Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 360: Trackers and Trackers

It was unknown how long she had been unconscious. When Perglan woke up again, a strong light was shining in her eyes.

"It's bright enough! It's bright enough!" The priest, whose mind was still stuck in the moment before he fell into coma, immediately screamed in pain, "Tyr!"

"Tyr? Where is Tyr?" A stranger's sturdy figure blocked the midday sun for Perglen. "Hey, are you still awake?"

Perglan gradually came back to her senses. When her vision gradually recovered, she saw a girl whose upper body was that of a human and the lower body was that of a horse. She was holding a ceramic bowl in her hand, which was filled with snow water that had not yet completely melted.

"Very good, it seems that you are fully awake - come, have a drink of water first." The Centaur handed over the ceramic bowl, and asked her companion who was also a Centaur to bring some dry food. These foods were just coarse bran and wild vegetables even for the Centaurs, and they tasted like chewing wax to Perglan, but she could not care less now.

"Finally... I'm alive," the priest, who had eaten a whole meal of an adult horse in one breath, was choked to death. She pounded her chest hard with her fists and took a while to catch her breath. "Thank you, thank you for your generosity!"

Although most of the Centaurs came from the Chaos Camp, they were kind by nature. Pergrand felt that he was lucky to meet them.

"You are a priest of the Molten Iron Wall, aren't you? We have heard of your sect's achievements in the battle against demons." The Centaur smiled kindly. "We found you unconscious in the snow. Are you heading north? We may be on your way!"

"North... Yes, I am going to the north," Perglen quickly said, "I am indeed the priest of the Iron Wall. You can just call me Perglen. I have an urgent mission to go there."

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Perglen. I'm Zandia, the leader of this tribe." The centaur pulled her up in a friendly manner. "Where are you going? Rose City? Carolina? Although we just migrated here recently, we are familiar with the roads to various places."

Did they just migrate here? No wonder I hadn't heard of them before. Maybe I could use their power to escape the pursuers behind me?

Perglen thought to himself, but didn't show it on his face: "I want to go to the Delusion Land. I wonder if you have heard of it? A new territory has been established there in recent years."

"You mean the territory established by Lord Ron?" Zandia looked at Perglan with some surprise, "That's such a coincidence, we were just about to go there to join him!"

As soon as Zandia said this, he realized something was wrong and tried to redeem himself: "Of course, we are just going to seek refuge. You must be representing the Molten Iron Barrier to negotiate with them, right?"

"You may say so," Perglen said with a wry smile, "I wonder if I may have the honor to go with you all?"

"I'd love to! But your legs don't seem to be very handy, do they? Why don't you get on my back and we'll set off right away!"

These nomadic tribes who love freedom and come and go like the wind are unlikely to get involved in the conflict between Perglan and the cult, but just in case, Perglan still reminded Zandia: "Thank you, Miss Zandia, but I suggest we set off as soon as possible, because a group of devil believers disguised as members of the cult are chasing me. If they catch up with me, it may cause extra trouble for you and your people."

"Do they have mounts?" Zentia asked.

"Yes, but war horses cannot move fast in this environment, and pack animals move slowly. Apart from these, there is no other means of transportation." Perglan thought for a moment and said.

“That’s no problem!” Zandia’s nervous expression suddenly relaxed, and the young centaur leader let out a high-pitched neigh, “Young girls and boys, get ready to go!”

After leaving the Gobi Desert and the Land of Delusion, Zandia grew at an astonishing speed. Now there was no voice in the entire tribe that opposed her. With her order, the centaurs immediately took action. Zandia leaned over and let Perglan ride on her back, and then left this troubled place. "Miss Zandia, where are you from? Maybe I am ignorant and have never heard of your tribe before." Feeling the long-lost feeling called "freedom", thousands of thoughts rushed into Perglan's heart. Riding a centaur was an experience she had never had even in her dreams, but now, she still had some things to confirm.

"Yungang, do you know? We used to live in the Gobi Desert between Yungang and Delusion Land," Zandia said, even when running at high speed. "The environment in the north has become increasingly harsh in recent years, so we decided to migrate."

"But who would have thought that it would snow so heavily in the south?"

"So, you're going back?"

"Go back? We won't go back! Even if it snows in the south, it's not hard to find food, but it's different in the Gobi Desert. We're going to the Delusion Land for other reasons."

The Centaur leader sighed and said, "To be honest, there are people chasing you, and there are also people chasing us, and they are also Centaur, but..."

“That bastard Korzm and his lackeys!” A horseman running side by side with Zandia snorted angrily, “Zandia has never made any mistakes. On the contrary, she has led us to this day - and they actually want to replace her and take the position themselves!”

"What is there to fight about..." Perglan didn't understand. She looked around at the people and horses around her. The number was not that large. Even if the number of those rebels was equal to these people, there were only a few dozen of them. Does this kind of power really make sense?
"They are not here now. Didn't they go their separate ways? Why are they tracking you down again?"

"They don't want to separate!" Zandia laughed, "We set out secretly a few days ago while they were sleeping! Don't worry, the heavy snow has covered up the hoof tracks. Even if they want to track us, it won't be that easy!"

"Maybe by the time they find us again, we'll be almost delusional!"

Zandia was very proud of her move of leaving without saying goodbye, but the reality might not be as she expected. Less than half a day after Zandia and others left, six strong horses arrived at the place where Perglan had fainted before.

"They stayed here for quite a long time, but we are still late," the leader was none other than Korzm, who threw the dry food in his hand into the snow in anger, "This cunning little bitch!"

"We need to move faster!" Korzm glanced at his followers, "Don't worry, I've roughly guessed where they're going! Let's take a shortcut!"

"You can't copy any of the roads."

Just as the six horses were about to leave, a horn sounded and Korzm's pupils suddenly shrank. In his field of vision, groups of soldiers and priests were pressing towards them from three directions. Although the leader was not even as tall as his knees, the aura he had developed as a superior over the years made the horse feel a little uneasy.

"Who are you?!"

"It doesn't matter who we are," David Hamilton Strider wrapped his fur cloak tightly around him and waved his hand to signal everyone to surround the six people. "The positioning technique shows that Pelgrand left with a group of people. Are you the ones?"

"Listen to me, you savage creatures. I will ask you only once: Where is that woman Perglen? Where did you hide her?"

(End of this chapter)