Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 195 The Unconscious Traveler

"The snowfields in the north are not a place with a wide variety of species. It's normal that Sister Sera has never seen any of the creatures here," Constance chuckled. "If you were in the city, you would see new and interesting things!"

"Oh?" Sera carried the Grip of Blue Waves and walked in front. Hearing this, she couldn't help but turn her head. "Tell me, what kind of monsters have I not seen in this city?"

"There are so many: half-human turtles living in the sewers, giants on the streets at night... Although cities are much safer than the wild, many spies and bounty hunters rely on this for their livelihood!"

"You talk as if you've seen it before," Ivy glared at her cousin who was talking nonsense. "When I first started as an adventurer, I also took on missions in the city. In the sewers, there were only a few ratmen who broke into the house because they couldn't make a living, and there were all kinds of mud monsters. There was no such thing as a 'half-human turtle'. It's just nonsense."

"Which bard did you hear this from?"

In response to Ivy's question, Constance just stuck out her tongue without responding. Instead, Sera became interested and begged Constance to tell her those strange stories along the way, which added a lot of fun to this depressing environment trip.

But Ron and the others felt that Sera was more likely to use these stories as material for her and Rurik to brag about after drinking - she had previously boasted to the dwarves that she had defeated a dozen hill giants single-handedly!

"Uh, could you please stop your story for a moment?" A cultist interrupted Constance's story after walking through the bushes contaminated by the wither monster and standing on a small hill.

"Look over there, isn't that where we are going?"

Following the direction of his finger, a small black building resembling a monument stood in the open space between the jungle and the swamp. Surrounding it were countless undead of all kinds - zombies, skeletons, ghosts and...

"The Boneless," Sylvia recognized the undead entities without bones, "These things would not appear here unless they were intentional."

"Only a body that was tortured before death could produce such creatures," the dhampir looked at the creatures that looked like living skin in the distance with some pity. "My cheap teacher once did this project, and the conversion rate was not ideal. There are so many of them gathered here, it can only be that a large-scale tragedy has occurred."

"Your teacher is a necromancer?" Yelena tilted her head with interest. "You should continue to study with him. They usually have considerable knowledge."

"Go ahead," Sylvia snorted coldly. "The topic he is researching is 'How to maximize the utilization of a corpse'. The specific operation is to use a corpse to summon boneless people, skeletons, and ghosts at the same time. If possible, he also wants creeping claws, dead soul pus, and brains in a vat."

"How far had he progressed when you left him?"

"A collection of them except ghosts," Sylvia curled her lips, "Zombies."

Yelena: "...You must be kidding me! Isn't that the same as no progress?!"

"I didn't say he made any progress," Sylvia stopped paying attention to Shadow Spirit. She noticed that the pastor seemed absent-minded at the moment. "Victoria, what are you looking at?"

"There are so many undead creatures here. It's finally your turn to take action. Destroy all these pathetic creatures!" "Huh? Well, of course." Victoria didn't look back, but stared straight at a bush not far away. "Help me see if that is an undead creature?"

Between the open space around the monument and the small hill where Ron and the others were, there was a patch of barren grass that was crushed by a heavy object. From this angle, one could only vaguely see the back of a medium-sized, slightly shorter creature, but no one could tell what it was.

"Don't tell me it's another ambush..." A cultist shuddered. Although the attack of the dead branch monster was blocked by Ron and his team, it was enough to leave him with a psychological trauma. "I heard that some intelligent undead creatures like to do this - pretending to be a corpse or a comatose creature, and then bite you when you walk over!"

"That's easy," Driver drew his bow and aimed at the figure, "I'll shoot it with an arrow and we'll know the answer!"

"If it's an undead creature, it will stand up if it's injured or knows it's exposed. If it's a living thing, well, it will die - in short, it won't pose a threat to us anymore!"

"Anyway, even if there are still people alive in this remote area, they wouldn't be good people!"

"Can you still tell the good guys from the bad guys?" Ivy glanced at the goblin. It was not that she did not trust his position, but that she did not trust his intelligence.

"What's so difficult about this? He suddenly appeared here, so he must have been the first to get here and dig for treasure!" Driver naturally heard what Gracia said. What was buried here was part of the queen's body, but finding the body meant that he could exchange it for treasures with the Grand Duke, so those who came here were equivalent to digging for treasure.

If he is not in the same group with us, then he must be here to steal the treasure. He is undoubtedly a bad guy and there is nothing wrong with killing him.

The bowstring cannot be pulled for a long time without releasing the hand, as the saying goes "the arrow has to be shot once it's on the string", so when Driver simply sorted out his logic, with a sound of the string, the arrow shot straight behind the suspicious figure.

If Ron and Sylvia hadn't attacked at the same time, using their two wizard hands to deflect the trajectory of the arrow, some people's journey today would have ended here.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Driver jumped up and down, "How can you tell its identity like this?"

"It's actually possible, but we just forgot about it," Ron said, scratching his head with a wry smile. "There's no need to attack, can't we just use the Wizard's Hand to turn it over?"

The two wizards' hands pushed aside the weeds and thorns entangled around the figure, and with the slogans of Ron and Sylvia, they exerted force together, turned the target over and rotated it sixty degrees, so that the weathered face with closed eyes could face everyone.

The man was tall, but because he was curled up in the grass, he looked slightly shorter. He was wearing a tattered and messy gray-brown robe, and his gray hair and beard were slovenly and messy, all entangled with the vegetation, and no matter how hard the wizard's hands pulled, they could not be torn apart. Under the tangled hair and beard, the small half of his face was exposed, with ravines and wrinkles due to the baptism of long years, so that one had to look very carefully through his closed eyes to be able to recognize it.

"Wow! It's an old man with a white beard!"

Driver whistled.

(End of this chapter)