Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 278 Shadows of the Past

"you……"

Scythe's bearded face was still full of disbelief, but no one knew that his astonishment did not entirely come from the fact that Seymour was able to defeat him, but more from Seymour's enchanted dagger.

"You are just a runaway slave! How can you have such power?!" the wounded orc growled, "You are only fit to live in the gutter!"

"It's the Underdark. Although I don't like that place either, it's too much to call it that." Seymour raised the dagger again. "But forget it. After all, what right does a dead man have to--"

Seymour's voice suddenly stopped, he widened his eyes and looked down at his wrist. A large hand of the orc tightly grasped his wrist, preventing the dagger from falling further.

But that's not all. Zhuoer found incredulously that a series of electric arcs flashed on the hand of the sickle!
"Electric claw?! Seymour, be careful!"

A scorching ray shot out from Sylvia's cane before she warned him. However, even with such a quick reaction, Seymour could not escape unscathed.

Zhuo Er let out a muffled groan, his entire right hand and forearm were charred by the electricity. If it weren't for Sylvia's spell that forced her to let go of the sickle, Victoria would have had to use resurrection magic to save him.

But the scorching ray from the vampire didn't hit the sickle in the end. A figure with long silver hair appeared from the etheric plane and stood in front of the sickle. She stretched out her hand, and a barrier rose in front of her, eliminating the arcane magic into nothingness.

Before the other party could say anything, Ron nocked an arrow - the kind that was not suitable for a shortbow.

"Dear guests, please wait--" Before the silver-haired man could finish his words, the bow and arrow in Ron's hand made a dangerous clanging sound!
"Protective flame!"

The fire element raged throughout the area in an instant. Ron's team had experience and was able to survive under the protection of Victoria and Ivy. However, Scythe and the silver-haired man who suddenly appeared and rescued him were not so lucky and were submerged in the terrifying chain explosion.

"Thank you, benefactor!" Seymour smiled bitterly and hid beside Ron. He was almost exposed to the explosion range just now.

"Stop talking nonsense next time!" Ron rolled his eyes. "Where's the acid gem? Is it still on you?"

"Here I am."

A powerful arcane energy surged through the mine and the surrounding area. The silver-haired woman's long hair fluttered, floating in front of everyone. She was unscathed, not even the corners of her clothes were wrinkled. The terrifying explosion caused by Ron's newly developed arrowhead was so easily resolved by her.

However, it was not without any casualties - Scythe, the Orc instructor, was abandoned when he needed protection the most. Ron could not even find his complete body. Only a pair of large feet left there vaguely reminded him that there had been a creature here.

It was during this time that Ron finally had time to look up and down at the silver-haired creature that was blocking his way.

This is a female elf with long silver hair and lake blue eyes. Considering that elves usually begin to age when they are on the verge of death, she is still young and beautiful, with smooth, white and elastic skin, and is very well maintained.

Judging from the white robe she was wearing, she should be a magician or something like that, but from her right shoulder to her right hand she was covered in mithril armor, and there was even a lion's head carved on her shoulder, which made her look a little out of place.

At this moment, she was holding a gem in her left hand, which was the strong acid gem. "You are very good," the moon elf-like woman looked up at Ron, and her porcelain-like face showed no emotion. "Your idea is very good. Even I didn't have time to make a judgment and give the orc the right protection."

Her first reaction was to use the sickle to block the arrow, but she didn't expect that the arrow was just a carrier. When she found out, it was too late to cast a spell.

"I've lived for five or six hundred years, and this is the second time that someone I wanted to protect has died in front of me," the elf approached Ron step by step. Ivy Shield wanted to stop him, but for some reason he was forced to retreat step by step. "You are very good, human."

"You are... the person Seymour and the others met that day?" Ron looked at the other party warily. He tried to summon the Preface to the Weaving Spell, but the spell book left Ron's side immediately after it appeared and turned into the arms of the elf!
"it's me."

"The Foreword to Weaving resisted my instructions that day, and now you can actually steal it directly?"

The moon elf sneered: "This is my spell book. You are the thief, aren't you?"

"As for this drow, you killed someone in my territory, and the lord is not allowed to intervene!"

Ron was stunned. If the information he knew was correct, the Weaving Foreword had only one previous owner, so -

"You are!"

That Chief Archmage Gillianis Galanold?! But how did she end up here?

"You are the remnant of Hailan!" Before Ron could reveal the other party's real name, Ivy had already swung her shield and smashed it, "There must be someone behind the Mindatis group!"

"How dare you appear before us so openly?"

As soon as Ivy said this, almost all of Ron's companions immediately moved and surrounded the moon elf. Quest, who was usually laughing and joking, was even one of the most radical ones. At this moment, he almost used all his strength, constantly shuttling in the shadows, and the long stick in his hand was like a python coming out of a cave, twisting towards the opponent's lower body!

Seeing this, Ron naturally couldn't stay out of it, but his spell book turned against him in front of the formation, which greatly reduced the efficiency of his spellcasting. Fortunately, as a wizard, Ron always carried a lot of materials and items such as alchemical potions and magic scrolls, which could also cause some trouble to the elves from time to time.

However, this elf should be the one that Ron had thought of. Although her current strength was completely disproportionate to her previous status, even if she only released some not-so-profound spells, she could still fight on equal terms with everyone on Ron's side!

"I recognize this sword, the Grip of Blue Waves." The greatsword in Sera's hand brushed against the elf's hair, but failed to hurt her hair. "Although that warrior was a slave, he still has a place in my memory."

"As for you, Yelena," the elf raised his right hand and grasped the end of the spiked chain in Shadow Spirit's hand, "Carolina didn't pay you to attack me."

"I'm sorry, the contract has expired!" The thorn chain in Yelena's hand suddenly dissipated, and a new weapon condensed from her hand again, "Old witch, I'm on Ron's side now!"

(End of this chapter)