Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 155 The Follower

"Is it her?!" Ron recognized the woman, and the others also recognized her. "Do the people from Carolina still want to ambush us?"

"No, it's just her." Victoria hastily raised her shield and blocked the elf's whirlwind of swords. "The holy emblem is no longer hot!"

There is no doubt that the elf was the one who had been stalking Victoria and causing her considerable pressure along the way and was always difficult to detect!
"Ivy, what's the situation back there?" Ron waved his hand and threw out a string of magic missiles, forcing the woman back. The two Nighthounds that blocked the entire passage attacked from the left and right, and only then did they manage to stop the elf, giving the three people in front a chance to pay attention to the situation in the back.

"Not good - get out of here!" Ivy swung her tower shield with all her might, pushing back a Wilson that had jumped on her shield, along with a group of its kind behind it. "There are too many of them. They just want to crush us with a human wave tactic!"

"Then they will be disappointed!" Sera roared, the huge Canglan Grip in her hand was like a toy. After knocking an enemy to the ground, Sera took advantage of the situation and raised the giant sword again. These creatures only had underwear on their bodies. If they were touched by Canglan Grip, they would be injured, and if they were touched, they would die!

The goblin hunter was also killing people in all directions. His arrows were enchanted with strong acid gems, and he could almost always kill these creatures with one arrow. When they gradually gathered together, he could occasionally kill two birds with one stone.

But soon, when Driver reached back again, he grabbed nothing: "Damn it, there are no arrows in my quiver!"

"I have a spare one!" Victoria stepped back and threw a quiver from her luggage to Driver while Sylvia held her staff in one hand and pulled out a dagger with the other to block the elf.

The goblin was furious after receiving it: "This (goblin swear word) is a crossbow arrow!"

"That's good to have!" Victoria said, and immediately joined the battle again.

After Sylvia and the elf exchanged blows twice, the elf finally spoke.

"A slave of Carolina? It is a pity to have the scepter of Richthofen in your hands."

"Tsk, what's the point of a lackey yelling?" Sylvia curled her lips, but did not continue to tangle with her. Instead, she immediately retreated to a safe distance and continued to command the Night Hiss Hounds to besiege her. "Let's defeat them first!"

The weapon in the elf's hand was just an ordinary standard scimitar, with no enchantment and was not made of silver. Her counterattack had no effect on the Nighthounds, but the cloak she was wearing was quite tricky, and the hounds also found it difficult to cause effective damage to her, which forced her to keep rushing towards Ron, leaving the three of them unable to deal with the pursuers behind them.

"Tsk!" Driver angrily used a crossbow arrow as a melee weapon and stabbed it into a creature's eye socket. "Victoria, don't you have guards? You deal with them!"

"I'll fight this elf!" "Spirit guards!" Victoria understood and immediately handed her back to her companions, turned around and held up the holy emblem of Heim. Several spirits with ethereal figures like angels immediately surrounded her. Those creatures that continuously poured out from the depths of the cave and whose figures resembled the members of Wilson's team immediately ignited with golden and silver flames!

The surprise attack on them was a bit hasty, otherwise they would not be in such a mess. As the situation stabilized, Sera took the opportunity to turn around and chopped the elf away from Ron with just two swords. Ron turned back, and the lightning gem in his hand lit up with dazzling light.

"boom--"

Terrifying energy continuously poured into the cave, actually creating a blank area in the sea of ​​people deep inside; and the elf on the other side was obviously unable to compete with the barbarians, she crossed her two swords, but could not withstand Sera's all-out attack, one of the scimitars was directly shattered, and the other also had cracks.

However, strangely, the elf did not panic at all, but dropped the weapon in her hand. When a nighthound took advantage of the opportunity to pounce on her, she flashed a light in her hand, and pulled out a scimitar out of thin air, and chopped the hound's neck with her backhand!
"Ow!"

The hound immediately cried out in pain. It didn't understand why this prey, which had clearly not been able to hurt it at all before, could suddenly injure itself again? !
"Magic weapon!" Sylvia's pupils shrank. If that was the case, why didn't she just use this one?
"So that's how it is. You just can't be hurt by ordinary weapons," the elf sneered, "I thought you were immortal!"

"In that case, then prepare to die!"

"You are the one who deserves to die!" Sera's eyes were bloodshot. Even his companions were frightened by his terrifying posture. The elves did not dare to fight him at all, but just dodged and looked for opportunities to attack Ron's back.

Sera's brutal attack obviously couldn't last long, and the elf saw through this and refused to fight her. If she continued to fight with her like this, Sera would most likely be taken advantage of by her due to exhaustion.

"Richthofen Dark Arts!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Sylvia immediately controlled her staff to release a cloud of dark mist, which enveloped the elf and restricted her space to move.

"Fool," the elf taunted from the dark magic, and her scimitar glowed faintly, illuminating her surroundings, "You don't know that you are dealing with--"

The elf suddenly felt a chill on the back of her head. Before she could react, Sylvia, who had turned into mist with the help of her walking stick and merged with the dark magic, suddenly appeared behind her. The vampire reached out and pulled off the elf's hood, opened his mouth to reveal a pair of sharp fangs, aimed at the slender white neck, and bit her!
Wait...something's wrong!
While Sylvia was stunned, the elf's scimitar had already cut a gash in her abdomen, and the dark magic immediately dissipated, leaving only Sylvia who fell to the ground due to shock, and the elf with a sneer on his lips.

This elf who was forced to reveal her true face was completely different from the others of her kind. Although her face was as beautiful as Leah's, her skin was grayish white, and she looked neither alive nor dead.

“You, you…” Sylvia covered her wound with one hand and pointed at the elf’s face with the other hand tremblingly, “You are not an elf at all!”

(End of this chapter)