cause trouble for you," Ivy said helplessly, "You have to come with us, otherwise there won't be anyone on our side who understands Gibberella."

"As for you," Ron looked into Gilenis' lake-blue eyes, "I believe the whole thing has nothing to do with you, but I hope you won't make it relevant to you."

"No matter who the other party is, if you find him first, don't make any arbitrary decisions and wait for me to handle everything, okay?"

"You obey, my lord." The moon elf held the sword on his waist and remained silent, stood in mid-air, bowed to Ron gracefully, turned around and left, and soon disappeared into the horizon.

"Do you really think she's not the mastermind behind the scenes?" Sylvia looked at the direction Gilenis left with some reluctance. "I always feel something is wrong. Is there something wrong with my intuition?"

"Women's intuition?"

"Maybe it's just the intuition of the living dead," Victoria complained. "Neither Ivy nor I think there's anything wrong."

"I think it's okay too!" Sera quickly expressed her stance.

"You don't have a brain, how can you get your intuition?" Drivero inserted his waist, and Dabai also emerged from his collar, chirping in agreement.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with her, but what I'm worried about is the people related to her," Ron pondered for a moment, "Didn't you notice? Ever since she said those inexplicable words to Sera before, she has been constantly Prepare your sword."

"Maybe she just has obsessive-compulsive disorder? After all, she is doing research, so she has a little bit of it." Although Sylvia also doubted Gilannis, this did not prevent her from putting forward other opinions.

"If that's the case, she should make another smart 'Swordsong Belt' instead of keeping it straightened with her hands," Ivy said, "Just keep the sword at the right level. This kind of magic item can even be used by Ron. Can it be done? Let’s not talk about it.”

"So, do you really suspect that she is an acquaintance of hers? She keeps making unnecessary moves because she is nervous?" Anastrina looked at the people curiously, "Could it be her old superior, Gilenis? ·Galanod?”

As soon as these words came out, the Elf Great Swordsman himself was startled: "Oh my god, that old witch! If she is really that old woman, will she be in danger?! We have to leave quickly!"

"Come with me, let me see the direction in which these hyphae are growing... We should go this way!"

Ron and his companions looked at me and I looked at you, and for a moment they didn’t know what to say.

"How about we just tell her the truth?" Victoria grinned, not knowing what to say.

"Are you sure? She might go crazy if she is stimulated like this!" Ivy dissuaded her in a low voice, "The spirit of an elderly person like her can be very fragile..."

"Niece Ivy, what are you talking about?!" Anastrina suddenly became lively with pointed ears but not completely pointed. "Although I am older than your mother, I still have at least hundreds of years to live. She’s still a long way from getting older!”

"Follow me, don't worry, I have experience!"

On the ground, the team of seven people took action quickly. Perhaps Annastrina's motivation for working so hard was a little biased, but fortunately the result was good. After confirming that there was no problem with the path she led, Ron and others also He followed her pace with confidence and boldness.

And all of this was captured by the elf archmage who was invisible in the sky.

"The upper and lower layers of Gibberellus interact with each other, causing the direction of the hyphae to deviate. The pathfinding method of the Gibberellus ancient ruins can no longer take effect..." The moon elf stared at the surface, her eyes lit up with the same color as her eyes, and seemed to be able to See directly through everything on the ground.

"If I hadn't read the paper on this induction model, even I would have been led in the wrong direction." Gilenis withdrew her gaze, and her figure disappeared instantly, then reappeared 150 meters away. in mid-air, and quickly escaped into the ether.

This method of continuously traveling between the material plane and the etheric plane is neither efficient nor power-saving, but it is the only way that can penetrate illusions and reach the destination directly. This was when she was still young. Back then", the "back door" someone left for her.

"Is it you? After such a long time?" Gilannis was worried. She discovered the strangeness of the matter after meeting the thorn beast. Too much thinking even made her take off her disguise. Now that she thinks about it, before The words spoken to Ron and others were simply typical "remnants of Highland", but the moon elves could no longer control that much.

She desperately needed to see the man and confirm his identity.

"Or is it a lucky person who 'picked up' your mantle?"

As she left the etheric plane for the twelfth time, the empty wilderness in front of her suddenly changed. A clear lake, a quiet island, and an old wooden house were roughly and abruptly spliced ​​into the time and space of the delusion, like a projection of another world. The sword-singing lion armor on the moon elf's arm clanged, and the lion's eyes lit up with dazzling red light. The hair woven from metal around it was actually expanding, ready for battle!

You know, even when facing the death knight, this set of lion armor did not express itself so actively!

"Hush, be quiet." Gillianis canceled the transfer of arcane magic, stepped on the edge of the island, and looked cautiously at the half-open door of the wooden house.

It was quiet, as if there was no creature here. But Gillianis knew that there were certainly people here.

But she did not speak first, just stood there quietly, motionless.

Time passed by minute by minute. When Gillianis counted to 512 in her heart, there was finally movement in the wooden house: "What a familiar feeling. Is it an old friend who came to see me?"

The voice was a male voice, but because the speaker was too old, it became sharp and slightly hoarse, and there was a whistling sound between some tones.

This is a manifestation of a large number of teeth falling out.

"You are still the same tone," Gillianis seemed relieved when she heard this voice, but she seemed to be nervous, or even she herself hadn't figured out how to face the other party, "Even the waiting time has not changed."

"When you get old, you don't want to change." The door of the wooden house was "creaking" opened from the inside, and a hunched creature that looked about the same height as a goblin came out tremblingly.

Gillianis just glanced at him and let out a scream from the chief wizard of the empire that no one had heard in hundreds of years!

"Teacher?! How can you-this is impossible, this is a mistake!"