Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 403 Did you do it?

The strong wind caused by the arcane quickly blew away the acid mist on the field. Victoria held up the holy emblem and mobilized the sacred power full of vitality. The spore people covered with hard shells and spore clusters fell one after another, while the barbarians covered with only animal skins stood firm.

This time, she no longer needed any magic ring or resurrection spell.

"Why do I have to do this every time?" Sera moved the muscles in her shoulders and neck with some dissatisfaction. The skin there had just been almost corroded, but under the effect of the magic, the skin was as white as a newborn baby with a hint of pink.

The Savage glanced down at the new skin and let out a howl of annoyance.

"Ron, look at what you've done! My scars are filled with memories and glory!"

"Don't worry, this will leave you with a bigger piece." Victoria put away the holy emblem, "Didn't you see the traces of your joints? I won't erase them for you."

"Thanks," Sera muttered, "but it's still not the same... How can a new love compare to the old one?"

"The main thing is that you can only brag in the future. You can't brag in the future, right?" Anastasia sneered. It's not that she looked down on the barbarians, but from the army to mercenaries, she was too familiar with the tune that these people liked.

An old wound from decades ago, even if it is only the size of a fingernail, can be said to be a battle medal from fighting a dragon; but a recent wound, even if it covers the entire body, may be laughed at.

Now that the scar has been removed, Sera's strength has been "weakened" in disguise.

"You're still lucky, Sera," Ivy chuckled. "I worked with a totem warrior before, and he went through a similar experience as you. When he found out that the tattoo that had been with him for most of his life had been washed off, he cried like a bereaved mother!"

The totemic power of the totem warriors will certainly not disappear because of this, but their tattoos, like the scars of the berserkers, are like spiritual sustenance, and it would definitely not be pleasant if they disappeared overnight.

Sera listened attentively to the half-elf's story of what she had seen before, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her resolute face. After hearing about others getting caught in the rain, even if she was soaked, the feeling didn't seem so bad.

"You guys..." Victoria and Sylvia shook their heads at the same time, and the Goblin Hunter also sighed with his hands behind his back in a serious manner. But anyone could see that Driver's mouth was about to grin from head to head while listening to Ivy's story!

"It seems that these red molds and spore people have not yet mutated to have the ability to resist strong acid."

The elven wizard would certainly not get involved in such childish things. Her attention was completely focused on the spore-man corpses that had been corroded beyond repair and the dead fungal mats.

The wizard's hand lifted up a fungal carpet, and the surface of the layer of Fusarium had an obvious hardened structure. Although this protective shell could help the ordinary Fusarium underneath resist the effects of sunlight or salt and alcohol, it could not resist the corrosive strong acid mist.

Although Ron's acid mist arrows were not as powerful as the old version's explosions, they were extremely penetrating. As Gillianis continued to turn over the fungal blanket, she even found three or four layers of hard-structured Fusarium stacked on top of each other in the corner of a building. But even so, the weak Fusarium at the bottom could not escape the disaster.

"How terrible! For the spore people," Anastasia also saw this scene and couldn't help but gasp, "Lord, how many arrows like this do you have?"

"I don't know," Ron frowned, kicked away the dead and non-infectious Fusarium under his feet, and walked forward, "We don't even know where the Fusarium originally originated from, and I can't judge whether the acid mist arrows are enough." "Don't worry, Ron will definitely find a way! He always has a way!" Sera carelessly carried the Grasp of Canglan on her shoulder, and had no intention of pursuing the matter of Ron using acid rain to drench her, "Look at me now, all the Fusarium that tried to parasitize me are dead! There is not even a trace of residue left!"

"Don't be too superstitious about him," Gillianis waved her hand to dismiss the wizard's hand. She adjusted the sword "Silence" at her waist and looked up at the barbarian. "If he dares to splash acid mist on you today, he can throw you into the death mist tomorrow. In a few days, he won't let you participate in the bloody battle of Avernus?"

"It would be great to join the bloody battle. I'm just worried about how to get there!" Sera said without thinking, "But what is the death fog? A fog that kills you if you touch it?"

"That's okay, Victoria. Of course you will revive me, right?"

"Just like before."

The priest glared at Gillianis who was saying something incomprehensible: "Let me make it clear first, I am not a walking resurrection scroll!"

"Understand, understand. It's okay as long as we don't die so many times a day!" Driver interrupted with a grin, making Priest Heim so angry that the tip of his kite-shaped shield almost chiseled the goblin's fontanelle (if goblins also have fontanelles).

Gillianis ignored Victoria's warning look and simply clapped her hands, as she often did before, and lifted her feet off the ground and floated in the air.

"These red molds, especially the mutated and hardened ones, have very obvious traces of magical transformation. It seems that their creators are not afraid of being discovered, or they are completely unaware of this."

"So, Mr. Ron, I plan to take the lead and follow the clues to find the experimenter behind the scenes. If possible, I will subdue him directly. This may be the most time-saving and labor-saving method. What do you think?"

"I don't think so!" Sylvia answered before Ron could speak. However, the vampire realized her defeat and immediately turned to Ron with a smile and a hint, "Isn't that right, benefactor?"

"You don't think I might be the culprit?" The moon elf narrowed her eyes and looked at the vampire mage. "Although we haven't known each other for a long time, you should have remembered it, right?"

"You and even the Lord have learned a lot of knowledge from me - do you mean that I intend to harm the land of delusion?"

"Although it's unlikely that he did it on purpose, what about an unintentional mistake?" Sylvia frowned. "Otherwise, why would you go looking for it yourself? We came here together!"

"The weak live in groups, while the strong mostly act alone. There is no right or wrong in either, and both are reasonable strategies," Gillianis ignored Sylvia and looked at Ron. "But it is a bad move for the strong to protect the weak."

"You should have noticed in the battle just now that I had to carefully select my spells in order to kill the enemy without accidentally injuring you. What's the point of a tactic that forces me to be on the same level as you? It's just a waste of my time and energy."

"I allow her to question, but I still want to say: Although I did receive your Fusarium samples and studied them, I have nothing to do with this matter, and I am willing to find out the truth."

"That's all I have to say. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

(End of this chapter)