Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 300 Come with me
Everyone's eyes were focused on the big devil.

"So I hate you hypocritical golden dragons," Gracia rolled her eyes. As she waved her hand, the remaining part of Faramar appeared out of thin air and returned to Faramar's body like a tired bird returning to its nest. "Do you know how much I will have to pay for every word you say?"

"You only have to pay the price you agreed on long ago," Jin Long snorted, "so to be precise, you are just trying to pay less."

"So... you could have taken her away by yourself the whole time?!" Ron looked at Gracia in astonishment. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. "Then why did you still..."

"If it weren't for this first time, would you have sold me the Yuanyin so easily?" Gracia pretended to fiddle with her nails indifferently. "The so-called transaction is a one-way deal. If I don't give you some sweet treats first, how can I get what I want later?"

"Besides, she is not actually my ultimate target. As long as the creatures related to the abyss that sealed her are still there, it will always be difficult for Hell to intervene in this land. Look at what you have done: you instigated a foul demon to rebel and killed two powerful demons hiding in the deepest part. If I took action, it would definitely cause a big commotion, but it would be completely different if you came."

"It's just that it would be better to pay less. It's a pity that this big lizard messed it up. No wonder Tiamat hates you so much."

"Looking at all the planes, I don't know if there is anything that he doesn't hate."

"Even He sometimes becomes a little more stable," Gracia shrugged. "Well, it seems that my plan was ruined by your big, stupid dragon friend. But you didn't get a complete body, did you? So I still have to calculate the reward based on the incomplete four parts."

"Oh, yes, yes, that's what you said." Ron agreed and nodded to the golden dragon gratefully. This real dragon, who had not given him a good first impression, was really a great help today.

"Well, originally I was planning to give you a legendary item, but you didn't complete the task, so I have to think about what to give you," Gracia said casually, making a promise that she had no intention of fulfilling. "How about... this?"

The Grand Duke of Purgatory waved his hand, and the blood that had spurted out from the palm of the demon lord that she had cut open gathered again from the ground and rose into the air, turning into a drop of blood half the size of a fist. The unpredictable blue and red flames burned the already scarce liquid, and finally the blood fell into the palm of the Grand Duke of Devil, turning into a piece the size of a fingernail.

It looked like a small piece of obsidian, without any characteristics of blood, but also without the aura of plague and death that Orcus's projection contained.

"This is……"

"The essence of the demon lord is truly a good thing, not to mention that it comes from the famous Orcus and has been extracted by me," Gracia chuckled. "Believe me, its value is enough to make even the miser Mammon work for you."

"Your friend is a planeswalker, right? You can ask him how precious such a drop of essence is."

Seeing Ron looking at him, Masarino smiled bitterly and said, "Well... Actually, I have never seen anyone selling demon blood of this purity, so I can't give an exact value."

"But I can give you some reference: some casters or enchanters will buy the blood plasma of ordinary demons as raw materials at high prices ranging from hundreds to nearly ten thousand gold coins per bottle. In the City of Gates, Sigil, a small bottle of unrefined blood of a Balrog was auctioned for a high price of seven figures."

"In that case, wouldn't all the demons be millionaires?" Seven digits. Driver counted on his fingers for a long time, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Gold coins are not very meaningful to most demons and devils. Soul coins are a more valuable currency." Gracia looked down on the goblins' greed for money. "If they lose this kind of blood essence that can be used as a variety of materials, even high-level demons will be weakened for a while. Will they become weak in the chaotic abyss?"

"He will die soon," Masarino nodded. "Unless he is so poor that he is about to starve to death, even the beggars in the abyss will not choose to sell blood for money." "Then, this refined blood of the demon lord..." Ron stared at the obsidian in Gracia's palm. It seemed to be able to swallow all the light around it.

"I'm not your commentator," Gracia smirked, and the obsidian in her hand turned into a black light and sank into Ron's alchemy backpack. "It's best if you ruin it, then you'll come to me for another drop."

"I can't believe I'm so lucky that I can have a second chance," Ron smiled and shook his head. "Anyway, thank you for your generosity. When you wanted to lower the price, I thought you would--"

"You can't do anything with such a small amount of blood essence. You think I'm generous because you're just a young mortal who hasn't seen the world," Gracia sneered and dissolved a contract into thin air. "But it is indeed precious. Even ten thousand years from now, your descendants can use this to brag about the great achievements of their ancestors - they once hurt a demon lord and got away with it while collecting blood essence."

"I won't use real garbage to perfunctorily deal with you. If we really lose the Yuanyin mine here because of this, Zariel will definitely come after me to the death."

"Speaking of the Deep Silver Mine..." Ron had not forgotten his companions who were still fighting. "I may still need your help. A Death Knight is wreaking havoc in my territory. Although Khaoga is strong, I'm afraid he can't completely destroy it."

"The one who tied the bell must untie it. The way the Death Knight exists is very special. Even I can hardly stop him." Gracia was not interested in this. A magic circle lit up under her feet. She was actually ready to leave. "But it doesn't matter. Anyway, the final credit will fall on me. You just need to wait for the person who can solve the problem to wake up."

"But compared to this," the little princess of hell laughed maliciously, "you should be more worried about the lich. Don't forget that these guys are not easy to kill. They have life boxes, and the life box of that guy is most likely not in the delusion land."

"Hiss--" Speaking of this, Ron felt a toothache. The lich enslaved a group of orcs and centaurs on the way here. Its lair must not be in the fantasy place. How long will it take to find it?
I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, I'm afraid this lich will bring them a lot of trouble in the future...

"Click" In a heavily guarded secret cave tens of thousands of miles away from the delusion land, an inconspicuous black box suddenly trembled, and dark purple flickering dust emerged from the life box and re-aggregated into a new body, but this body was shriveled and skinny, as if it had spent hundreds of years.

"Hateful..." The body spoke hoarsely like the descendant of the Falama Kingdom, "That bastard is just a nobody! How could he allow a full-grown golden dragon and even the Devil Duke to help him?!"

"How hateful, how hateful, how hateful!" His face was distorted, and endless hatred turned into substance, causing the surrounding vegetation to wither.

"But it doesn't matter." After venting his emotions, he sat down panting, the two dots of light in his eyes were gloomy and vicious, "I still have a lot of time, a lot of time, I can keep wasting time with you, I don't believe they can stay by a thief forever!"

"They really can't," just as the lich was filled with resentment, an old and distant voice suddenly sounded behind him, "So I decided to perform my duties more seriously."

"Who is it?!" The lich jumped up in fear. He had never thought that someone could sneak into the deepest part of his secret base without making any noise! ​​Who on earth could have such a skill?
The lich was shocked to notice that the being in front of him had a half-goat, half-human body that was almost exactly the same as his patron's, exuding the aura of plague and death, but its size was much smaller than the projection of the Undead Lord, and was only the size of an ordinary humanoid creature.

But he could conclude that this existence was definitely not his master!
“Who am I?” The rotten ram’s head exuded gray mist. “He” paused, as if thinking, “I’m not very good at introducing myself, but as an undead creature and a spellcaster, perhaps you can call me the Undertaker of All Things, or the End of Spells.”

"Your magic is a mistake, and so is your existence. It's time to put an end to it all."

"follow me."

(End of this chapter)