Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 217: Copper Dragon Phantom

Following Ron's order, Sera immediately threw the stone wrapped in arcane at the door of the ratman's house. As a huge explosion sounded, Ron seemed to have only left some charred marks on the heavy stone door.

Faintly, they could hear the rat man's laughter behind the door, as if he was mocking their arrogance.

But these were not unexpected to everyone. What really shocked them was that Ron actually opened another bottle of potion!
"How come you still have spell slots?" Sylvia looked at Ron in astonishment. No one knows the level of their peers better than a spellcaster - Ron should no longer be able to cast spells of this scale!

Although the release and triggering methods are very cumbersome, its power is undoubtedly comparable to Fireball. Is it necessary to say what level of spell this is?

"Why not?" Ron chuckled, and threw out the next "Stone Bomb" again. This time, even the stone door had cracks. "I can cast six such spells a day. This is just the beginning."

"Fewer functions, requiring fewer resources..." The dhampir opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

If the target is a dead object, the casting difficulty is the same as that of the Scorching Ray, and the number of casts per day can naturally be doubled!
"the last one!"

When the third boulder was thrown onto the stone gate and collided with the subsequent flaming arrow, with the violent explosion, everyone hid behind Ivy and Victoria's shields. Stone chips that were more powerful than arrows hit the shields with a crackling sound. The kite-shaped shield even whimpered, and liquid oozed from the surface, trying to repair its body that was dented by the blows.

"We should show this thing to Rurik. He always brags about how powerful the dwarves' gunpowder technology is. It's time to give him a little surface shock!" Sera laughed and rushed in without waiting for the dust to settle.

"Rats, your aunt is here!"

"This woman! She never learns from her mistakes!" Driver shouted in hatred, "Ivy, Victoria, we have to protect her, or we'll just have to find her body!"

"You should take a rest first..." Sylvia was trying to communicate with the Nighthounds again and summon them to protect Ron who "almost lost his ability to fight", but she saw him take out a few gems from his body.

The legacy of the Hailan Empire was truly lavish, giving Ron endurance that was beyond the reach of ordinary wizards. Even if his spells ran out, he still had magic items, right?

"How could I have forgotten this?" Sylvia smiled and shook her head. "But please stay with us. After all, the spells in the gems are fixed and cannot cope with all situations."

The rats who were cheering just now and didn't even have time to catch their breath were broken through the last barrier in the blink of an eye, and then another group of plague gods rushed in with overwhelming force. When the last resistance of the only two remaining rat alchemists turned into nothing under the grip of Canglan, the rest of the rats couldn't even organize any decent defense.

"Wow! Look, they have even set up the pot!" After the short raid, Sera, who was cleaning the battlefield, saw a large pot in the corner. The water in it had been boiled, and besides the flesh and blood of some unknown creature, there was also a small amount of salty moss.

"They're ready to fry us!" Driver pulled the arrow out of a ratman's head and threw it aside in disgust. "Alas, ever since I used that acid gem to enchant the bow, the arrows have become less and less resistant to use."

"How can ordinary bows and arrows resist strong acid corrosion? Can you be more realistic?" Ivy said casually, walking towards a giant platform that was obviously formed by artificial polishing. "Come and take a look at this, what is this?"

"It looks like it's used for praying. Who is the god that the rat people believe in?" Ron walked over and turned to look at Victoria. "What kind of sacrificial activity requires such a large platform?" The size of rat people is not much different from that of humans. They are not a race of giants. What kind of religious ceremony requires a stone platform that is six meters long and wide?
"Looking at the old blood stains on it, it's most likely a living sacrifice, although the size still doesn't match up," Victoria looked at the dirty platform with some disdain. "There aren't many gods worshipped by beastmen, and even fewer by ratmen. You've stumped me."

"But you don't have to be discouraged..." The priest lifted his clothes, stood on the platform, walked a few steps inside and bent down, "The mechanism here has traces of magic. If they don't believe in a certain god, but follow some powerful creature, the two sides are likely to communicate through this."

"But how do we activate it?" Ron walked over. "We can't kill a living sacrifice first, can we?"

"Haven't we already done this step?" Sera picked up the corpse of a ratman who looked high-ranking from his attire and threw it over. The ratman's blood quickly caused the platform to react. Victoria quickly pulled Ron down and waited for further developments.

A phantom soon appeared in front of everyone. It was so tall, with shiny copper-colored scales, and its wings were so... copper-colored?!

"You guys..." Phantom seemed to have her own thoughts. Her huge dragon head lowered and looked at Ron and others in confusion. "You don't look like elves."

"You don't look like a god of the ratmen either," Ron hesitated, "I never knew that ratmen liked dragons as much as kobolds."

"Of course, dragons are loved by all races!" The phantom of the copper dragon made a shrill female voice, "Well, actually they are not my admirers, but they were forced upon me by my master."

"So I won't be angry even if you kill them all, but I have to ask: Are those kobolds still alive and well?"

"Kobolds?" Ron was slightly stunned. "We didn't see any kobolds when we came here..."

Wait… kobolds, caves full of holes of unknown origin, copper dragons?

"I want to ask, does your neighbor have another green dragon?"

"Oh? Are you talking about Oni? Orson Muniper?" Ron's topic immediately aroused the interest of the copper dragon phantom. "Do you know him? He is a good gardener! Tell me how he is now?"

"After those nasty elves came, my real body left in fear, leaving only this phantom and the ratman to hide and continue to complete the master's task. I remember I should have left him a letter, and he should have received it and left..."

The phantom of the copper dragon was lifelike, just like a real dragon. She watched the facial expressions of Ron and others change, and her tone became a little worried:

"Well... I guess Mr. Gardener didn't choose to leave and, well, life isn't going too well, is it?"

(End of this chapter)