Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 316: The Withered Spirit

The bloodthirsty bronze egret statue also tried to make a profit from this premeditated massacre, but although it looked like a water bird, its body was made of bronze. The moment it came into contact with the stream full of dangerous electric currents, the statue let out a scream that drowned out the jackals, and then quickly sank.

If Ron hadn't remembered to pick it up after the battle, the statue would have had to rely on the water to return to the manor it longed for.

"A few of them escaped from the other side." Victoria smashed a jackal's belly with the tip of her kite shield. "I wonder if they will go looking for reinforcements."

"The premise is that they must have reinforcements. I think the one I shot dead should be their leader," Driver said, "and all the jackals here were wiped out. If they really have reinforcements, they would not come here if they are smart enough."

"The water is polluted by the dirty blood of the jackals," Yelena looked at the freshwater fish on the water that were electrocuted and turned upside down with regret, "otherwise, we could at least get a few more rations."

"Now is not the time to fish. Let's leave here quickly. The smell of blood will soon attract other things." Ron was not reluctant to leave his fruitful results of electrofishing. "According to the map we wrote down on the mountain and the distance we have traveled, we have to find a safe place to rest for a night."

No one wants to take a break at this critical moment, but considering the strength of those gargoyles, if they don't want to be wiped out in their lair, sufficient energy and physical strength are essential.

Flowing downstream, as the stream beside us becomes gradually winding, the surrounding scenery gradually begins to reveal its unusual side.

Under the setting sun, the dry trees were coated with golden-red afterglow. The sparse vegetation looked like the twisted limbs of zombie skeletons, while in the dense areas, unusual movements could be heard from time to time. The tree men and dead branch monsters moved their bodies cautiously, tracking the team that was recklessly going deep into the hinterland.

"There are souls wandering around here," Yelena licked her lips. "This place is not too far from the cemetery. We can rest here for a night so that we can arrive during the day tomorrow."

"Elemental creatures don't care about day and night," Victoria disagreed with the suggestion. "It's still early now. Since we are very close, we should act as soon as possible!"

"Wait until tomorrow, Sylvia might be——"

"Elemental creatures are not affected, but undead creatures are," Shadow Spirit shrugged, "I am just suggesting it. In fact, compared to day, night is my home turf."

"That's not a coincidence, I prefer the night too," Quest chuckled, and Driver followed closely in agreement.

"I'm fine with that," Ivy stopped and turned to look at Ron, "One of us doesn't have darkvision - is that okay with you?"

"Just because I was born without it doesn't mean I can't have it," Ron wiped his hands clean and began to cast a spell on his eyes. "I actually suggested taking a safe approach, but since everyone agrees to resolve this matter as soon as possible, then let's do it this way."

Ron moved the quiver containing special arrows to a position where it was easier to draw. Fortunately, he no longer had to rely entirely on spellcasting to ensure his survival. As long as he was not facing an opponent who was too powerful, he still had a way to deal with it. And even if his spells were really exhausted... Ron reached into the alchemy backpack, where there was a scroll given to him by a dwarf dean, which could ensure that he would have a fighting ability that was not inferior to any experienced warrior for a period of time.

With the help of dark vision, the team's progress was not affected at all, and the ambushers hiding in the woods were clearly visible, even more obvious than in the daytime. Perhaps noticing this, the ambushers hid further away and no longer looked like they could rush out and attack at any time.

When a crescent moon rose into the sky, Ron and his companions finally arrived at the cemetery that the giant eagles had mentioned. The rusty and broken gate lay aside, covered by moss and weeds. The area in front of the team was empty. This cemetery, which had probably been unattended for hundreds of years, seemed to be inviting them to enter.

Ron and the others drew their weapons and walked in cautiously in battle formation. There were many stone pillars or platforms here, on which might have stood ferocious stone statues, but now they were empty. The tombstones scattered around showed mottled patterns in the moonlight. The names and deeds of the tomb owners were no longer discernible. The mosses and the creatures that had come and gone over the years had taken over the place and left their own traces.

"Most of the tombs are still intact, and the emotions of the souls here are relatively stable," Yelena whispered, "It seems that we don't have to worry about the dead crawling out of the ground, nor do we need to be wary of ghosts around us."

"I seriously suspect that there were supposed to be gargoyles on these stone platforms, but a lot of them were smashed by us." Ivy walked in front, carefully checking every space where enemies might "emerge".

"If they come back, we should at least find a statue without the lower half of its body," Quest noticed that the shadow spirit suddenly stopped, "Yelena, is there something wrong?"

In this environment, Yelena was like a fish in water. Her sensitivity to the soul could help everyone reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble. But now, this shadow dancer who came out of the underworld frowned, not only did she stop, she even tried to retreat.

"I think I was wrong. It's not suitable to explore here tonight." When she found that her companions noticed her abnormality, Yelena showed an ugly smile, "Let's make a long-term plan first. I can't feel Sylvia's breath here either. She should have been transferred to another place!"

"But where will she be transferred to?" Ron asked. "Our clues are broken here, and this cemetery looks very likely to be the lair of the gargoyles. If we don't search here, do we have to try our luck in the deep mountains and forests?"

"I..." Yelena looked at Ron desperately, "I don't know! But we really can't stay here any longer, I will-"

"What would you do?"

Ron turned around in surprise. It was a male voice, but it was neither said by Quest nor by him.

Under the pale moonlight, a withered elf wearing a dark cloak and a heavy veil appeared behind Ron at some point. He was holding a lantern in his hand, and his skin was as pale as paper, as if he had just crawled out of a grave.

Beside him, a snow-white raven flapped its wings, and its pair of small eyes as black as ink spots were staring at Ron with malice, or rather, at the shadow spirit behind Ron.

(End of this chapter)