Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"As for this," the bald woman glanced at the unconscious Suhoru again, "just break one of their legs. After all, we will need them later."

All of Grazzt's followers were silent, and no one dared to stand up and say a good word for their two comrades. If they were not ordered to drag them away for "punishment", they would not even have the courage to look at Larissa and Suhoru, for fear that this would bring them disaster.

Amid the screams and sobs, two members of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society came together and asked, "Did that mortal really find a clue?"

"It's just an indirect sign. Look at this. This is a broken spear head, right?"

The magic of blasphemy surged in the hands of one of them, and the sharp object that stabbed Suhoru quickly reacted: a layer of faint mucus appeared on the metal-like non-metallic weapon fragment.

"Babbu demon slime."

"That's right, the Babu Demon is not a low-level creature like the Coward Demon, but a real demon. They said before that the one named Gran came to the Delusion Land under the guidance of Grazzt, and now it seems that it is not a lie."

From the very beginning, they had no trust in the members of the Graz'zt Cult.

"Can you find the correct path based on this?"

"of course."

Candles, bloodstains, magic circles... a magic circle that did not look like a decent ritual was quickly prepared. The spearhead was placed in the middle of the magic circle, and Larissa's tongue and Suhoru's leg were placed in two symmetrical positions. Then, the two cultists ignored the filth on the ground and sat down one after another to start their spells.

A faint breath was pulled by their power and moved towards a certain direction ahead.

If there were any "legal" residents of the Land of Delusion here, they would be able to tell at a glance the direction in which the aura was drifting - it was a village that was almost at the end of its path, with the last remnants of the former Falama Kingdom and some demons abandoned by their lords.

There are indeed legitimate residents of Delusion Land here.

In a clearing in the forest a thousand meters away, there were a few tents scattered here and there. Next to the campfire surrounded by the tents, a very old orc priest suddenly opened her eyes. She stretched out her hand, put her palm to the tip of her nose and sniffed as if she was grabbing a handful of wind.

The tribesmen around noticed this change, but they couldn't tell from the priestess's wrinkled face whether she was frowning.

"Call all the hunting boys back." The orc priest was silent for a few seconds, then spoke lightly.

"Granny, what happened?" A young and strong orc asked bravely, "Are there any monsters attracted here?"

Although Kard's troops would go into deeper areas to clean up the place regularly, the monsters in the Delusion Land could still be killed one after another as if they had grown out of the soil. The Broken Tooth Tribe's hunting was naturally affected by this, and they had to move back and forth between several hunting grounds.

It's not that they are no match for the monsters, but hunting is not a trial, much less a fight to the death, so the safer the better - risking one's life for a few bites of food would be inappropriate.

The current Broken Tooth Tribe is no longer the same as it was before, not even the same as when it first entered the Delusion Land. Some of the tribesmen were attracted by the construction tasks or other plans of the lords here, and settled in Green Swamp Town, surrounding villages, and even trading posts, no longer wanting to live a life of hunger and fullness. But there are still some orcs who prefer to follow the traditional virtues of the tribe and race and insist on making a living in the forest. They are these people. Unlike those centaurs, this division is not the result of a struggle, and the relationship between the two sides is the same as usual, except that they are engaged in different professions.

"No, it's not a monster," said the orc priest, who was very old but still refused to "retire" and worked as a consultant in the town. The many bone or stone ornaments on his neck jingled, "It's something more dangerous, looming."

"Those intruders hid themselves very well, but at my age, even if I lived my whole life like a dog, I could still smell that nasty stench."

"Call them back immediately. It's very dangerous in the woods."

The young orc immediately obeyed the order, but before leaving, he looked back at the elder of the tribe with some hesitation: "Then... Granny, should we go and warn the Lord?"

After all, they were now on each other's territory, under each other's protection, and even if they didn't acknowledge it, at least they were neighbors. Reminding them when a crisis occurred was also a kind of obligation and responsibility.

"It's too late. This place is not close to Green Swamp Town, and..." The orc priest grabbed a handful of wind and sniffed it again, as if to confirm something. "The direction of that breath is not Green Swamp Town, but the other side."

"The other end?"

"This side of the mountain," the old priest's wise eyes penetrated through the trees and fell on the mountains in the distance. "Do you still remember the map drawn by the goblins and corrected by the lord's spy himself?"

"Remember, that should be the 'Devil Village'," the young man in the tribe immediately replied, "The lord has expressly forbidden us from contacting or dealing with them - I think he is just worrying about nothing. Who would go there knowing that there are a bunch of demons and zombies there?"

"Yes," the orc priest glanced at the young man, "us."

"what?!"

The young man was dumbfounded: "Mother-in-law, are you kidding me? Why should we go there? Aren't we just asking for trouble?"

"That's what you said wrong - forget it, if you don't want to go, just gather everyone here, it's the same if I go alone - someone went after them, if we didn't see it, it would be fine, but since we noticed it, we should at least react."

"What you said is true. When we encountered this kind of thing in the Gobi Desert, it was the greatest kindness not to take advantage of the situation and rob a few people. How come——"

"Because at that time, we didn't have a lord above us," the orc priest's eyes became serious. "Now the north is in such a mess, but we can still continue to live here. It's not entirely due to our own efforts. Do you want to be kicked back to the Gobi Desert by that Lord Ron?"

"Well, let's not do that," the orc shrank his neck. "I heard that the place is now full of bandits from the north who are unable to survive. We definitely cannot defeat them now..."

"Then hurry up!" (End of this chapter)