Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 441: Possibility of Non-Existence

As that existence disappeared, the darkness in the entire underground space seemed to fade a lot. Countless delusional plant people and spore people crawled on the ground in all kinds of weird and indescribable postures, raising their heads at strange angles, staring evilly at Ron and his group.

At the same time, they surrounded their temporary masters.

The elf with pitch-black eyes without a trace of white tilted his head, and his pair of pointed ears moved. Then, a huge and funny smile appeared under his nose, extending all the way to the base of his ears on both sides. He didn't even feel his skin and flesh being torn apart.

He was wearing the same clothes that Ron had worn the last time he saw him - in that underground cave - except that they were free of the dust, mud and blood, making them look bright and beautiful. The elf who had "come back to life" took off his rapier from his waist, held it horizontally, and pointed it at Ron's throat.

"Long time no see, hehe..."

The "cracking" sound spread from his coccyx upwards and gradually became louder at the cervical vertebrae, as if an invisible big hand had forcibly bent his neck into three different angles, finally putting it in a strange posture like the long-dead plants on the ground.

"Speaking of which, my body is just like a cat house (a euphemism for a brothel), anyone can use it to control it at will, except me who can't control it at all - interesting, really interesting."

The elf approached the crowd quickly with a step that showed no regard for his relatives. Anyone who had received weapon training could see that "Mindatis" was using some nimble steps to coordinate with his upper body swordsmanship. However, because his whole body exuded a weird aura in both the mysterious and physical sense, his steps were like those of a drunk zombie, stiff yet casual, rigid yet casual.

"Come on, what are you afraid of?" Mindatis rushed forward, and his rapier stabbed out as quickly as a poisonous snake, but was blocked by the Hell Angels Kite in Victoria's hand. With a dull "bang", the priest's expression changed, and he retreated several steps before he could barely stabilize his body.

"What a strong force!" The pastor's expression was solemn, expressing his surprise and reminding his companions.

"Why, when you chose this guy in the town, did you ever think that this day would come?" Mindatis let out bursts of creepy laughter, but did not continue to attack. Instead, he leaped back like a cat pouncing on a mouse, keeping a certain distance from Ron and the others.

"If you had stood on my side, you would be very different now! How long have you been with this guy? You can't even take a sword from a dead man?"

"Rather than saying he's a dead man, it's better to say he's a puppet at the mercy of others." Ron stared at the elf, trying to judge his true form. Logically, the gray fog should have appeared long ago, but for some reason it didn't show up, which forced Ron to be extremely vigilant.

The opponent should not be an ordinary undead or a resurrected living being. The means of the "dealer" would probably not be so simple.

"Look at yourself. Do you really think this is a good situation? Or is it a good thing to be your subordinate?" Ron looked at him and said slowly, "Where are your servants? Where are those robbers? Where did they go?"

"I still remember the dwarf who followed you. He was loyal to you, but it was a pity that you had no humanity and abandoned him easily."

The smile on the elf's face slightly subsided, but when Ron finished speaking, it doubled again: "Haha...ah, yes, yes, you are right!"

"Ron, you are the winner, at least you are the winner who defeated me, so of course everything you said is right! Hehehehe!"

"But let me ask you, what's wrong with the way I am now? How is it better than when I was beaten to death by you and a greenhorn?! Are you saying that I should stay like that forever and rot in the ground?!"

"I have lived for quite a long time, and I thought I was well versed in the ways of the world, and was a leader among adult elves. But I didn't expect that you are better at being a hypocrite than I am!" Two streams of filthy and smelly liquid flowed out of those obsidian eyes and fell into Mindatis's extremely cracked mouth: "You are the cause of everything I have today! If you hadn't killed me, how could I have ended up like this!"

"You were fully armed at that time, and I had run out of spells. Both sides relied on their own abilities. I don't think there was anything unfair about it," Ron said calmly. "But I'm not referring to that moment. You actually could have stayed out of this mess, right?"

"Why did the Hailan Empire perish? Why was it despised by the whole world? As their loyal supporter and a noble who has received a good and complete education, you should know that everything you do is meaningless, right?"

"Even if you really find Baron Saran's treasure, what does it matter? Even if you find Gillianis, what does it matter? Even if you and that baron rebuild the Hailan Empire, it will eventually be destroyed! Humans may forget the sins they committed more than a century ago, but dwarves, halflings, gnomes, and elves will not!"

"You could have lived your entire life as an elf, any way you wanted! But you didn't! You chose to stand here and smirk at me! Saying yeah yeah yeah yeah but all you wanted was to kill me and turn me into a monster like you!"

"I just came into this world by chance, and happened to have some intersection with you. I am just a short-lived species with a lifespan of only a hundred years. All of this is your own choice, don't even think about blaming me!"

"My choice? Do I have a choice?!" Ron's words did not seem to move the elf that should have died long ago. Instead, they aroused the violence in its heart. "I was born in such a country! Born in such a family! I have shouldered the mission and responsibility before I was born! I have noble blood flowing in my body! I should take the responsibility of revival! This is all destined since I was born!"

"Tell me, do I have a choice?!"

The elf screamed at the top of his lungs, but Ron was not moved at all. The young human looked straight at him and nodded slowly: "Yes, you do."

"Some people are born into landlord and bureaucratic families but hope that the poor masses of the world can stand up, while some people are comprador criminals but want to gain benefits for their motherland from the hands of their masters. Individuals can betray their class, so why not?"

"If humans are like this, why can't you, who has a long life, do it, think of it, or see it? If you live just to be driven by others, following a predetermined path from birth to death, and rise and fall together with a poisonous flower that is born with a strong poison, then what difference does a lifespan of 700 years make to you, compared to 70 years or even 7 years?"

When Ron spread his hands, the elven mercenary beside him gave him an approving look, and then she turned her head to the weird elf who was still grinning: "My lord is right, your name is... Mindatis, right? You should have a choice."

"I am a living example. I am very glad that I chose this path and did not sink with you. In fact, I can even give you a ride and correct the mistakes made by my parents and grandparents."

"You are... a member of the rebels?" Mindatis glanced at Anastria with a sinister look. "His Majesty has given you wealth and honor, and granted you a free identity and many opportunities..."

"You traitor!"

"But, never mind." The elf's neck bent three or four times again, staring at Ron coldly, "I knew from the beginning that our perceptions were fundamentally different, and verbal arguments would not yield any results."

"I'm not going to continue discussing those things with you. I'm just going to mention one thing."

The smile on Mindatis's face turned cold in an instant, and the wounds torn by his laughter seemed to have never existed: "Come and fight me again. I will avenge you for killing me with my own hands."

(End of this chapter)