Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

This was exactly the scene that Evander saw when he and his few remaining defeated troops were chased all the way here by the real Seymour and his men.

The body of the thief who had a reward of 500,000 gold coins in Yungang for his cunning, cruelty and ability to disguise himself was hung in the middle of the road by the goblins, with his hands open like a scarecrow. A rat with red eyes and snow-white fur was lying on its shoulders, looking at them steadily, lowering its head to show its front teeth, and cutting off a small piece of flesh.

The big white rat that grew up in the goblin's nest is not a pet rat. If it weren't for the fact that this is an "extra" alley conjured up by magic, the rats lying on the corpse now should be a group of rats driven by Driver.

"It's been a while since I last saw you, Mr. Holt." Ron came out from behind the fake Seymour's body and greeted him with a twitch of his mouth. "You've managed my territory well, huh."

"You, you, you--" Evander looked as if he had seen a ghost, "Ron?! How did you come back so quickly! "

"Is it fast? I don't think so. It was said to be three or four days at the beginning, but now it has exceeded that time." Ron looked at this guy. He originally wanted to keep him as a tool for a while, but now it seems that he can't keep him. "Don't you want me to come back so soon?"

"Of course I need to say that." Ivy rolled her eyes and muttered softly.

"No, that's not right! You shouldn't be back!" Evander panicked. What made him panic was not the fact that Ron and the others came back, but the other information derived from it. "This is impossible! You shouldn't be able to use teleportation to come back here!"

"Oh?" Ron's eyes flickered, "So this matter has something to do with you?"

He had tried to teleport back several times before, but each time ended in failure. Ron originally thought it was caused by some natural disaster, but he was a little puzzled as to why teleporting to the delusion land was prohibited. Could it be related to the dragon lich?

It’s not that he ignored the factor of Ivender, it’s just that this guy... really doesn’t seem like the kind of person who can pull off such a big job.

Evander had some spellcasting ability, which was considered a talent among ordinary people, but it was far from being as strong as Ron. Ron didn't think he had such ability. Unexpectedly, it was actually related to him.

"How did you do that, Mark?"

The first thing Ron thought of was his servant. If there was anyone who was the most suspicious person around Evander, it would undoubtedly be that servant.

But in Ron's memory, Mark seemed to be just an old sailor who had retired from the ocean...

"Bang!" A heavy object fell to the ground with a muffled sound. As the sound spread in the dark alley that was stretched out by magic for who knows how long, the surrounding scenery was shattered like a dream. When everyone came to their senses again, they were all blocked at the entrance of the alley.

After the spell was lifted with the death of the caster, this alley was no different from most streets - except for the "scarecrow" at the entrance that was still swaying in the wind.

"It's not him," Gillianis' voice rang out. The moon elf turned back into a human and walked towards Evander Holt, whose face was distorted beyond recognition due to extreme fear. "Mark is just a spellcaster who specializes in illusion. He can drag the entire Green Swamp Town into an illusion and make Constance run in an alley that can be seen at a glance for a lifetime, but it is still too much of a pipe dream to want to stop your teleportation."

"Even I didn't notice this change. If you didn't tell me after you came back, I probably would never have realized that you couldn't teleport back to Green Swamp Town for such a period of time."

Everyone looked down at the corpse that Gillianis had casually thrown on the ground. Mark, or rather a creature that used to be Mark, had completely lost its human form. His body was covered with darker dragon scales than those of Mindatis and Saran at the time, and he looked stronger and more ferocious. However, when it was piled up in a ball, everyone noticed the emptiness inside it - there were no bones in its body!
"You can't just see an Abisa dragon demon, even if it's just a creature that's infinitely close." Gillianis seemed to be completely unaware of the awe-inspiring gazes around her, and clapped her hands casually, "The purity of the previous two was too low, and their identities were also a bit sensitive, but this one is different." "I plan to do a little experiment with him, Ron, you don't mind, right?"

"Uncle Mark!" Evander was stunned for a long time before he realized what had happened. He couldn't help but screamed, "Uncle Mark! No, this is not true! You clearly said, you clearly--"

"'Backhand', 'trump card', or something like that, right?" The face on Gillianis' shoulder laughed disdainfully, "Wake up, silly boy! You don't really think he has that chance in front of me? Even in the wild, it would only take a little effort to kill him, let alone here?"

"Although the tower of Exure is not strictly my own mage tower, it is still my territory after all. A little guy from the illusion school wants to challenge me? Is he overthinking something?"

Gillianis said this without any intention of belittling the school of illusion. In fact, no matter which school Mark belonged to, including protection, spells, prophecy, enchantment, or transmutation, illusion, necromancy, or transformation, he could only influence the words in Gillianis's words just now, and nothing else would change at all.

No matter what trump card he had, even if he called down the lich's true form which was most likely still fighting the Fungal Queen, it would be useless because Gillianis would never give him the chance to use it.

"Surrender, Evander," Ron waved his hand, and the people in front and behind immediately surrounded him, blocking Yungang's group of people in the alley. "Since you really helped me a lot, I can at least send your whole body back to the Holt family."

It is certainly impossible to put the body back alive and kicking, but it is not a good idea to do it completely. Sending the body back the same way is a common method used by both sides of the truce in this world - generally speaking, it can be resurrected anyway.

"Go to hell! Stop pretending to be a good guy!" Evander's eyes were red. He suddenly pulled out a knife and stabbed it into his chest with red eyes. "I have followed you for so long, and you are nothing! You are just a lucky idiot!"

"You actually killed Uncle Mark... I'm not done with you! What's so great about being a legend? I'm just a mortal! All my visions will be fulfilled today!"

"Be careful! He is going to summon something!" Yelena shouted loudly. This panicked shout made Ivender's face reveal a hideous and satisfied smile.

But to other people, Ying Ling's voice always sounded...good.

Fire and brimstone, blood and decay, all kinds of different elements emerged all at once along with the sword-shaped mark where Ivender had inserted the knife into his chest, and gathered into a huge vortex above the ground.

No one interrupted his spellcasting and summoning ritual. Even Gillianis, who was closest to him, took a few steps back and made room for him. Of course, in Evander's eyes, this behavior was a sign of fear of his own trump card.

Soon, a figure, a graceful figure emerged from the vortex. She had a pair of black wings growing behind her and a strangely shaped sword in her hand.

"Mortal Evander Holt! You have signed a contract with me. In exchange for your soul, I will solve your..." The female voice that sounded so familiar and seductive to Ron suddenly stopped.

"Uh... Ron?" (End of this chapter)