Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 196: Planeswalker

Nothing good has happened to Mazarino since he came to this remote plane.

He had never seen such a ruin with so many undead creatures! Could it be that Orcus was sealed inside? !
He had used up all his magic and was even forced to fight in close combat, but even so, he still couldn't escape. In desperation, he tore open the seven-ring scroll that he had bought from Sigil at a high price and regarded as a treasure.

Isolation.

The invisibility effect of the isolation spell allowed him to become invisible under the gaze of countless undead creatures. Mazarino entered a state of suspended animation, time stopped flowing in his world, and the duration of the spell was set to last until... he was discovered by a living person.

Mazarino no longer had any hope in this remote place. Even if he was attacked by a group of vicious robbers, it would be much better than being eaten alive by a group of undead.

At this moment, as a drop of water moistened his cracked lips, the old wizard finally opened his eyes tremblingly as if waking up from a dream.

What caught his eye was... green skin, short stature, pointed ears, and a pair of big, cunning and evil eyes.

It's over now.

Masarino closed his eyes again, wishing that his fake death could become real death - it would be better to die at the hands of undead creatures! Could it be that a great wizard like him would end up being reduced to being a slave to the goblins? !

"Hey! He's alive! He opened his eyes!"

Masarino secretly opened his eyelids. As a great wizard who had lived for a long time and experienced various adventures, he was proficient in almost all languages ​​of the main material plane, including Goblin. But he was very sure that this goblin spoke the common language instead of their own native language.

It seems that there is still time to slow down. He still has some gems and precious metals that can be used for casting spells, and maybe they can buy his freedom.

"It looks like he's conserving his energy with the help of magic," the voice was a female voice that sounded quite young. "Is he scared by you? He's pretending to faint."

"Wake up, you are safe now, we are not bad people."

A cold, slender hand slapped Mazarino's cheek. The sudden chill made the old wizard jump up and he could no longer pretend to faint. He opened his eyes and stared with wide eyes at the group of kind... people who rescued him?

The number of people in this adventurer team is quite high, but if there is nothing wrong with my magic prosthetic eye, then there seem to be some weird characters among them, right?

Are the two people wearing the most tattered clothes emitting the aura of the abyss? !
"Are you... the subordinates of that demon lord?" The old wizard's voice trembled, because he also saw a ghost disguised as an old woman.

It seems that the level of this team of demon believers should be not low. After all, the witch usually won't help ordinary demons.

"Demon Lord?" Ron and the others looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on the two cultists. "Could it be you guys he's talking about?"

"Old man, you misunderstood," a cultist explained with a wry smile, "We no longer believe in the Lord of Darkness, but we haven't had the chance to go to the temple to confess. You look like a powerful spellcaster, but perhaps this power will mislead you." "Ah, oh...what about this one?" Masarino didn't believe it yet, and his gaze turned to the witch Polly.

"I'm hired," the witch knew that the other party had seen through her disguise, "They are here to find this relic, and I am responsible for leading the way."

"Uh, and this one?" Marsarino nodded slightly, and looked at Sylvia who was closest to him - the one who patted him just now should be this lady.

At this point, Mazarino was actually relieved. No matter whether she was a vampire or a half-blood, she was much easier to talk to than those guys.

"I am a subordinate of Lord Ron," Sylvia gave up Ron's position, "He is the current and future ruler of this land, and he is now leading the way to eradicate the scourge left on the land of delusion."

"It's you, Lord!" Masarino suddenly realized, and immediately stretched out his hands and shook Ron's hands enthusiastically, "I've heard a lot about you! I see you seem to be less than 30 years old, right? You are really young and promising!"

"And you are willing to save a strange old man in a place like this. It is such a blessing to have a kind lord like you!"

"Forget about the long-admired words." Ron was amused by the old man's sudden enthusiasm. The old man's hands were covered with calluses, scratching his palms and backs so painfully. "I have only been here for a few months. As you can see, even the problems left by the previous lords have not been dealt with. It is really a bit of a misnomer to call me lord now."

"No, no, no, this is the attitude a lord should have!" The old wizard said hurriedly, "I have seen many lords who were eager to build their territories after accepting the commission. They didn't even understand the surrounding situation. Some even went so far as not to leave their territories or even castles for several months!"

"In comparison, your efforts and deeds are truly exemplary!"

"If only Delusion Land could be like other territories without so many twists and turns, I'd want to be like that too..." Ron secretly complained in his heart but still had a smile on his face.

"Then how about you? I should have some control over the entrances and exits around the Delusion Land, but I have never seen you before - did you come over from the mountains over there?"

“It was a very difficult journey.”

"To be honest, I haven't taken the road you mentioned, but it was indeed very difficult along the way," Masalino said with a wry smile. "I am a planeswalker who likes to travel and explore between different planes."

"This time, there was a slight deviation in my travel. A cloud giant interfered with my coordinates. When I appeared in the material plane again, I ended up here."

"Speaking of which," the planeswalker turned his head with lingering fear to look at the undead creatures still wandering aimlessly, "your territory here really needs to be cleaned up. Even I can't kill all these undead before my spells run out."

"You mages obviously have many limitations, but you still like to be lone wolves," Sera laughed contemptuously, "There was a mage here before who encountered the same dilemma as you."

"That's not the problem..." The Planeswalker muttered guiltily, "If I hadn't spent so much energy escaping from that cloud giant, I wouldn't have..."

(End of this chapter)