Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 164: Death of Baron Green Swamp
Retreated to the front of that different "Mindatis"!
"puff!"

Ron's face was distorted beyond recognition. The elf's curved blade pierced his abdomen and stabbed out from the back. The intense pain almost made him faint immediately.

However, he and Saran Lane were closest to him, and they could both clearly hear the sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh not once, but twice, almost at the same time!
As Ron slowly fell to the ground with his hand covering his wound, Saran Lane turned his head stiffly and in disbelief, and saw a face that was so familiar to him that he almost felt sick.

At this moment, it is becoming more and more unfamiliar.

"you--"

Saran Lane was very sure that he had never made any tiefling puppets. He felt disgusted even at the sight of this inferior race. But where did this one come from?

He tried hard to retrieve the memory of the Mindatis puppet he had sent out. It seemed that there was indeed such a person in it, but shouldn't he have sent it to the depths of delusion? Why did this tiefling appear here?
"I heard that Mindatis had left on my way back to Carolina, and I felt something was wrong." The puppets around him froze in place because of the damage done to Saran Lane's body. The tiefling slowly turned the handle of his off-hand dagger, messing up the internal organs of the elf who had faked death several times. "Fortunately, I had paid attention to a few strange locations in advance, and I happened to catch Mindatis being called back by you."

"You killed him, then transformed into his appearance... and sneaked in?" Saran Lane's thinking gradually became a little dull, "But this is impossible, this-"

These puppets were connected to his mind, so he would definitely sense if there was death. This was why after Ron and his friends entered the cave, they were still exposed even though Victoria stopped the puppet from making any sound.

"Why do you want to kill him?" Quest showed the sharp canine teeth that are unique to tieflings. "You have so many Mindatis here. You might notice if one is missing, but if there is one more, can you still detect it?"

"I want to thank Ron and the others. If it weren't for their trial and error, I would have been discovered by you a long time ago. I call this fate."

"Fate... what a fucking fate." Baron Green Swamp's pupils had begun to dilate, but he still retained some ability to think. He just became more outspoken and babbling. "I have been dealing with fate all my life, and I have resisted it all my life."

"I refuse to be treated as some bullshit 'child prodigy' and put on display. I want to carve out a niche for myself. I refuse to believe that the empire will fall. I want to start looking for my own path. I refuse to believe the witch's predictions. I want to do it myself!"

"I, I succeeded! I succeeded twice! In this cursed land, not only did I not succumb to it, I even made it work for me! I used the blueprints and semi-finished products left by previous civilizations to improve and enhance, and finally created a path that is suitable for the Hailan Empire and for myself!"

"It's you, it's you who keep obstructing me and interfering with me! You are the ones who are clearly responsible for everything, don't even think about putting the blame on some bullshit... fate!"

"I don't believe that!"

"I will also—"

The cold dagger with warm blood slashed across the elf's neck. Quest wiped the blood with his fingers and revealed a cold smile:

"No, you won't be able to do anything anymore. It's all over."

A leader who is already deserted by his friends and relatives will hardly doubt the loyalty of those around him, and a "leader" who turns everyone around him into his own will be even less likely to guard against a stab in the back.

"I thought the person who was going to backstab me was Mindatis, but it turned out to be another guy." Quest took out two healing scrolls from his body and threw them to Victoria.

"I know you are very tired, but now is not the time to rest - give Ron treatment." "If you delay any longer, I am afraid that even the resurrection spell will not be able to save him."

Victoria struggled to crawl to Ron's side, tore open the scroll and began to treat his wounds.

"You kid..." Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand and pointed at Quest, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

All the thousands of words finally turned into just one sentence: "Thank you."

"It's no use for you to thank me," Quest said with a chuckle as he picked up his long stick and began to plow the surrounding puppets that had lost their command and only will. "Rather, you should thank yourself."

"Let's not talk about anything else. Let's just say that when you were fighting the witch, if you had killed me directly because you thought I was Mindatis, I wouldn't be here, and you would all have become nutrients for his furnace today."

"This is all the result of your own choice. I am just fulfilling my mission."

Quest used a stick to knock away Yelena's hand that was reaching for Saran Lane's body. "Don't touch him. I don't even know what's in this guy. It could be corruption or a curse. Do you want to follow in his footsteps?"

"Before he died, he said he had tamed ..."

"Every ruler of the Delusion Land said so, and they all believed so. What was the result?" Quest pouted, "You might as well hone yourself in the Shadowfall Underworld for a few hundred years before coming out. At least there you can see more tragic souls, so as not to be as reckless as you are now."

"Taming? Every ruler was attracted by the richness and special environment here, and without exception, they found the resources and power they wanted and tried to improve them for their own use."

"Look around, look at these corpses, what has their 'taming' brought?"

"The ruins of Green Swamp Town? Or the sea of ​​blood and corpses here?"

"Compared to all this," Quest's gaze lingered on Devin Booker's body, "you still have a portal to the elemental plane that you haven't closed in time."

"I'm afraid we are powerless," Ron said as he sat on the ground and gave a bitter smile, "Do you think we still have anyone who can fight?"

"Forget about the existence of elemental giants. I'm afraid we can't handle even the smallest elemental creatures right now."

Quest slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, that's really difficult... How about this, if you don't mind, just rest here. I'll keep watch for you."

"Although a few elemental creatures may appear during this period, we are not tritons, so we don't need to be so strict - we just need to close the portal in the end!"

(End of this chapter)