Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

At the moment when the mark was spit out with Aik'Zuri's burp, another orange-yellow arcane energy immediately appeared from the air, and it surrounded the rune marks that were gushing out with the acid gas from all directions.

This was the second usage that Ron derived based on the old elf's spell model. He had previously used it to restrain his opponents, but now it worked on rune marks that were not real entities.

"Contract!" Ron stretched out his hand and clenched it suddenly. Under everyone's naked eyes, the arcane model that was about to close into a sphere actually emitted a "sizzling" acid corrosion sound from the inside. Ron felt that those runes seemed to have suddenly come to life, and were desperately rushing left and right within the range of his spell, and were about to succeed!
They are eager to return to Axuri's body and lie dormant again!
Ron increased his strength again, trying his best to stop them from escaping - such opportunities were rare, and if he could control these runes outside the body of Aikthuri, he even dared to think whether he could completely separate them from the dragonfly!
That dragon lich definitely doesn't have the time to take care of this matter!
However, in front of the two representatives of power, the True Dragon and the Lich, Ron's arcane attainments were still slightly lacking. After only ten seconds, large cracks appeared in the orange-yellow arcane cage, and black mist seeped out from it, and the runes were about to escape again.

No matter what Ron does now, it seems that he can't stop this process!
"Don't let them get close to me!" After recovering from the earth-shattering "burp", Aik'Zuri shouted in panic. He spread the dragon wings behind him and tried to escape outside.

Those runes were inextricably linked to his bloodline, and he could clearly sense that they longed to return to his body, like one pole of a magnet to the other.

The problem is, he doesn't want them!

"Don't be greedy, Ron!"

When Ron was almost unable to support his arcane magic, Gillianis' voice came from the side. At this moment, she could not analyze the details of Ron's spell and could not provide direct help to stabilize the cage, but at the same time she spoke, an arm armor immediately broke away from her shoulder, and jumped onto Ron's arm as if it had its own thoughts (it really did), and near the shoulder blade, a face exactly like Gillianis appeared, looking solemnly at the black fog and runes that seemed to be able to escape at any time.

Ron was about to ask when a string of obscure ancient elven language was chanted from the mouth of the human face on the arm armor. A silver-white arcane glow as bright as the moon shone from Ron's body, like a trickle of water moistening his almost dry body. In front of him, the orange-yellow cage that was about to collapse actually solidified again, and imprisoned the runes inside it again!
"Outsiders can't help, but magic props can!" Gillianis on his shoulder laughed disdainfully, "How can a rune with no successors compete with us?"

"But Ron, I'm right. If you keep wasting time like this, it will all be in vain. Don't be too greedy! Put some of it back. As long as you can keep a small part, Exuri's situation will be much better!"

"If you could by chance intercept a key rune that serves as a relay or turning point, that would be a huge help!"

"You're absolutely right!" Ron put more than 95% of his energy on the temporarily restrained runes, so much so that he didn't even have the energy to control the volume. He could only shout as loud as he could to ensure that Gillianis could hear what he said. "Then can you give me some guidance, which is the key rune?!"

If the enchantment he had just learned had not been returned to the thick stack of textbooks, the runes in it should be a variation of the combination of Dragon Language and Purgatory Language, and there may be other languages ​​and symbols mixed in it. This would make it impossible for Ron to judge which ones are of great significance and which ones are just extras.

“Even if you ask that…” The Moon Elf stared at the arm armor that contained the other half of her. Obviously, this symbol should be the private mark of the lich. Without a beginning or an end, even they would not be able to decipher it. “We can’t tell it either.”

Although Ron's orange-yellow arcane energy enveloped the runes, they were still able to observe the specific patterns of the runes, but unfortunately this did not provide much help. Simple language deciphering could be solved directly with magic, and slightly more difficult ones could be deduced by one's own knowledge in the context, such as studying scrolls or spell books written by other spellcasters.

But this... you can't just guess randomly, right?

"Then I'll just guess at random!" Ron sighed. Although the arm armor could help him stabilize his position in an emergency, it was just a delay. If he continued to dwell on it, all his efforts would be wasted. "Let me think... Dragon language, Purgatory language..."

Related arcane symbols flashed through Ron's mind like a revolving lantern. Ron paid special attention to those with similar shapes and structures to the current runes. Soon, three runes came into his field of vision.

When doing multiple-choice questions, the five options are negative one, six, thirty-two, one hundred and eight, and two thousand five hundred and sixty, but what should you do if the result you calculated is five point eight?
Is there any need to hesitate?

"Come out!" Ron freed one hand, and the foreword of weaving fell into his palm, fluttering in the wind. Magic circles immediately appeared and smashed towards the cage that was about to collapse again.

This time, Ron no longer expected to be able to control all the runes, but only focused on the three figures that were 70% familiar to him. With the complete collapse of the orange-yellow arcane energy, amid the wailing of Aik'Thuri outside, a large number of runes wrapped in black mist flew across the sky and quickly drilled into the body of the young dragon. Only three runes could not escape Ron's control no matter how they rushed left and right, and were sealed up by Ron obediently.

Ron seemed to hear a frightened and angry howl. The howl was a little special, and Ron was very sure that it was not the voice of the black dragon lich he had seen before.

Could it be that……

Ron held up the three magic circles floating a few centimeters above his palms, watching the runic black mist flowing inside.

What other tricks does the black dragon lich have? Is there another powerful legendary wizard who plays a crucial role in its plan?

If this is true, then it is really troublesome. (End of this chapter)