Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Everything seems to be over.

The patterns on Gillianis's arm armor seemed to come alive, moving nimbly, winding up along her palm, and finally falling into the lion head, causing the lion head's eyes to suddenly light up, and then the blue light dissipated and fell silent again.

But for some reason, Ron always felt that the lion head seemed to be really alive. Even though it didn't move, he always felt as if he was being stared at by it.

"You were really ruthless just now," Gillianis glanced at Ron with a half-smile, "Those punches hurt me just watching them."

That was another her! Even though there was no telepathy between them, just seeing her frustrated look made me feel like I was suffering as well.

"Stop crying wolf, huh." The lion head on the arm armor suddenly made a voice exactly the same as Gillianis's. "You're not the one who's going to get beaten!"

"What do you mean? Didn't you say that we are one?"

"Then come inside this broken armor! I'll wear you and talk!"

Perhaps it was because she was no longer burdened by her physical body, and after being incorporated into the magic item as the intelligence core, Gillianis completely let herself go, and her tone, which was not very polite to begin with, became even more harsh.

"I'd love to, but you don't know how to maintain and repair the Sword Song Lion Armor," Gillianis said with a faint smile. "Don't worry, I don't have the tendency to abuse myself. When I return to the laboratory, there are still many things to adjust."

"But now, you lead the way. Where are all the clues you found before?"

"Just go out and walk underground. Tsk," the Sword Song Lion Armor made a sound, and a ray of light flew out from the mouth of the lion head, dancing in front of everyone like a firefly. "Follow this. I won't be responsible if you fall behind."

"Wait, wait, Jane," just as everyone was about to continue exploring deeper into the cave, the two old elves hesitated and spoke one after another, "What about me? What should I do?"

"Of course you are of no use, teacher," a voice came from the Sword Song Lion Armor, "You won't live much longer anyway, so why not enjoy your hard-earned extra life?"

"I'd rather not have this extra life," the two old elves looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly. "This human-shaped body is as old and weak as I was when I died, and this spider-shaped body doesn't even look like a human anymore. What is there to enjoy?"

"You two, if you don't want to continue wandering around in the human world, I think I can help you." Ron looked at the two old elves and raised one hand, with gray mist lingering between his five fingers.

"Have you heard of the Death Realm? How about going there?"

"This..." The old elf hesitated. "Of course I know about the realm of death, but the life course of elves is slightly different from that of other races. To be more specific, death is not the real end."

"After we age and undergo a change called salvation, our souls will return to our kingdom of God, Arvandor. My first death was not a normal ending, so I was not allowed to enter. This time, I still want to... I still want to return to our starting point and end point as much as possible." "It's just... I don't know if Sehani Moonbow will still accept the soul that was dismembered in half, hehe."

Ron didn't quite understand how the elves' mysterious cycle of life and death worked, so he didn't dare to act rashly. Fortunately, the gray fog itself was an extension of the dead realm and Ernest's will. After just a few seconds, Ron gained some knowledge out of thin air.

Call it "initiation" or "oracle", anyway, this thing just happened. Compared with the previous two overly mysterious statements, Ron felt that this was probably more like a "popular science" behavior.

"You don't have to worry about that," Ron smiled. "In other words, if you want to return to Avandor, returning from the Realm of the Dead is the most convenient way - after all, only gods can interfere with each other, and as for the issue of the soul, the Ender is of course an expert among experts in this area."

"Your soul will return to the throne of the elven gods intact, and enjoy happiness in the wild wilderness until the next time Adri Faenya, the winged goddess of the air and sky, takes you out of heaven and starts your life on earth again."

When Ron said this, he didn't notice the faint light shining on his body at all - it was some kind of sacred proof, showing that every word he said was inspired by God.

Ernest is not a god of trickery. Although his fame and strength may be slightly inferior to those powerful gods, his decrees are still highly credible.

"In that case... I'll have to trouble you, Lord."

Hearing this, the old elf let out a long sigh. They sat cross-legged on the ground, allowing Ron to control the grey mist to wrap them up. When Ron felt his control over the grey mist gradually weakened, until the grey mist finally dissipated completely in the material plane, there was no trace of them at the place where the old elf had originally sat.

"Have a safe journey, teacher," Gillianis sighed softly, and shrugged the armor on her shoulders with some complaints, "You said you were the same, why did you have to disturb him? Why not let that evil girl from the Ryan family suffer this punishment?"

“Everything can be simpler.”

"When you say easy, do you mean we can kill her the moment we meet?" The lion head retorted, "Why do you think it's your turn to do it? We are alone!"

"And that idiot, ha, without the restraint of the Hailan Empire, she really doesn't deserve to enjoy my achievements! It would be a waste to let her wear the Hailan Pride necklace!"

In Gillianis's opinion, the Pride of Highland, the Amethyst Slab, and other gemstones were all similar and could be considered toys. However, toys had to be distributed to different people.

Ron and the others found most of them. She wouldn't say a word, but that woman - I hope her soul will never return to Avandor!
"And you've heard what the teacher said. He himself had some accidents and was rejected by the goddess. I was just letting him make use of his remaining energy. He's just lying there anyway. What's the point of going directly to another plane? It's the same suffering wherever you go."

For elves, the only paradise is of course their heaven. Although other planes also have their own pros and cons, that's it if you have to say it.

"You almost said that even Sir Ron's ability to send the teacher back to heaven is part of your plan," Gillianis shook her head helplessly, "Forget it, continue to lead the way. In the mortal world, we still have our work to complete." (End of this chapter)