Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 146: Nighthound
When Quest returns, if Mindatis can still escape from the quagmire in Carolina, the empty lair of the green dragon will be his next quagmire.

Empty, but with a Shambler from a Green Dragon.

Seeing that the witch gathering here had been settled, the golden dragon did not linger any longer. Instead, it flapped its wings and flew straight to Aikthuri to teach the young dragon.

As for the surviving witch, she woke up slightly after Victoria's treatment.

"Ahem, ahem!" Polly coughed with difficulty. "So, you killed them all?"

"My sister, mother, and 'aunt'?"

"You don't want to take revenge on us, do you?" Sera waved the Canglan Grip in her hand, "I'd love to kill another witch!"

"No, it's just a pity," the witch sighed, "If I kill them with my own hands, maybe I can become even more powerful..."

"Like your mother?" Ron glanced at her. "That's what your mother did. She did become stronger, but she also went crazy. She ended up dead."

"You don't have to feel sorry for it."

"Maybe," the witch stood up with all her might, "At least, I can receive her inheritance?"

"There is no legacy," Ivy said. "She was reduced to ashes. Nothing is left."

"Yes, there are still some." The hag held out her hand to her two yetis hounds. "Come, dears, bring your companions with you."

"Your former master is dead, it's time for you to serve a new master!"

However, no matter how the witch used gestures, words, or even threats, the two night hounds did not move at all. They just stood there and growled threateningly at her.

At the same time, the hounds that were not killed by Jin Long and Sera also appeared one after another, surrounding everyone in the last darkness before dawn. Their eyes emitted red light against their black fur. Observed from this distance, they had a human-like face and a more flexible neck than other dogs. A smell of smoke emanated from them, irritating the nasal cavity of other creatures.

"What, you guys..." The witch was a little confused, "You should serve me as your master, why are you standing there? Come here quickly!"

A hound that was stronger than the others came over, sniffed the witch, and then turned away with a look of disgust.

"No, you should serve a master like me. Why didn't you choose me?!" The witch was shocked to see that the leader actually turned his gaze to Ron.

Then he showed an even more disgusted expression.

"These guys would rather follow their evil masters," Sylvia said, leaning on her cane. "Oh, they're heading towards Driver. They're going to..."

The dhampir took a step back, avoiding the hound that was trying to rub against her legs; "Go away, go away! What are you doing?"

"Hmm, it seems some people are worse than they think," Victoria said without revealing her emotions, "If you insist on adopting them, you'd better keep a close eye on them."

"This thing may threaten the safety of other residents." "Whether to adopt it or not is up to the benefactor," Sylvia observed Ron's expression, "right?"

"You can just leave them here," the witch looked at Sylvia with a look of jealousy and hatred. "These creatures will establish a mental link with their masters and will only appear when you call them. During the day, they must return to the etheric plane; and at night when they are not needed, they will go to the wilderness to make a living and will not threaten the safety of your territory."

"In that case, then stay." Ron looked at the night hounds who were trying their best to flatter Sylvia. "More strength is always good."

"Okay, okay," Sylvia reluctantly signed a contract with the remaining twelve hounds, and then sent them back to their own plane as quickly as possible. "Since the benefactor has said so, I will accept them with reluctance!"

"You don't seem to be reluctant at all," Victoria glanced at her. "But come to think of it, wasn't Driver their original target? Why did they turn to you?"

"I have Dabai," the goblin hunter stroked the big white rat on his shoulder, "the reason they don't want to follow the hag is that they think she is a loser and there is no future for them to follow her."

"As for Ron, they couldn't stand his 'smell' - that's not what I said, that's what the biggest hound said."

"So after much deliberation, they finally chose Sylvia. This kind of creature must have a master, and they were born for this."

"Then, let's talk about your business," Ron turned to the witch, "Now that you don't have to scheme against your sisters anymore, what are you going to do next?"

"What else can I do? I'm just an old lady," the witch's eyes rolled around. "I will stay away from outsiders, away from everyone, unless they come to me on their own initiative."

"Perhaps the civilians under your rule will accidentally get lost and find a hut deep in the swamp. An old man will serve him a cup of hot tea and some snacks. If he is injured, he can get ointments and potions to treat him. Hehe..."

"Then I can only hope that they don't eat rotten food," Ron shrugged. "I hope you can keep your promise, otherwise I will have to pay you another visit."

“Think about your family.”

"Are you threatening me?" The witch was confused. "You have killed all my relatives!"

"That's what I meant."

"you this……"

Ron no longer paid attention to the witch's chattering, and after simply cleaning up the battlefield with his companions, he prepared to leave.

As long as this witch hasn't gone completely crazy, she will know what she should do in the future.

Since most of the luggage had been sent to Aik'Thuri by the golden dragon before, Ron and his crew were able to return much faster. However, as they got closer to the trading post, they discovered some unusual phenomena.

"Aren't there too many outsiders?" When Victoria walked into the trading post, she frowned at the strangers inside who were dressed in gorgeous clothes and didn't fit in with the local villagers. "What are they here for? Merchants?"

"I didn't see any goods or beasts of burden," Sera said. "They came from the south. I've only seen those patterns and ornaments in Rose City."

(End of this chapter)