Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 237 Centipede or Snake
"Hey, young man," the queen who was thrown out by Ron as a hidden weapon floated back slowly, "You have to let him die a few times. Once he feels the fear of the world after death, he will naturally know how to cherish life."

Resurrection from the dead is not without cost. The deceased will suffer all kinds of pain from both the soul and the body, and many people will even lose part of their own power due to death. Almost all those who were resurrected after a period of time said that they did not want to experience that feeling again.

Perhaps only a ruthless character like Sera can still be brave and fearless after dying once.

However, there is a certain reason why she is fearless and courageous: based on her achievements, she can sit at the adults' table when she enters Valhalla.

"It's too late to appreciate something after you lose it," Yelena snorted and wiped the blood off the blade with a handkerchief. "What the Fallen Shadow Underworld lacks the least is souls who want to repent and start anew."

"Heh, why are they eating so happily?" Driver approached where the demons were squatting before, checking the flesh and blood they were devouring. "This is the body of an owlbear, Sebach, is this the lost owlbear baby you mentioned?"

"How would I know?" The carpenter came over, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "We heard it from Quest, and Quest heard it from the two big owlbears. How would I know what baby they lost?"

"But..." Saibach and Driver looked at each other, their eyes fell on the bulging belly of the owl bear corpse, and they said in unison, "Is there something in it?"

This owlbear was already close to adulthood and was quite large in size. Its abdomen was bulging high, and there seemed to be something vaguely inside.

"Cut it open and take a look." Without waiting for Ron to say anything, the two men immediately started working and cut a bigger gap in the owlbear's abdomen.

With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, a petite figure covered in semi-coagulated plasma and messy internal organs rolled out from the corpse of the owlbear. The man had his eyes closed until a bag of cold water was poured on his face, and then his big eyes slowly opened.

Thanks to the bag of cold water, the blood on his face was washed away. Saibach widened his eyes and looked at the petite halfling in shock. After a while, he shouted:
"It's Jack! He's still alive!"

"Jack, is that him?" Ron also recognized this shapeshifter disguised as a halfling. He was the same kind of person he had exposed before. However, he should be one of the shapeshifters who tend to change his appearance frequently. Why did he still maintain this form?
"Uh... Sebach? Why are you here?" The halfling who was awakened by the cold water sat up with difficulty with the help of the goblin hunter and the carpenter. He tilted his head, trying to swat out the plasma that had entered his ears. Slowly coming back to his senses, he saw Ron standing not far away.

"Lord... Sir?" Jack looked at Ron in shock. "Am I finally eaten? Why do I see you?"

"Of course it's because you weren't eaten," Sebach hugged Jack in a bear hug, "Where are the others? Where did Quest and the others go?"

The halfling used all his strength to push the agitated carpenter away: "I don't know, we ran separately."

"After we found the stone box, you disappeared into the darkness holding the stone box like a madman, and soon we heard your screams," Jack recalled what happened after he separated from Sebach. "We tried to find you, but it seems we took the wrong path and woke up a monster that looked like a centipede."

"We were chased so hard that we had no way out. Fortunately, the monster seemed to be only interested in Quest. In order to let him escape with the others, I turned into his appearance and he turned into my appearance to escape separately. The monster was fooled and chased me like crazy, cutting through half of the maze."

"I left a lot of marks in different places so that Questor could find me, but then the paint ran out and I was stabbed several times, so I had to use bloody handprints instead." The halfling grinned. Victoria turned over the owlbear's belly and found two or three small potion bottles inside.

"I hid in here. The owlbear stepped on a trap and died here. I turned into a halfling and hid in its belly to avoid being hunted down and heal my wounds at the same time," Jack cast a grateful look at Ron. "Thanks to the weak potion of the lord, otherwise, I would not have survived until you came to rescue me. I was stabbed several times in the back at that time. It was almost impossible for me to hold my breath with injuries under the eyes of three minotaurs."

"You can be considered to have inherited the good luck of the halflings," Ivy said with a smile, "If we had come a little later, we would have found you in the belly of the minotaur."

"That's right," Jack also laughed. Although he was still very weak, he could still perform simple actions. "But judging from the way you look, you probably haven't found Quest and the others yet."

"Do you know where they are?"

"I don't know." Jack stood up with his hands on his knees, took the water bag handed to him by Victoria and took two big gulps. "But I think they should be able to find us soon, and they won't be the only ones who come."

The painter looked at the bloodstains and corpses on the ground and said, "I guess you didn't kill them by assassination, right? With the commotion here, I'm sure they will soon--"

Before Jack finished speaking, You's body penetrated the wall and floated over: "Hurry, hurry, get out of here!"

"There's a snake-like demon coming towards you! I saw with my own eyes a group of lizards dressed as statues being shredded into pieces by it! It's very powerful!"

"Minced into meat slices?" Exuri raised his neck. "Shouldn't a snake-like demon be minced into minced meat?"

"I'm not wrong!" You said, with his hands on his hips, angrily. "Stop quibbling and get out of here!"

"Well, I don't think I should leave," Sylvia poked her head out from the corner of the dead end, then quickly retracted it, "Benefactor, prepare your spells, it's coming."

"As for whether it is a snake or a centipede, a piece of meat or meat paste, you should have the result soon."

As he spoke, the vampire wizard grasped his staff with both hands and began to chant the most and most powerful spells at the fastest speed in his life.

Ron soon understood why Sylvia did this: when the thick and long winding body slid through the corridor in front, the cold light of the scimitar was reflected in Ron's eyes.

There are six scimitars as sharp as snowflakes!

(End of this chapter)