Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 213 Corpse in the Cave
"I don't think it's realistic," Ivy's pointed ears moved. "You heard the sound of the wind blowing through the cave. It must have passed through a very complex terrain to reach this area. This means that we are now in a relatively deep part of the cave. I'm afraid we can't easily find our way out."

"But it's always good to go out for a walk." Ron checked the soil and rocks nearby and pointed in a direction. "Go this way. We should be able to find water not far away."

Although they did not carry much dry food and drinking water, these were not a problem with the pastor by their side. If they could find a running water source, getting out of here should not be a problem.

"Good idea," Sylvia glanced at Ron, "You chose the path with the strongest smell of blood."

"Although the bloodstains on the road should have been there for more than a month, I have an innate advantage in this area and can still smell it."

"More than a month?" Ron's heart moved. "Seymour reported before that the camp was first discovered at that time."

"You mean there might be a connection between the two?" Sylvia thought for a moment and summoned a nighthound from the etheric plane. "Go ahead and scout the way ahead. If you find anything, don't move!"

About half an hour later, the vampire was glad that he had said that. Because it was impossible to make a ferocious yeti hound give up its corpse with only the upper body left and its internal organs and intestines spilled all over the ground just by relying on its beast-like self-control.

Following the light footsteps of the Night Hound, flies and insects fled from a half-rotten corpse, leaving Ron and the others with half a corpse.

"How pitiful..." Ivy frowned and looked at the long dark brown trail behind the corpse. It was the blood that had dried for a long time. "Did he drag half of his body to get here? His will is really strong..."

"He must have known that there was a teleportation array here," Victoria said, "and he crawled all the way here with this hope, but unfortunately, he was unable to reach that place in the end."

"Did he collapse? Or did his friends abandon him and run away? Seymour said that when they first discovered the camp, a crazy figure ran away."

"Maybe he was not teleported and was scared to death after seeing his compatriots disappear," Driver shrugged. "Sylvia, can you let your dog eat him? He looks creepy."

"Victoria?" The vampire gestured to the priest, and Victoria understood what he meant. She performed the Speak with the Dead spell before the drooling night hound could, temporarily "waking up" the corpse.

"It hurts so much..."

This was the first time that Ron and his friends encountered a corpse and it spoke first without waiting for them to ask questions.

"He had been holding this breath in his throat before he died, and now he can finally let it out," Victoria sighed, "Why do you feel pain? Who hurt you?"

“Trap…Ratman…” The corpse sighed softly, as if he had not yet recovered from the pain - even though he was dead enough.

"Ratmen..." Everyone looked at each other. Although this kind of cave was in line with the usual habits of the ratmen, it was obviously impossible for them to make the teleportation array.

"Where are your companions? Are they dead too?"

"Thor...is not here, the others...were caught..." The Thor mentioned by the corpse was most likely the madman that Seymour mentioned. As for the others, they probably became food for the ratmen.

Creatures caught by the ratmen rarely have a good end. These beast-like humanoids have great hatred and malice towards ordinary races. Once they get the chance, they may eat their prey alive and eat their flesh. Compared with them, goblins are considered civilized races - at least their ancestors were rich, and they are also spirits.

"That's going to be difficult," Driver crossed his arms over his chest. "Ratmen are best at setting traps and mechanisms. If we plan to go deeper, we'd better be careful."

"Why did you come here? There is a village nearby, why don't you stay overnight but choose to camp?"

The corpse groaned; "In search of... lost treasures... our ancestors came from... Faramar..."

"Don't disturb the grass...scare away the snakes."

Perhaps because there were too many reconciliation issues to bear, the corpse's eyes suddenly dimmed, and the night hound that had been waiting for a long time could no longer hold back, and pounced on it and began to bite it.
"Descendants of the Kingdom of Falama, as expected," Ron turned his head away, not wanting to watch the bloody scene. "The golden dragon and the foul demon each only revealed half of what they knew: after the fall of the Kingdom of Falama, their survivors split into two groups, one followed the foul demon deep into the mountains, and the other left the land of delusion - but what have they been doing for the past few hundred years? Why did they come back at this time, not earlier or later?"

"You forgot that this area was quite dangerous before, especially for people like them who are not even rookies," Ivy said slowly, "On the first day we arrived in the Delusion Land, we were attacked by a group of lizardmen. Do you think they can survive that time?"

"No," Ron thought for a moment, "In fact, if it weren't for the goblins, we would be in trouble too."

"When it's without a master, it can't beat the beasts. Now that it has a master, it's afraid of being discovered. It's difficult." Sera shook her head. "It's a pity that you asked too hastily. Otherwise, you can ask them if they have any results."

"What if they got there first and found part of it?"

"You might as well rely on this dog than on them," Sylvia pointed at the night hound that was chewing bones to pieces. "Didn't you hear his words? 'Treasure', they don't even know what they are looking for!"

The Savage nodded. "Indeed, your dog is the only one who would call it a treasure."

The Night Hound raised its head when it heard this, but was slapped down by Sylvia: "Eat your food, it's so disgusting!"

The hound whimpered, opened its mouth to bite the last half of the rotten meat and ran back to the etheric plane. There was no sunlight here, and they could freely shuttle back and forth between the two worlds.

"It seems that we may face beastmen next," Victoria took off the kite-shaped shield, "Driverdo, have you ever fought against them? What are the difficulties of ratmen?"

"In fact, there was no fight. I just heard about it from Lord Kalade," Driver thought for a moment, "At that time, I was still a cub. A group of ratmen were driven out of the mountains by their own people and came to seize our territory - yes, that stone mountain range where Ivy escorted the merchants - Lord Kalade fought a great battle with them and finally won the victory after a narrow escape."

"They are good at setting traps and are very good at camouflage. Some strong ones are also proficient in stealth. When hunting, they will place some jewelry or other things in obvious places, set traps below and wait for prey. As long as someone is fooled, they will immediately attack."

"Oh, it looks like that corpse..."

(End of this chapter)