Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Gillianis Galanold was the most famous and powerful magician of the past, and Elden was a scholar with a long history spanning centuries. The product of their cooperation, even if it was just some calculations and inferences, was of great value. It was normal for Firmilla to want to do this.

Since the other party had shown goodwill first, Ron couldn't think of any reason to refuse, so he handed her a copy of the scroll - even though the original scroll was not valuable, it would seem impolite to give it to her directly.

Looking at the delegation that left with great satisfaction, Ron frowned again: "The hunt is about to end..."

"Winter is coming?"

"Putting these two sentences together, it seems that it was because of the north that the demon lord gave up his prey."

But why is this happening? Natural disasters are terrible for people living in this world, but they are powerful beings in the abyss. Why would He avoid them because of this?
"Perhaps the Milkman family made a mistake when reassembling the information conveyed by the cultists," Gillianis appeared behind Ron at some point, "or perhaps the cultists themselves are in confusion."

"If it was a follower of Baphomet, the chance of this happening wouldn't be that high, but if it was a follower of Zugmoi, the whole thing would be much easier to explain."

This lord of the abyss rarely spreads his faith actively, and it is very common for his followers who fanatically join his cause due to fungal infection to have loopholes in their intelligence and logic.

Or maybe these were actually two sets of information, but the Milkweh family was unaware of the situation in the Delusion Land and could only make inferences based on the changes in the north, resulting in the two pieces of information being mistakenly merged into one.

"Is that all?" Ron nodded slowly, somewhat noncommittally. "Gillianis, I remember you told me before that Mark said something when he was recklessly showing off his trump card to you..."

"Can the power of that dracolich affect the entire world?" Gillianis raised her eyebrows slightly. "The latter statement of affecting the multiverse is obviously an exaggeration. After all, it has already recovered most of its own resonances and should no longer have an impact on other worlds."

"But I think that even in our world, this matter is debatable: the only reason it hides here is to avoid being hunted down by all kinds of people, so why would it spread its power? Isn't this equivalent to handing the handle of the knife to the opponent's hand?"

"Then how was Mark affected?" Ron asked, "Did he come to the Delusion Land once when he was young?"

"No," the Moon Elf denied this guess. "I have explored his memories. Although I can't see them completely, I can still confirm that he has never been deep into the Delusion Land before, and he has even rarely been active on land."

"My Lord, I think you are a little oversensitive," Gillianis said. "There is a possibility that he had never come into contact with the power of the dragon lich before, but during the plague, he was not under our close surveillance and was infected with the plague. He also received the attention of the dragon lich despite his busy schedule."

"It replaced his past memories, transformed his body, and ultimately made him look the way it wanted."

"Or, you have to consider another possibility: Although the dragon lich cannot project its power beyond the land of delusion, it has cast a huge net before hiding, and scattered 'wedges' that are indirectly related to itself all over the world. The number of them is enough for a sailor to accidentally pick them up on the sea, open them, and successfully become its servant."

"Is it possible?" Ron looked at the moon elf.

"In theory, everything is possible, my lord," the human face on Gillianis's shoulder spoke, "but do you really think that a creature that does such a thing is a little... incredible?" "I think we should put aside this less likely scenario for the time being and focus on strengthening ourselves - according to the harsh words it said at the beginning, it should be about to take action."

"We should have been more prepared."

Just as Gillianis was about to convince Ron to forget the possibility of "finding a needle in a haystack with a dragon lich", in the north.

In a valley, the snow and wind in the sky were instantly transformed into a creepy green. Although the green was also full of vitality, it revealed a sense of chaos and madness. Any creature with a brain would not think that it was a good thing and would therefore stay away from this place as much as possible.

However, there is a being that refuses to let the creator of the "green snow" get his wish. In the cloud of spores that can even grow and reproduce in ice and snow, a gigantic four-legged creature stands at the entrance of a cave, its eyes that are pitch black without any other color staring deadly at the darkness in the cave that is also filled with deathly silence.

Its four legs and tail were submerged in the snow, and the wings behind it were covered with a layer of "spore snow" mixed with green and white. However, the scales on its body showed a completely different color from the spores and snow.

Even the color of its eyes is different.

Gold, the golden metallic luster still covers the body of this adult dragon, making it particularly eye-catching in this strange and harsh environment.

Behind it, two smaller white dragons followed it, and behind them were groups of white dragon infantrymen.

These bipedal monsters, born from corrupted or magically twisted dragon eggs, are smaller in size, and the wings on their backs are not even strong enough to fly. Most of them hold two daggers in their hands, while a few weaker ones can only use their claws and teeth as weapons.

But no matter whether it was these dragon people or the white dragon, when they looked at the golden body in front of them, there was only one emotion revealed in their eyes - fear, complete fear.

If even a dragon scale on the tip of the black-eyed golden dragon's tail trembled, their hearts would skip a beat.

They were not following each other willingly - how could it be possible? Almost all of them had wounds torn by the golden dragon. They were a group of slaves, a group of slaves who were frightened by the golden dragon.

Even the two white dragons who were thought to have only the wisdom of wild beasts had to admit that this golden dragon was different from most of the golden dragons they usually knew: it probably... did not belong to the lawful good camp.

Even if the creature it drives them to hunt together is a typical chaotic evil creature.

"You have one last hour," the golden dragon said calmly, but not gently. It looked into the cave, seemingly without any impatience. "The cat-and-mouse game is over. Do you want to come out by yourself, or do you want me to reach in myself?" (End of this chapter)