Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 293 Dark Clouds Overwhelm
"Giant sword, black fog..." Ron and his companions were all stunned when they heard such a description, and Sera and Ivy reacted most strongly.

As two people who had once fought the Death Knight head-on with real weapons, no one knew the horror of that existence better than them.

"Didn't they say before that those things would only stay near the monument?!" Sera swung her sword vigorously, and the Grip of the Blue Sky plowed out a dark red open space among the orcs. "How did it get here!"

"This place is not close to the monument, not to mention that most undead creatures move slowly." Victoria's weapon could not behead the undead creatures around her, but fortunately there were some Cambions and little devils fighting alongside her, and the nearby enemies were quickly wiped out. "Even if they can leave, the foul demon can no longer control them, and it will take a long time for them to appear here - how did they get here?"

"That foul demon! Remember those undead creatures under her village!" Driver suddenly remembered something, "Only she can mobilize those ghosts!"

"Datinus? She has signed a contract with my lord." Kaojia's cold eyes swept across the goblin hunter on the ground. "Are you questioning the authority of Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

"She also said before that the zombies she has are the limit of what she can mobilize..." Ron frowned and turned to the Elf Master for help. "Gilliannis, do you know what kind of means may lead to this situation?"

"If it's just a single Death Knight, teleportation will work, but if you want to mobilize an entire army over a long distance... do these undead creatures have a spellcasting group composed of high-level liches?"

"If that were the case, we wouldn't be alive today," Ivy looked up at the elf, "The high-level liches you mentioned should at least be on par with you, right?"

"Weaker than me, no doubt." Gillianis snorted, "But it seems that they don't even have this... Then the more likely scenario is that there is a teleportation array nearby that is connected to their original base - is there?"

Ron and the others looked at each other.

"Yes, there are," Ron looked a little strange, but he still unfolded the weaving preface and showed Gillianis the map he had obtained before, "But you see, these five sealed places are independent of each other, and the ten teleportation arrays are in pairs. The teleportation array at the monument is tens of thousands of miles away from here."

"You actually got a map? Interesting..." Gillianis immediately perked up. "It seems that you and I can really get along well. Lord, can I assume that you also recorded the actual conditions of these teleportation arrays?"

Ron did not answer, but simply turned a page of the weaving preface, and immediately drawings of every teleportation array he had come into contact with appeared on it.

He had enchantment to learn, and these teleportation arrays were undoubtedly one of the best teaching materials. There was no way Ron would miss the real examples in front of him.

"It doesn't look like they were created by the same group of people," the well-informed archmage quickly came to the conclusion, "but the technical system is basically the same. If there is a scholar who is proficient in this area, he should be able to connect the different teleportation arrays."

"Permanently change the direction of the formation?"

"Impossible, it's just a one-time operation," the elf waved his hand. "These teleportation arrays are not reliable enough. In addition, they have been in disrepair for a long time. It's a blessing that they can still be used. Reconnecting can only be a one-time operation. Look, the nearest teleportation array is on this side of the canyon? Then it should be completely scrapped now - including the one originally connected to it."

In other words, this kind of teleportation is not repeatable. One connection will destroy four teleportation points, and the ten teleportation arrays can only use this trick twice at most. This really made everyone feel relieved - if there was an endless torrent of undead behind the teleportation array, they would have no choice but to pack up and flee.

"But in fact, even the current enemy is hard for you to resist, isn't it?" The Devil poured cold water on the mortals, "Just talking about the Death Knight, you can't contend with him, right?"

"That's true. We fought each other before and barely escaped with our lives," Ron sighed. "Ms. Chaoga, you are a powerful devil and you have assisted Grand Duke Mephisto in his experiments. You should have done a lot of research on the soul, right?"

"'Have assisted in the experiment?'" The Devil was amused by Ron's statement, "I'm just an experiment, don't think too highly of me!"

"Besides, the operating principle of the Death Knight is quite complicated, and it is definitely not something that can be figured out by simply saying 'soul research'," Gillianis said indifferently, "Currently, the more common way to stop the Death Knight is to let him atone for his sins and gain eternal salvation."

"Elf, you are kidding, right?" Khaoga raised his eyebrows. "Death Knights are undead creatures. Who knows how long they have been dead! This one here has been dead for at least three to four hundred years! Even if it once had a chance to atone for its sins, it has all vanished now!"

"Yes, so most Death Knights cannot be stopped," Gillianis did not deny this, "but I think--"

Before the elven wizard finished his words, the ground began to shake and the hill giant roared from deep in his throat, trying his best to hide the fear and dread in his heart.

The hill giant's intelligence is limited, and he hardly knows how to write the word "fear". The reason why he reacted like this is more like a creature in the food chain encountering a natural enemy.

This made the giant shudder instinctively.

"Tap, tap..." The heavy sound of horse hooves echoed in the streets that had just escaped the control of the orcs and centaurs. The uniform friction of bones was like the background sound of the accompaniment, setting off the terror of the coach. Ron stood on the roof and saw a black cloud slowly advancing towards this side from the outside of New Green Swamp Town.

The sound of the marching undead army was like a death knell. Even the air around them was no longer on the side of the living. It tilted and pressed down from all directions towards every living being that still needed to breathe.

"Gu--" Sera swallowed loudly. The barbarian, who had always been fearless, now began to sweat on his palms.

The goblins and gnolls were in even worse condition. The braver ones were trembling all over as if they were struck by electric current; the timid ones had already fallen to the ground, and it was hard to explain in words whether their pants were wet or dry.

"Fire, fireball?" Ampby looked at the kobold Moruo for help, but the kobold warlock couldn't even utter a complete sentence now. His upper and lower teeth knocked against each other frantically, and other than that, he could not make any other sound.

(End of this chapter)