Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Different from what everyone thought and the scene they had been prepared for, as the metal wall moved away from its original position, there was no dirty air blowing in their faces, and there was not even a trace of wind.

"There's only a fake one left here," Ron slowly concluded, feeling the turbid air on the other side that was almost the same as in the cave, "There must be a leak somewhere else, so there's no difference between the two sides."

He followed Ivy in. The metal wall behind him was not an abrupt existence, but was connected to the surrounding walls. This proved that Ron's idea was close to the truth: if it was not to isolate the inside and outside space, there was no point in making such a metal box.

Wouldn't it be more convenient and quicker to just dig a hole? If the craftsman's spirit is so strong, building a stone wall would be enough.

"That's right. When my wife and I came here, we made the same inference," Count Richthofen agreed as he was pushed into this space by Sera. "It's just that there's one thing that's a bit strange: no matter how hard we search, we can't find the purpose of building this building."

"As you can see, at that time, there was nothing here except fungus."

"So, you collected a lot of fungal samples and took them back for research," Ron recalled the fungi in the secret room in the Earl's bedroom, and there were indeed quite a few that matched those here. "What was your final result?"

"No," the vampire shrugged. "Most fungi are common species, only a few are rare - to botanists. The rest are these Fusarium. There were no mutations at that time. They were all the Fusarium that everyone knows, and they were exactly the same as those in the Fusarium ruins."

"It's really rare..." Anastasia didn't know whether she was just complaining or relieved, "I thought the ruins I entered were a fake..."

"Besides that, there are other discoveries, about the civilization that built this building, about the delusion land, and about power. But now that I think about it carefully, I even feel that the first one is a fabrication: we have carefully surveyed every corner here, but apart from that few words of information, there is no trace of civilization at all."

"Even if it's an elemental creature, it should at least leave something behind, right?"

"Perhaps this is a stronghold they once abandoned?" Sylvia pondered, looking at Gillianis for advice, "They emptied this place, so it's not surprising that it fell into disrepair after a long period of time, right?"

"But then the documents we found don't make sense," Count Richthofen glanced at the dhampir, "Why would they leave such important information behind? Why didn't they leave anything else behind? There's no need to set up an abandoned stronghold like this."

"And if they're moving away, they must have a destination to move to. However, I haven't found any clues. Could it be that you have one?"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads. They had only come to this side of the mountain by chance. How could they start digging three feet into the ground when they were so far away from the base without even knowing what they were looking for?
"There are some fragmentary records in the elves' collection of books, but they only say that there was a separatist force here, and it soon disappeared," Gillianis recalled the past knowledge, but even if two of her thought together, there were really not many clues.

It's not that I didn't think of it, but I really didn't. After all, the elves' sphere of influence is still some distance away from here.

"It seems we have to split up and look for it," the goblin hunter raised his hand and scratched the back of his ear. "I suggest we split into two groups, so that we won't be helpless if we encounter any emergencies."

It is usually not a good idea to act separately in an unknown land, but when there are one or even two powerful wizards in the team, it becomes a trivial matter - it is not a big deal. Gillianis can certainly take care of both sides. When even she can't handle it, there is no point in sticking together. It is better to search as soon as possible to see if there are still some good things left here after so many centuries, waiting for Ron and his team to find them. On Ron's side, he, Ivy, Anastria, and Victoria acted together. Under the divine spells of the priests and Ron's own spells, it can basically be guaranteed that no corner is missed. On the other side, Sylvia, Driver, Sera, and Gillianis were holding the vampire count. Of course, their strength was stronger than Ron's group, so they needed to split their attention to look after their prisoners.

It was impossible to leave him where he was. Ron had seen similar works before. If the person disappeared when he turned around, it would become a horror story.

"I say, what exactly is a 'clue'?"

An hour later, the barbarian couldn't hold on any longer. She would rather fight with Gillianis than pick mushrooms here!
"It's nothing but mushrooms here, and we're not here to make mushroom soup!"

The Canglan Grip easily shredded a patch of fungi on the ground, but underneath was just soil and more and smaller mushrooms. As for any ancient ruins or clues, she didn't see any.

"Be patient, Sera," Sylvia comforted her friend, "We haven't explored this place completely yet..."

"Even if you finish reading it, I'm afraid it won't make any sense. We searched for it centuries ago. If there really is a clue, I'm afraid it won't be your turn."

Count Richthofen did not mean this in a sarcastic way; he was speaking the truth.

The obvious clues would have been found long ago, and the obscure clues would have been lost in the dust long ago.

"You're not trying to say that the place I've been thinking about is just an empty shell?" Jian Yong Shi Kai asked back in a bad tone, and the Vampire Count immediately fell silent.

"So, what we need is the clues that you haven't found, but we can find..." Driver suddenly straightened his back and began to ask himself like a philosopher (goblin philosopher):

What do they have that others don't?

Divine magic? But Victoria obviously had no good solution for this. Someone who had been to the elves' Chilblain Ruins? The vampire seemed to know something about it, and he was a spellcaster after all, while Anastria was just a warrior.

Dabai climbed up and down in his clothes, fiddling with his green skin. When the small claws accidentally hurt him, a light suddenly flashed in Driver's big head, and he knew what the vampire count didn't have at that time!

The emerald green energy symbolizing nature enveloped the goblin hunter. In an instant, several spellcasters simultaneously lost their sense of where he was, as if he had completely become a part of the surrounding environment.

"We don't know, but nature must have some clues!" The goblin hunter's voice did not come out of his mouth, but echoed in every corner of the building, "Why don't I ask it!" (End of this chapter)