Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"If you say so, then you really have to say it," Driver relied on his short stature to squeeze into a front row seat. He reached over the outer wall of the cabin and poked the shell of the mummy inside, "It feels a bit like wood."

The sound of the goblins knocking on the shell of the corpse echoed in the dark space, making the environment a little scary. However, the corpses here are indeed dead, and there is no horror scene of opening the coffin.

"It's really a 'vegetable'," Ron told a pun joke that is common in all languages, repeating it in Common and Elvish respectively, making Ivy laugh, "It seems that his culture chamber is broken, causing him to lose nutrition."

Ron carefully observed the space around the mummy, and soon summoned the wizard's hand, pulling out several tubes from the corpse's tightly clenched hands: "I didn't just pull these off."

These material transport devices that look like infusion tubes but are thicker are indeed not pulled out by Ron. There may have been no fluid passing through them ten centuries ago, and they are now full of mold. If the person lying there was still alive, it would definitely not be very pleasant to be injected with these things.

So he should have pulled them out himself, but the creature that lost its source of nutrition still couldn't survive for too long, and eventually died in this device that instinctively maintained its own life.

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Ron and others opened several other containers one after another. The bodies inside were all in the same situation, and even their deaths were similar: they all held the infusion tube that maintained their lives in their hands. As the number of samples entering the field of vision gradually increased, Ron also saw some special cases: they seemed to decide to take the risk of inserting the tube back at the end of their lives, but this did nothing except make their deaths more tragic.

"Their entire bodies have been eaten away," Gillianis said softly, looking down at these creatures hoping to get lucky, "The bacteria in this pipe have no interest in flesh and blood, but they have a special liking for them, who are also plants."

"This kind of collective incident should be caused by a problem with the storage device, or a leak in the transmission pipeline, causing these fungi to invade their lifeline."

"But why don't they just crawl out?" Anastria was very curious, "They are plants, right? Can't they feed themselves?"

Take the spore people as an example. Although the spore people like to eat fresh meat, bones and blood, they can also absorb nutrients from the soil and a variety of organic matter, so there is almost no option of starving to death.

The elf mercenaries looked around at the fragile ecosystem in the space. Although it was fragile, it seemed that there would be no problem if they wanted to survive.

At least they should die outside, instead of sitting and lying in these metal living coffins.

"Aunt Anna, the environment here was slowly formed several centuries after them, remember?" the half-elf warrior reminded, "At that time, they were probably facing bare metal walls, floors and ceilings. If they couldn't eat their own kind, it might be more comfortable inside."

"But..." Anastria looked up at the cellar door leading up, and the meaning was obvious: if this was a larger metal coffin, why didn't they leave here?

The outermost was a cave, so there was nothing to eat.

"You forgot how we got in. The entrances and exits here require the 'lord' to open - do you understand?" the vampire explained to his former compatriots.

"No," the elf refused to accept such a simple explanation, "So what is the purpose of their doing this? Is this a collective burial ceremony? The so-called Renaissance Fortress is actually a huge mausoleum?"

"You can question me, but you can't question nature!" The goblin hunter retorted, "This is not my name! I think there must be some reason in it!"

"Okay, stop arguing," Ron waved his hand to interrupt them. He walked back to the first opened cabin with his hands on his waist and counted all the devices they dug out of the soil, including those that had been opened and those that had not been opened. "If it is a force - I don't say whether this is considered civilization - don't you think that even so, this amount is a bit too small?"

The cabins here are no more than two hundred at most, even the village is small in scale - limited by this scale, can these vegetative people really have such a complete system to support them to build these cabins?

This is not a wooden coffin. Even from Ron's perspective, they are full of the breath of the future!

"You mean--" As colleagues to a certain extent, Gillianis and Ron's thoughts can always be connected, "They should have other members of the same tribe?"

"Look around!" Victoria immediately took action, "And there is no device here that can store the nutrients they need, there must be a compartment nearby!"

"Do you need me to ask again?" Driver's body lit up with emerald green light again, but it quickly went out again. It seems that the environment here is not suitable for the goblins to perform Asking Nature again.

But fortunately, with a clear goal, everyone has more means. Under Victoria's eyes filled with twilight, a door that blends into the environment appears in front of everyone. As Ron pushed it open, in the darkness, a spiral staircase that can accommodate at least five adult men walking side by side meandered down, and no one knew where it led.

"There is a secret door about 40 meters down." Victoria's spell gradually disappeared, but she had obtained all the content she wanted at present, "There is another one 60 to 70 meters down."

"Forty meters and sixty meters, we are underground now, and we are almost in the dark..." Sera frowned, took the lighting equipment with light magic from Ron's hand, and walked down first, "Follow closely, pay attention to the top of your head, this is not a joke."

Creatures such as bats like to hang upside down above this dark space. If it is just a bat, it is fine. If there are other monsters hiding in the dark like this, it is likely to bring a fatal blow to everyone.

"Don't worry, I'll be watching over there for you," the Sword Song Lion Armor made a sound, "As for the Underdark, don't worry. Although we usually say that the surface area is close to the surface, even the shallowest part is measured in kilometers. You want to go to the Underdark? This is just the beginning!" (End of this chapter)