Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"Black dragons other than Exuri are not creatures that are willing to make friends. Slavery and exploitation appear far more often than cooperation."

As about 90% of the runes were reintegrated into Aikthuri's body and no longer appeared no matter how Ron tried to persuade them, everyone finally calmed down again, closed the doors and windows, and the fire in the fireplace warmed the entire room again.

Gillianis's arm armor was back on her shoulders. The moon elf pondered and did not comment on what Ron said.

"Is it possible that the 'call' of the rune is different from the timbre of the dragon's roar?" Exuri lay beside Ron, using his wings and tail to casually sweep the debris from the chairs to the corner of the room. "If that guy really had an ally as powerful as him, he wouldn't be chased around by that demon lord, right?"

"Even if it really has such an ally, the other party is most likely far away, or even in a certain plane, and may not know anything about what is happening here?"

After all, if the lich had such a partner, it probably wouldn't have to go through so much trouble.

"I hope so," Ron nodded, no longer dwelling on it. It was meaningless to imagine an enemy based on an unfounded howl. "Let's take a look at these runes we caught with great difficulty. Maybe we can find something based on them?"

"What's the probability?" Gillianis looked up at Ron, smiled and blinked, "Let me make it clear in advance that I don't know more than you do."

Just like Ron likes to record spells in English or Latin in the foreword of the weaving, these runes are also the "private goods" of their creators. Without the corresponding keys, there is basically no way to unlock these three locks and peek into the mysteries behind them.

Neither Draconic nor Abyssal are of much help in this regard.

"If we look at the similar words and symbols in Dragon Language, these three runes should mean 'spirit', 'scales' and 'control'," Exuri looked at the runes sealed in the special magic circle by Ron and identified them in a low voice, "As for the Infernal Language..."

"It means 'resurrection', 'thunder' and 'cutting'." Ron threw the magic circle into the air and made it float. He took out a pen and copied their appearance on the preface of the weaving method.

Just think of it as consolidating your memory.

Ron's copying of these runes was not a simple transcription. He observed the shape characteristics of the three runes from different directions and angles and recorded them all. In his opinion, these runes did not seem to be simply some kind of text or symbols. Instead, they were more like models of some kind of spells. However, no one present had seen a similar structure. Although they could recognize the general framework, it was difficult to confirm the details.

"How about we go ask those guys with horns underground?"

After a long period of fruitless speculation, Exuri became impatient and spun around on the carpet, biting his own tail out of boredom. Since the black dragon's body was still fairly flexible, and its tail took up a large proportion of its body, he was able to bite his own tail from time to time.

It's just that every "success" will also bring pain. Of course, his own teeth can break the defense of his own tail.

"Those devils of Gracia? They won't tell." Ron snorted. The devils were not kind people. They hoped that something would happen to Ron and that he would have to take the blame.

Ron looked up as if he sensed something, and raised his chin towards the window on one side: "Look, they have answered us." Axuri looked up and saw that pieces of snow had been crumpled into the shape of letters and stuck to the window outside the room. Axuri was very sure that this was not there just now.

A small piece of charcoal was left next to the snowballs, indicating the origin of the creator, and the snowballs formed two words as they melted, which are concise and concise:

"have no idea."

"I knew it," Gillianis said on the Swordsong Gauntlet, "It's hard for these horned guys to come all the way here to save us from going to hell."

It is not easy to enter other worlds from the material plane. Generally speaking, in the outer planes that mortals compare to layers of towers, only the top or bottom layers have channels connecting to the material plane, such as Avernus.

That is not a good place, or rather, there is no good place in the Nine Hells. If one wants to spend the shortest time to travel from the first layer through layers of purgatory to reach Malborge on the sixth layer, or even achieve the theoretical achievement of "traveling through the Nine Hells in one day", it is probably only possible if a devil archduke personally greets and leads the way.

"This is to be expected. Gracia will definitely have various ways to monitor and influence this place, unless she intends to completely abandon all her previous efforts." Ron pushed the three magic circles towards Gillianis. "Do you want to study this?"

"I do, but unfortunately, I have other research to do," Gillianis sighed. "Since my significant other came back, the areas I've been involved in have become increasingly narrow."

"I'm doing this for my own good! What good will it do to keep bumping around here and there?" The Sword Song Armguard conveyed dissatisfaction, "If I hadn't lost to you by half a move, I would have planned to stop your current job!"

Gillianis inevitably started arguing with her other self again. Ron checked Axuri's body and confirmed that the runes remaining in his body had been dormant for a long time before he said goodbye and left with peace of mind. Gillianis didn't have time, so he had to organize people to conduct research, hoping to find some clues and results, so that he could have more preparations and response measures in the future.

You sent Ron down the tower, and she herself was ready to leave and return to her master's old nest, where her duties were.

Ron stopped at the street intersection of Green Swamp Town, looking at the bustling crowd around him. In his heart, he was trying to figure out the true meaning and function of the three runes, while thinking about who could help him in this regard.

The image of a faded old dwarf quickly entered his mind, but unfortunately the other party was not here, and he had no reason to find Elden or invite him. Most importantly, the other party's research was not focused on this, and it would be a waste of time if he went back and forth in vain.

Ron suddenly raised his head and looked somewhere. A moment later, a young man with three or five scars on his face ran over breathlessly, waving an envelope in his hand. The envelope looked like it had been kept close to the body and was soaked with sweat. It was also frozen into a heap in the cold winter. Evander waved it like he was shaking a piece of iron.

"Sir! I finally found you!" Evander rushed to Ron in two steps, exhaling white water vapor, and handed the letter in his hand to Ron. "This is the news from Yungang, I think you should take a look!"

"Something happened in the north, in the north!" (End of this chapter)