Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

In terms of location, the Broken Tooth Tribe is currently closer to the village, and from the perspective of its members, except for the priests, they are all strong young men who are familiar with and adept at moving in jungle swamps.

Most of the cultists were nobles or wealthy civilians of lower status in the city-state. Now with two more wounded, they would not move faster than the Broken Fangs. But fortunately, the two members of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society did not seem to be in a hurry, and they allowed the team to move slowly towards the direction they had locked on.

There is a reason why they are so "comfortable". They are quite confident in their own strength and do not think that they will be discovered by holding a ceremony - even if they are exposed, the nosy outsiders should be within their sight. Their strength is the source of their confidence.

After all, unlike most sorcerers or contract sorcerers, their master is not a single object. Those confused creatures who are pretended to worship them will never realize that there is a being above them who controls everything, and that is their real master.

Now that they have all returned to His "Kingdom of God", is there anyone who can find them under the protection of their Lord?

They had never expected that their current master had found himself in an awkward situation due to his sudden activity before, and therefore was unable to protect them comprehensively; they had never expected that the one who discovered them would be an old orc a thousand meters away.

And the way to discover it is... grab a handful of wind and smell it.

Traditional magic of intercepting breath will certainly be discovered by them, but scooping up a handful of air with your hands will not trigger their alarm. Although the information obtained by the latter is very vague, the former can accurately locate the caster and even curse or other intervention behaviors from a distance.

But the information obtained by "Wen Feng" was enough for the old priest of the Broken Tooth Tribe.

While the cultists were still trudging through the woods, the orcs had already approached their destination ahead of them.

Just like when Ron first came, the small and exquisite pseudo-dragons in the forest watched the arrival of these uninvited guests curiously. The orc priests strictly prohibited their people from interfering with these little creatures that looked like sparrows, so as not to get into unnecessary trouble.

If attacked or harassed, a pseudodragon may fight back with the poisonous stinger on its tail, and a single sting from a pseudodragon is enough to knock most humans unconscious for hours.

"Granny, we're almost there," the orc youth who was ordered to gather the tribesmen supported the priest who looked a little tired, "but there is still a problem ahead: the map mentioned that there is a village full of undead creatures over there. If we want to go up by the main road, I'm afraid we have to pass through them..."

"There should be another road nearby," the priest shook her head. She knew what the other party was talking about, and she also didn't want to be surrounded by the undead. "Look for it - isn't it on the map? I've heard them talk about it."

"Maybe they don't want people to break in, so the more vague the markings are, the better," a middle-aged orc muttered, "In fact, I would like to go and have a look. Once when I was drinking with Miss Sera, she mentioned that there are many powerful demon species in there. Maybe..."

"Put away those little ideas of yours," the priest glared at the guy, "When you can smash an owl bear's head with three punches, we can discuss this issue again - can you challenge something that crawled out of the abyss just because you want to?" "What's wrong with that... It is said that their leaders have surrendered to the Order camp..."

"From the abyss to purgatory, you call this 'surrender'?!"

"Don't think too much about that. When we meet their leader later, we'll tell him the news and see if he can help us. Don't worry about anything else, okay?"

The orc priest was too old, otherwise, she should have held the ear of her nephew while talking, which would have been a little "educational", but this was ultimately just an old man's recollection of the past. And while they were discussing, a spherical creature was approaching them cautiously at a very fast speed. When the orc on guard drew his bow and arrow to warn it, the creature trembled and revealed its body.

Even by the lowest aesthetic standards, it was ugly enough. This creature looked like an obese gray-brown goblin with a lot of tumors. With every step, its bloated body trembled. The only thing that was commendable was its movement, which was completely different from its appearance - it moved surprisingly fast.

This is a coward. If we observe its fellows in the abyss, we should be able to find another possible and final advantage of it: rapid reproduction and large numbers.

Compared to other demons, they are weak and easy to bully. They can be forced to do long-term labor by giving them vague opportunities to vent their anger on the weak. When they are conquered by force, these cowards are eager to use the information they know to exchange for pitiful forgiveness to save their lives.

However, this one was obviously different from its relatives in the abyss. When it was discovered, this creature was not afraid of the orcs who were like towering iron towers around it, but walked straight towards the orc priest who was surrounded in the middle. The middle-aged orc next to it frowned and wanted to stop it, but the priest raised his hand to stop it.

"Hello, visitor from afar," the coward spoke, and he spoke in the common language, "Although you have stayed in this land for some time, you have never been close to here, so--"

"May I ask why you are here this time?"

The orc priest looked at the coward. Apart from its appearance and nature, its words and actions were just like a "normal person". "Did you think of this yourself? Or did your boss teach you?"

"That's what the wise said," the coward admitted directly, "I can't even spell my own name, how can I come up with such elegant words..."

"I see, wise man? You can't spell the name..." The orc priest nodded, "We have something important to see it, which may be related to your life and death - someone sneaked into the Delusion Land and came for you."

"The wise man said, if that's the case... please follow me, there is a path here that can bypass the undead in the village at the foot of the mountain." (End of this chapter)