Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 302: Death Knight's Rest

"Stay away from me!"

Facing the reinforcements that suddenly dropped from the sky, Gillianis showed no sign of being happy. Her figure shuttled back and forth around the Death Knight like a butterfly. The sword blade condensed by arcane cut through the dense black mist surrounding the Death Knight, leaving marks on the armor.

In the beginning, Gillianis tried to restrict the Death Knight's actions by severely damaging him, but after the attempt failed, her strategy changed to harassment and containment, while delaying time as much as possible and reducing losses.

But what surprised the Elf Wizard was that with the arrival of Ron and his reinforcements, the Death Knight's movements became noticeably slower - could it be the pressure from the golden dragon?
No, it wouldn't. The strength of this Death Knight might even be above that of an adult golden dragon. There is no reason for a being that cannot be easily killed to be afraid of a real dragon.

As for the old wizard? Gillianis frowned slightly - he was a meaningless human, it was good enough that he didn't come to cause trouble.

Could it be that woman?
The elf's gaze fell on Faramar. When this woman who made her feel very uncomfortable approached, Gillianth could clearly feel that the Death Knight was actually retreating!
Gillianis was not the only one who could feel the change in the Death Knight. Almost everyone present who was familiar with the battle clearly noticed the sudden change in this powerful undead creature.

"Ha, our reinforcements have arrived!" Seeing Ron descending from the sky on a golden dragon, Sera's eyes blossomed with joy, "It's time to start the counterattack!"

"Don't be impatient," Ivy stopped her reckless and barbaric companion, "Didn't you see our 'Administrative Advisor'? She walked up there by herself!"

"The Death Knight is guarding her seal, and now Ron isn't stopping her. I think there must be some connection between them."

"What connection does this have? I think she just wants revenge of her own..." Sera wrinkled her nose but still retracted her steps to charge forward.

At this time, the town of New Green Swamp had almost become a ruin, and a large number of undead creatures were completely annihilated by the crowd, leaving only the Death Knight who had lost his mount to fight with Gillianis. But when Faramar slowly walked towards the tall warrior, this battle that would not end in a short time, both sides unexpectedly stopped fighting at the same time, waiting for the unarmed queen to approach.

For the first time, a sound other than a war cry was heard from beneath the Death Knight's heavy visor, but it was as if there was phlegm in its mouth, making the sound so unclear that it almost sounded like sobbing.

In Faramar's opinion, it did have reason to whimper, especially after his arrival.

When she was only three or five steps away from the Death Knight, the Death Knight could easily launch a brutal attack on her. However, he did not do so. With the roar of armor, the knight slowly put down his sword and shield, lowered his head, knelt on one knee and saluted Faramar.

"It's you, Charlie." Faramar's voice was filled with anger, and he stared at the two red lights on the knight's visor that were so faint that they were almost undetectable. "You are still alive in this way."

The Death Knight spoke a language that no one except Faramar could understand. He was explaining his past, in his former homeland, using the language of his hometown.

"To protect me? How shameful, Sir Charles," Farama listened quietly until he sneered at the end, "The way you are loyal to me is to turn against me after you know the game is over, and then guard my tomb? This is really a great loyalty!" Farama no longer communicated with her in the common language. The dialect of the Farama Kingdom was like a string of cannonballs. Although Ron and others could not understand what she was saying at all, looking at the state of both sides, it was obvious that the reprimand from the old superior hundreds of years ago would not be too light.

"Tell me Charlie, where are those bastards under your command? Are they, like you, transformed into these zombie-like armored cans after betraying me?"

The scolding lasted for nearly half an hour. Farama, who was dry-mouthed, seemed tired in the end. Her pent-up emotions were almost completely vented. She tilted her head slightly, waiting for the Death Knight's reply.

To her surprise, her former leader of the Knights Templar made a gesture to wipe out the enemy completely.

"You killed them all because they wanted to blaspheme my—" Faramar was choked by the Death Knight's explanation and rolled his eyes, "This bunch of ungrateful, untameable wolf cubs!"

The furious queen finally calmed down: "Compared to them, you are indeed the better one...Okay Charlie, although I still despise your intelligence, I understand your position and dilemma: although this is not the reason why you chose between your charming lover and your loyal master, and finally chose to betray both parties at the same time. But look at you now, you once wanted to have everything, but in the end you got the most unwanted result in the most unwanted way."

"You were corrupted by your participation in my murder, and were killed by your lover, living forever as a restless ghost."

"But after so many years as a jailer, it seems that you have come to your senses." Faramar walked up to the Death Knight and looked at his former vassal, who was kneeling down and was as tall as himself. "Take off your helmet. Let me see what time has turned the knight I once relied on the most into."

When the Death Knight raised his hands and took off his helmet, everyone, including Ron, stretched their necks to take a look, but the golden dragon wings blocked their vision; "The gaze of the Death Knight is by no means a blessing. Except for the one who can redeem it, it is better for others not to look at it."

Ron never had the chance to see the Death Knight's true appearance - or his remaining appearance - and could only hear Faramar's tired and long sigh.

"Put it on."

The last queen of Faramar raised her hand and motioned the burly knight to stand up. "Charlie, I don't want to say that I forgive you. The pain of being torn into pieces but unable to die is far from being compensated by your atonement. My country has been erased from history, my subjects have become alienated from me, my body and soul have had to be dedicated to purgatory, and the conspiracy against me has not stopped until recently... You are one of the initiators of all these consequences, and your sins will be remembered forever."

"But, I have to say but," the queen stretched her limbs and twisted her neck, "Look at me now, I am still alive, my limbs are intact, and I will live on. After throwing off the shackles called queen, I will live forever and live for other goals. In terms of the result, you have already got one of the two endings you wanted, right?"

"Don't say but," Faramar interrupted the Death Knight's sobbing, "I am standing here alive now, and you have become like this because of your betrayal. You have received the punishment you deserve, and your responsibility has almost been fulfilled. You should understand, Sir Charlie, if you want to fully atone for your sins and get my forgiveness, you only have one last thing to do now-"

Faramar turned around and stopped looking at him. From the perspective of Ron and others, the Death Knight suddenly raised the huge sword and stabbed it into his own chest!
Black ashes were blown away by the wind behind the queen who was no longer a queen, and all the sins were also dissipated in the wind. The soul of this knight who had wandered for hundreds of years in the land of delusion, under the monument of its former monarch, finally found eternal rest at this moment. At the place where the death knight disappeared, only a set of saddles from purgatory was left, quietly waiting for its next owner to pick it up and put it on a new nightmare.

(End of this chapter)