Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 158 Shadow Spirit's Information

“Fuck!”

Ron was startled. He thought he was locked in a cell, but he never thought there was someone else down there. When he lowered his head and looked down, he was so frightened that his blood ran cold.

That gray-skinned elf!

My goodness, at this distance and in this position, if she wants to attack, Ron can't even guarantee whether he can cast a shield!

And even if you can cast a shield, what's the use? This place is so small that two people can hardly move around normally. How can you show off your skills? And you want to cast a spell?
"You seem very afraid of me," the other party's voice was hoarse, and he clearly had various symptoms caused by trauma and burns. It seemed that he was seriously injured. "Don't worry, I don't have the strength to kill you anymore."

She breathed heavily with great effort, as if this was all she could do: "Look, I... don't even have a weapon now."

"You are fooling me," Ron was silent for a moment, then he stepped forward and kicked her in the wound, "Is your weapon a product of magic? It's not a real entity at all."

"You!" The gray elf bared her teeth. Ron almost kicked her away. "Sure enough, if you stay with vampires for a long time, even your heart will turn cold."

"I heard you made a lot of healing potions. You should save me... Stop kicking me!"

"You deserve it," Ron curled his lips, "If you hadn't insisted on killing me at that time, would you have ended up like this?"

"What else?" The gray elf rolled his eyes, "Wait until you are ready before I come and die?"

"This is his territory. This is the best opportunity for me to assassinate you - if you hadn't rashly used the fireball technique."

"Why didn't you say that you were the one who used the dark arts first?"

"How can I teleport to you and kill you without using dark magic?"

"Why did you have to choose that time to kill me?!"

"Well, let's stop arguing for now." A trace of blood seeped out of the corner of the gray-white elf's mouth. She was too weak. "You... let's think about how to escape."

"We?" Ron snorted. "If you really mean it, just die quickly. I might be able to dig a hole in your bones."

"Please... you are a spellcaster, right?" The gray elf sighed, "Can you be a little more capable? Besides, with your small body, even if you use my bones, how long will it take you to dig?"

“There are rocks all around here.”

"It's none of your business. Besides, aren't you also a spellcaster?"

"I can tell from the look of it that you don't have the ambition to pursue power," the gray-white elf smiled, "Is there any powerful being looking for you to sign a contract?"

"Oh, you signed a contract, right?" Ron immediately understood who the guy under his feet was. "You rely on others' charity to have those few spells. Do you have to give back to the master's 'gift' every now and then? Forget it. How can that be called 'pursuing power'?"

"You said that Mu Qiang should at least find a good family, right? Look at you now, you are dying and you don't know when your father will die. Where is your sect leader? A goblin? A demon? Or Mr. Ke? Ask them to come down and save you."

"What... Mr. Ke?" The gray elf glanced at Ron, "I signed a contract with an ancient, mysterious and powerful being. Just like my compatriots once followed a great being into the Shadowless Underworld, I chose to return to the material world and serve my master." "It is I who need Him, not He who needs me. I responded to His call, and He gave me power and knowledge as a reward."

"Then I think you can pack up and prepare to return to your master's arms," ​​Ron said sarcastically, "but I don't know if your master will accept the souls of the dead?"

"Or will one of your compatriots come to collect it, and bring crows with them?"

From the gray elf's words just now, Ron guessed the other party's identity; this was a shadow spirit who no longer served the Raven Queen.

They were once like elves, but chose another path - following the God of Death to the Shadowless Underworld. They traveled back and forth between the dimensional space and the material plane where all colors except black, white and gray were extracted from everything, looking for the souls and tragedies of the gods that might please them.

However, this shadow spirit seemed to have separated from her group and found another master.

"They won't come to take care of me, and this place is too far from the weak point between the two planes," Shadow Spirit said weakly, "If it weren't for him, I would never come here, or even go to Carolina."

"You've said 'he' several times, but you never mentioned who he is." Ron picked up some debris from the stone wall, trying to figure out what it was made of.

"I thought you knew," Shadow Spirit was startled at first, then smiled slyly, "My information in exchange for a bottle of healing potion, isn't that too much?"

"Half a bottle," Shadow Spirit waited for a while and saw that Ron didn't answer, then spoke again, "If you at least want to find someone to talk to, you'd better treat me quickly."

"Otherwise you'll only be able to ask me five questions in a while (talking to the dead)."

Ron stared at her, then took out a bottle of weakened healing potion from his arms: "I would rather you die than waste breathable air."

"Actually, the atmosphere here isn't that tense," Shadow Spirit bit off the cork and drank the potion in one gulp, "Thank you."

"Is there something wrong with your potion? Why is the effect so poor?"

"You said you only drank half a bottle." Ron stepped on one of her hands to prevent her from casting a spell or summoning a spiked chain. "Tell me, who is 'he'?"

"Who else could it be? Of course it's the Baron of the Hailan Empire, Saran Ryan." Shadow Spirit said easily.

"I thought it was Mindatis, but it turned out to be... Say it again?!" Ron came to his senses and grabbed Yingling by the collar and pulled her up, "You, say it again?!"

"Baron Saran Lane, it's all the same no matter how many times you tell me to say it," Shadow Spirit struggled feebly, "Can you please let me go? My breasts are about to show!"

"Can you please not be so picky?! Although we Shadow Spirits will only reveal our true forms when we return to the Shadow Underworld, I can't compare to your men now, can I? You are so greedy that you won't be able to choose your food!"

"What do you mean hungry or not - let me ask you, which Baron Saran Lane is it?!" Ron was almost diverted from the topic by this guy.

"It could be that Saran Lane?" Shadow Spirit curled his lips. "You should have collected a lot of his treasures, why are you still pretending to be confused?"

"It was Baron Saran Lane who brought a group of elves to establish Green Swamp Town more than two centuries ago and announced to the public that he died young!"

(End of this chapter)