Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 407 The Return of the Earl

Whether there is an inevitable connection between the difficulty and correctness of a path is a topic that countless people have studied in every world and culture, but Ron and his team do not intend to explore it further now.

Since Gillianis is sure that the direction she is heading in is correct, then let's just continue along this path.

As the sky gradually darkened, the setting sun, which was getting closer and closer to the ground as it sank to the west, became larger and larger. The bright red halo shone on the layers of spreading Fusarium, making these fungi look so strange and dangerous.

And this is indeed the case.

"Boom--" Sera crashed into a rhino-sized thorn beast. The Canglan's Grip hidden in front of her split the thorn beast's body as she charged. The huge size was not the support of this living plant to attack Ron and others. When facing such a creature, the Canglan's Grip exerted its most powerful force.

"What number is this?"

Victoria followed Ivy a little tiredly, trying to save her energy as much as possible. The many days of trekking on these fungal mats really consumed one's physical strength and will. Even she felt exhausted.

"It's the nineteenth, maybe the twentieth." The vampire looked very energetic. As the sun set, a dozen pairs of scarlet eyes appeared and disappeared around her. The owners of these eyes hid their huge bodies in the black mist, ready to deal with any plants that tried to attack.

"Your hounds don't look very energetic," Gillianis lit a faint light to illuminate the surroundings for Ron. "Did they go through a lot of fierce battles while I was away?"

"For them, every fight here is a fierce battle," Sylvia snorted. "These guys are very picky about food. They don't eat plants."

The Night Hounds are not vegetarians. Being driven to fight against the spore men and thorn beasts is a completely thankless job. The fact that they are still standing here is already a courtesy to Sylvia.

After living together for such a long time, to the Yeshih hounds, this master did not become more evil or closer to the target they wanted to serve, but whenever they showed resistance, she always exuded a unique temperament that made the hounds obey her orders involuntarily.

And tonight, this feeling seemed even more obvious. The hounds gathered at Sylvia's feet, and each one became anxious.

"Ouch - ow -"

The giant night hound leader suddenly raised his head and howled. Following its example, the other hounds also began to howl like ghosts and wolves.

"Stop barking, it's too noisy!" Sylvia reached out and slapped the leader of the night hounds, but this did not stop the other party's behavior. "I told you to stop barking!"

"How is this going?!"

"Has this never happened before?" Anastasia turned her head curiously and looked over. "Could these big guys be in heat at this time?"

"Have you seen some animals in heat in winter?" Ivy sighed. "Sylvia, why don't you disperse them first? If this continues, I'm afraid we will have to face a large number of enemies again."

On this fungal carpet made of red mold, everyone dared not rest at all. They relied on Victoria's magic and some alchemical potions to persevere. In this situation, every additional encounter would increase the danger. "No, wait," Sylvia was about to follow Ivy's advice and send the hounds back to the etheric plane, but Ron raised his hand to stop her, "They are responding or calling to something, don't you think?"

"But who are we targeting?" The dhampir didn't understand what Ron meant. "The whole group of them is here."

"No, not all of them." Ron pressed a cloud-explosive arrow on the bowstring and aimed it at the darkness ahead. "They still have a master, a master who is evil enough."

As if to confirm Ron's opinion, the leader of the Night Hounds suddenly stopped talking and led the pack forward. No matter how Sylvia called out, she could not stop them.

"Remember? The Yeth hounds must have an evil master," Ron raised his short bow, but the next sentence he said was to the Yeth hounds, "I know you can understand what I mean: don't go over there, Sylvia is your real master."

"If you persist, I will have no choice but to kill you - stop, I'll say this one last time."

The leader of the Yethis Hounds turned his head towards Ron, with fear in his eyes. He certainly knew the power of this man. If they didn't listen to his advice...

"Don't listen to him, darlings." Just as the Yethis hounds were confronting Ron and the others, a malicious laugh came out of the darkness. Then, a pale, bloodless hand pressed on the head of the Yethis hound leader. "Follow your nature and make your own judgment. Who are you going to follow?"

"A true noble with ambition and aspirations, or a group of thieves who have usurped the throne?"

"Wait, that voice..." When the big hand appeared, Ron, Sylvia and others were stunned, "You...it's you!"

"Don't say 'you', 'you', it sounds so uneducated," the owner of the big hand said as he emerged from the darkness. He exuded a black and red mist that was so thick that it seemed to be tangible. The night hounds seemed to enjoy the nourishment of this substance very much. They almost immediately switched sides to his side and rubbed the lapels and trouser legs of the visitor with their snoring.

Facing the flattery of these big dogs, the visitor had no intention of resisting. He showed Ron and the others his pale skin, dark circles under his eyes, and two sharp teeth outside his lips, looking at them with ill intentions. The black and red blood mist condensed on his right hand and turned into a huge two-handed sword as big as a door panel.

The greatsword did not feel heavy at all, and he could hold it easily with one hand, but except for Anastasia, no one dared to underestimate the weight of the two-handed sword - because many of them had been taught a lesson by this sword.

"Count Richthofen!" Sylvia was stunned. She couldn't help but shout out this name. "You are still alive?!"

"Are you so disappointed?" The vampire Count walked towards the crowd step by step. Compared to the last time they fought, he lost his territory and castle, but his strength seemed to have increased by three times!

"It doesn't matter. You won't be disappointed soon." The tattered evening dress fluttered wildly in the wind, just like its owner's thoughts, "because I will take back what belongs to me!"

"Plus everything you have!"

(End of this chapter)