Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 311: The Cenotaph under the Old Banyan Tree
Ron and the others became a little more cautious about these rumors, but that was all.

Sulina and her bestie were not adventurers, and they had neither martial arts nor magic, so they would easily exaggerate the monsters they encountered. Ron really wanted to see how powerful a monster that was even more different than a Death Knight could be.

Can you really pull down an Old One to introduce him to Mr. Ke?
"I advise you to give up your idea," the shadow spirit sitting in the corner raised his eyelids and glanced at Ron, "Some things may not exist originally, but if you think about them, they may really exist."

Yelena's reminder was well-intentioned, but it gave Ron an idea: when it comes to dealing with the so-called "unspeakable", who among them has more experience than a sorcerer?

If I have to name one, it would only be that witch named Polly!

Ying Ling swore to her master that she absolutely did not want to participate in such an adventure that sounded very dangerous, but after all, Ron was the one who had the final say. No matter how reluctant she was, she had no choice but to be dragged into the team. She stood up reluctantly, lowered the brim of her hood, and walked out of the meeting room, ready to pack her things first.

As the pillar of Roan's team for a long time, Sera asked for leave this time and didn't want to get involved. The barbarian was not afraid to fight with all kinds of behemoths, and even facing real dragons, giants and Titans would not affect her determination to draw her sword, but she never wanted to fight with the ethereal undead again.

"Fighting the air is really exhausting, and it will also affect my skills and control of strength," Sera explained. "Besides, if there is something controlling my mind, I might be held back."

Sera's concerns were not unfounded. After some consideration, the other companions agreed not to bring Sera with them on this expedition. However, Yelena, who was known for her skills and agility, could not completely replace Sera's functions. There had to be another person in the team to reduce Ivy's burden as much as possible in the event of a battle.

"Let me go with you," Quest stood up. "To be honest, although I have known you all for a long time, I have never had the opportunity to fight side by side. This time, Sir Ron, you must make my wish come true."

"And I'm also a little curious. I've been a spy for many years, but I've never heard of the existence of an earldom. This is simply unimaginable!"

"Although we have never fought side by side, your contribution is not small," Ron said with a smile, "But since you said so, I will not refuse your kindness."

"Have those people decided? Then let's go tomorrow morning. After sending them off, we will set off together!"

As for the others, the territory must be taken care of, and there must be strong people in charge. It was impossible for Gillianis to follow Ron and others on explorations with unclear purposes all day long; as for the witch, Ron didn't dare to take her with him anymore, so he simply didn't tell her about this matter.

Early the next morning, the Centaur clan, who had barely reached a consensus, set out southward ahead of Ron's team. After Ron and his team followed them for a distance, they turned and headed straight for the Gnoll Canyon. Passing by the old banyan tree, the route was currently the safest to the other side of the mountain.

"The green dragon is dead, but the vegetation it planted is growing so lushly," Quest said with some emotion as he walked through the green dragon's garden, reaching out his hand and pulling through the harmless plants.

When passing by the banyan tree, the tiefling looked up at the remains of the green dragon, which was still shocking even though it died in a humiliating manner, and couldn't help sighing. Compared to Quest, who did not go deep into the nest, Yelena, who had come here to collect corpses for her fellow tribesmen, seemed much calmer. But when everyone was about to leave, the shadow spirit suddenly let out a light exclamation. She stopped in front of a small earth pit under the old banyan tree. There was nothing there now. Judging from the traces around it, it should have been dug open by something with claws.

"What's wrong?" Ron walked over. If his memory served him well, there was no such pit here before.

"I had buried some fragments of von Richthofen's clothing here as a memorial," Yelena explained, "but now they have been dug up."

"Maybe it's some wild animal," Driver said, not seeing any problem here. "After all, this isn't a cemetery in a big city. Isn't it normal for it to be dug up?"

"But I didn't put any blood or flesh in here, nor did I leave any bones. Why would wild animals dig it up?" Yelena retorted.

"Maybe it was just for fun," the goblin hunter was unwilling to waste his brain cells on this. "Besides, you see, the hole you dug is not very deep. It is entirely possible that it was blown open by a strong wind one day."

"Although I don't want to dwell on this matter, your attitude still annoys me, goblin," Shadow Spirit curled his lips under his hood in disdain, "Forget it, I've already asked someone to send her body back anyway, Sir Ron, let's continue on our way."

This little episode did not disrupt the team's original plan. There were all kinds of creatures in the ground. Not to mention a small pit being dug up, it was entirely possible that the mountain range they were going to was razed to the ground one day. Even if the reason could not be explained, it would not explain anything.

However, the mountain range was not razed to the ground, and even the demon village in the mountain remained almost unchanged.

Due to Sera's absence, the team's hunting efficiency was greatly reduced. Therefore, when everyone arrived at the foot of the mountain, the dry food had run out. Ron had to change his original plan and instead visit the filth demon that had surrendered to Order to see if he could buy some food in the village.

"I'm happy to do business, but..." The Filthy Demon was still sitting in the room. Her expression did not change, but her tone was a little embarrassed. "Sir Ron, even if you use 500,000 gold coins to buy a loaf of bread, it's useless: gold coins can't be spent here at all!"

"How about you see if you can use barter?"

The wings behind the Filthworm fluttered slightly, and her slender fingers pointed outside the house, signaling Ron to pay attention to the demons or human vendors wandering in the village: "You see, they don't need gold coins as a carrier of value. Fur, handicrafts and even shells are enough to complete the transaction."

"They won't live much longer, and I don't think introducing currency will do any good except burden them, so if you can't provide us with what we actually need, we can't trade food to you."

(End of this chapter)