Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 297: The Last Descendants of Faramar
The Goblin Hunter always jumps back and forth between the two extremes of reliable and unreliable. Sometimes he behaves like a sophisticated and cold-blooded hunter, and sometimes he acts like a reckless and impulsive fool.

For example, now, before he could fully explore the specific situation ahead, Driver rushed out immediately, and Ron couldn't just stand by and watch, so he had to show up.

When the man and the goblin rushed out of the corner of the tunnel, the ratman's nest that Ron had bombed appeared in front of them.

The shattered rocks had not been cleaned up, and standing outside, one could see the entire interior. The good news was that the person who made the noise was indeed Marsalino. This often missing arcane advisor under Ron was indeed in the cave, and beside him, there was a familiar-looking male dragonborn.

But the bad news is: their current situation does not look good. In the special vision attached to the weaving preface, Ron can see a solid arcane prison that trapped the two of them. There are traces of a large number of spells and minions bombarding the ground inside the prison. Outside, a human figure wrapped in a black robe turned his head sinisterly, looking at Ron and Driver with some confusion.

"Ron?! No, this is not an illusion!" Among the three hesitant parties, the Dragonborn was the first to react and shouted loudly, "Sir, leave here quickly! Go to the lair of Exure, where my lord is--"

"Noisy lizard!" Before the golden dragonborn could finish his words, the black-robed man shouted and the barrier around the golden dragon and the planeswalker suddenly took on a different color, completely cutting off communication between the inside and the outside.

"He's really noisy, isn't he?" This being that Ron had never seen before turned around again. "Are you Ron? I've heard of you, the 'hero who conquered Delusion Land', huh?"

He stretched out his hands to make quotation marks, and around him, Ron could clearly feel a certain dark power growing stronger and stronger. Black mist surrounded the man in black robes. Ron had only seen such energy on the Death Knight.

"It seems you are right." Ron narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled out an arrow from the quiver. As the tail feathers were placed on the bowstring, the whole arrow was coated with a layer of flames.

"Who are you? Why did you invade my territory? And why did you kidnap Rurik and Faramar?"

"What do those orcs and centaurs have to do with you?"

"A friend of mine told me that you are actually selling Deepsilver to Purgatory," the black-robed man snorted coldly, "That dwarf is in charge of this, right?"

His finger pointed to the back of the cave, on the platform where the phantom of the copper dragon had appeared. One of the two tied men, the short and strong one, was obviously Rurik.

"The orcs and centaurs already had a feud, and I just added fuel to the fire when their leader was away." He was not afraid to explain the conflict between the two tribes. "They were too stupid, stupid and reckless, allowing me to easily get a large number of dead people to serve me."

"As for that disabled woman..." The man in black robe sneered, "You call her Farama?"

"Just her? She's not worthy!" "Crack-Crack-" Several remains of ratmen obeyed the call of the black-robed man, crawled up from the ground again, and besieged Ron and the others. At the same time, there appeared several ghosts with blurry faces. "She is a bitch who turned to the devil for her own selfish interests! A traitor! She is not worthy of being the queen of the Falama Kingdom, let alone continuing to live in this world!"

"I am the last descendant of that old dynasty! I am the only remnant of that glorious era! And you, you are nothing but a thief who stole my ancestral land! You and that traitor queen will pay a heavy price for this!"

When talking about this, the man in black robe simply couldn't control his emotions. The surging magic power coupled with his intense emotions rushed towards Ron and Driver. If they were not careful and lost in his will, they would suffer his eternal enslavement.

“Bah! You are so shameless!” With a splitting headache from the arcane shock, Driver could hardly aim with his shortbow. He could only swing his dagger with difficulty, and at the same time used curses to counter the emotional guidance from the enemy. “It’s been so many years since your Gollama Kingdom was destroyed! Why didn’t I see you take revenge on those elves in the Hailan Empire before?!”

"You are a weakling who only bullies the weak and fears the strong!"

"It's the Kingdom of Faramar! You unlearned goblin!" Anger flashed in his eyes beneath the black robe. "The secondary reason is that my power had not yet reached its peak at that time, and those elves did not actually touch the seal left by my ancestors, nor did they release this slut who threw herself into the arms of the devil."

"As for the main reason, your so-called territory is nothing more than a makeshift team put together by a group of ragtag adventurers. It is indeed easier to bully than the Hailan Empire."

"If you had said this a few months ago, I wouldn't have refuted it," Ron raised his hand and blasted out several attacks on the undead, repelling the surrounding ghosts one by one, "but now it's still unknown who is stronger and who is weaker!"

"Just the two of you?" The figure of the man in black robe was so erratic that Ron's shots missed the target several times. On the contrary, the opponent's magic power seemed abnormally strong, forcing Ron to use phantom steps and spell counterattacks several times to deal with it, which greatly limited his room for maneuver.

The specially made arrows could probably hurt the other party, but looking at the two unconscious hostages not far away, Ron withdrew his outstretched hand several times.

The last queen of Faramar was nearly immortal, but the dwarf was a fully alive being, and he would definitely be the first to die if he acted freely.

"Was your ancestor a loach? Or something else!" Ron and Driver were in danger under the black-robed man's spells, but the descendant of Falama, who had not been able to defeat his opponent for a long time, was also depressed, especially when he discovered that the amount of spells possessed by this so-called "Lord of the Delusion Land" was several times more than his own!
I have been dormant for so many years and paid so much, but am I not as good as a young boy? !

The man in black robes looked gloomily at the magic prison over there. If he hadn't needed to focus on these two inexplicable creatures, he wouldn't have been unable to deal with even a mortal and a goblin...

He was willing to use all his energy to fight these survivors to the death, but considering that he had to set a trap to trap the old man and the Dragonborn before, if he let the tiger out of the cage again...

"You'd better die obediently!" The man in black robe chanted in hatred. The ground around him suddenly rolled up with the movement of his palm, and turned into a giant hand to grab Ron. Ron tried to move through the space again to avoid it, but was shocked to find that his limbs were entangled with several red illusory silk threads at some point. Under the opponent's arcane control, his body could not move at all!
(End of this chapter)