Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 272 Repeatedly
"Snapped"!
Almost at the same time as the wine glass fell to the ground, an arrow came from the back of the restaurant and pierced the back of the head of the zombie lord who had just bared his teeth at Ron. The sharp arrowhead penetrated its rotten flesh and bones, and a little cold light appeared from its open mouth.

Henry's hair stood on end in an instant - he saw clearly that the arrow was pointing nowhere but his heart!

If the penetration power was a little stronger...

The necromancer subconsciously looked in the direction where the arrows came from. A couple of interracial lovers on the other side had already stood up. The female elf took out a longbow from somewhere and shot arrows from the bow, smashing several undead creatures into pieces.

The man seemed to have no worries, but when several thugs tried to stop the elf, he took out a panflute. A wonderful rhythm sounded around these villains, and faint silk threads tied their hands, feet and joints together. Apart from dancing to the man's music, they could no longer make any movements.

However, this is not what scares the Necromancer the most.

Ron's broken wine glass was like a switch. When it fell to the ground, almost all the diners in the Baka Restaurant stood up under the leadership of an old halfling! They silently drew daggers or daggers from their arms or boots, and stared at the thugs and undead creatures on the ground with expressionless faces.

It seemed that as long as Ron said a word, they would rush up like a pack of wolves and tear the enemies into pieces.

"This... Baka! What's going on?!"

The necromancer looked at his old friend in panic, only to find that this old friend who was best at turning strangers into acquaintances was even more panicked than himself. He could not hold the sharp knife in his hand steadily and it was shaking constantly.

"I, I don't know! Didn't you ask me to deal with them?!"

"damn it!"

Henry cursed angrily, then casually pulled up his old friend's arm, and the two of them instantly disappeared from where they were and appeared at the door.

A blue light flashed in Ron's eyes, but the spell counterattack was still unable to stop the more powerful teleportation array.

"Boy, do you think you can control me with this? You are dreaming - Death Cloud Technique!"

As the necromancer chanted, a ball of yellow-green poisonous fog with a radius of more than six meters rolled and spread in the restaurant. When Ron tried to resolve this indiscriminate attack with magic, the restaurant thugs who had no protection from magic fell in a pool of blood one after another with blood coming out of all their orifices.

The effect of the poisonous fog created by this magic is by no means comparable to that of ordinary alchemical drugs. Even if a creature holds its breath or even does not need to breathe, it will still be affected by it. Without the help of priests or other spellcasters, ordinary creatures trapped in it will be doomed.

"He's going crazy and he's going to kill even his own people!" The goblin hunter was glowing with a sacred emerald light. "Ron, hurry! They're about to run away!"

"Don't worry, he can't get far," Ron stirred up strong winds in the restaurant, gathering the Death Cloud in an empty corner. Victoria's chanting caused the stone part of that corner to sink several meters deep. Since the fog of the Death Cloud was heavier than air, it seeped into the cracks in the ground in less than a moment.

Only some of the restaurant thugs present, and even some of the helpers brought by Sreed, must have fallen to the ground and would never wake up again. "Sacrifice is necessary. The spellcaster's spells are limited. If he dares to do this, he will have no capital to fight to the death with us later." The halfling butler did not seem to have any regrets about the deaths of the people he had found. He jumped onto the belly of a corpse and looked up at Ron.

"I see that you don't seem to be in a hurry. Are the arrangements behind sufficient to prevent him from escaping back to his own mage tower?"

"I'm sure of that," Ron nodded. "These people are carefully selected by you, right?"

"They are all rats from the stinking ditch, with no relatives or friends, and they are only today but not tomorrow," Strider followed Ron's footsteps and walked out, "Don't worry, I won't bring them if they have other value - Master Hendricks still has interests in it."

Here, Ron and others followed the Necromancer's escape route as if they were strolling in the garden, but Henry and Baka were not so relaxed.

"Still not working!" Baka looked at his wizard friend in panic. He once again took out a scroll from his pocket. However, when he tore it open, a blue light flashed and the spell failed again.

"No! There must be a spellcaster lurking around here!" The necromancer panted and said angrily, "We have to run farther!"

"Damn it, where is that hidden spellcaster? And how does it know what spell I'm going to use!"

The Necromancer and his butcher friend fled along the deserted street. He would occasionally throw some arcane spells like fireball or darkness around, but no one could stop him. But once the few remaining teleport spells were taken out, there would inevitably be a spell counter-attack on him - if they kept running like this, the short distance from the restaurant to the wizard tower was enough for them to die several times!
"If they ambush a few assassins here, it will be difficult for the two of us to--"

Just as Henry Robertson stopped to take a breath, a window next to him opened and two figures, one black and one white, stepped out of the window. The two killers were not polite at all and their sharp weapons fell on the vital parts of the two men.

"Fear spell!"

An ever-changing shadow immediately appeared in front of the Necromancer, and the two killers saw the things they feared most in their lives. The sudden intense fear caused one of the men in black to drop his weapon instantly, and the other killer was also affected by the arcane after a brief confrontation with Baka. After dodging several rays of Henry, he pulled his companion and ran away.

"Come on!"

Without caring about the pursuit, Henry and Baka, the two brothers in distress, supported each other and quickly left this troubled place. However, perhaps the fight just now exposed their whereabouts, and a patrol team happened to block their way at a fork in the road.

"Baka! We've received a report that your restaurant is suspected to be related to several disappearances, and we need you to come with us now!"

"And you, Mr. Henry! You've only been out for a few days and you're already casting high-level arcane magic in the city? Do you have any attachment to the Public Security Bureau? Come on, please stay with Mr. Baka for a while!"

(End of this chapter)