Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Ron stood on the high tower, overlooking the bustling crowd in Green Swamp Town below.

Among them, the big commotion on "Fireplace Street" concerned him the most - there were several workshops and laboratories in the territory, including Rurik's blacksmith shop, Lavinia's alchemy workshop, the shapeshifters' handicraft workshops and even Gillianis's research institute. And today, they will welcome a new neighbor.

The construction of Civil Warlock Annie's mage tower has been basically completed and is about to be completed.

"I thought it would be higher," snorted Exuri, who was following Ron, "like it is high here!"

"You are the dragon of our territory, so of course you should have the highest lair," Ron smiled, "and the taller the wizard's tower is, the better."

"Mages from different schools and with different experiences have different ideas when building their own mage towers, and tower buildings are just one of them. Palaces, shops, wooden houses, and even basements can all be used as 'mage towers'. Anne just chose the style she likes."

"Hmm... like Professor Gillianis's research institute?" Axuri thought for a moment, "But it doesn't seem right. The last time the spellcaster from Yungang attacked, she seemed to have used her power here as well..."

"Because neither of these two can be considered my 'real' wizard tower," the moon elf appeared silently on the terrace and looked at Ron. "As the lord, shouldn't you go and cut the ribbon for Annie at this time?"

"It's not time yet," Ron waved his hand, "We can 'airdrop' to the scene very quickly from here, there's no need to go early."

"But you, as a legendary wizard, don't have your own 'position'..."

The moon elf chuckled and interrupted Ron: "Don't worry about this, Green Swamp Town is good enough."

This was of course a personal matter of the wizard, so Ron didn't want to comment any further. Since Gillianis said that everything was fine now, then it must be fine.

However, Sylvia often went to the vampire castle through the teleportation array these days. I think she used the ready-made buildings there. She was the heir chosen by the count himself. Although the process was a bit tortuous, now that the count was gone, that place naturally became her property.

The ribbon-cutting ceremony went on as usual, but Ron was a little surprised that there was a hill giant among the attendees. The wisdom of their group of giants was extremely limited, but this big guy contributed a lot to Anne's construction of the territory, and the two sides unexpectedly established a deep friendship.

The appearance of the giant in the town caused quite a stir, but it soon died down. Many people in the city had seen the giant helping to defend the city and participating in street fights with undead creatures. Under their legends, the new residents quickly turned their panic into intense curiosity, so much so that when the giant was about to leave, they had to be extremely careful around them to avoid being trampled.

It's better for humans of this size, at least they won't be stepped on by giants, but there are races such as dwarfs, halflings, goblins, and kobolds here, and being hit by a big and strong giant is no small matter.

The excitement brought by the ceremony came to an end with the departure of the giant. Just as Ron was about to return to his residence, he caught a glimpse of the end of Fireplace Street. The teleportation array in the square suddenly lit up, and a slender figure with white hair turned into a gray whirlwind and rushed towards this side quickly.

The white-haired woman's face was equally pale, which set off her bright red eyes. In the Delusion Land, there was only one person with a face that was clearly different from that of an ordinary person - Sylvia.

"Benefactor!" The vampire wizard who rushed over nodded to the dazed Anne and Gillianis beside him, "I'm sorry Miss Anne, I was busy with a magic experiment before. Is your ceremony over? Do you mind if I 'borrow' you, Lord, for a while?" "Of course," Anne nodded, "Miss Sylvia, you told me before that you don't have to apologize... The ribbon-cutting ceremony here is over."

"That's good. I hope I didn't disturb you." Sylvia forced a smile and motioned for Ron to follow her to a place where it would be convenient for them to talk.

"My benefactor, there seems to be something going on over there in the mountain."

"Those demons and the survivors of Falama?" Ron raised his eyebrows. "What will happen to them? Could it be that... it's time for that foul demon to take over?"

Ron's words were rather vague. After all, the prerequisite for the Filthy Demon to return to Purgatory was that all the survivors of Faramar died of natural causes.

But if he remembered correctly, there seemed to be young people and children in there. Even if they were seriously affected by the devil, a mere year should not be enough to cause misfortune to all of them.

"It's hard to say," Sylvia frowned slightly, "but I suspect that if we don't intervene, their days will soon be numbered."

"what have you found?"

"The beacon smoke," Sylvia replied, "is tall and thick, and it lasts for a long time. It's too far from Green Swamp Town, but I can easily observe it from the side of the castle. I think if nothing happened over there, they wouldn't light something so recognizable."

"That's really strange," Ivy said. Annie's mage tower had just been built, so the list of invitees could not have been limited to just a few. Ivy and the others were among them. "Why would it order that? Generally speaking, it serves as an early warning of enemy attacks, but as a demon, it should have more convenient means, right?"

"Don't forget, due to their previous actions that went against the chaotic tendencies of the Abyss, their power has declined severely," Ron reminded. "Maybe joining Purgatory will help them avoid death, but in such a short period of time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make up for the losses of the past few centuries."

"But they wouldn't have to resort to such means, right? Or maybe it wasn't them?" Victoria didn't comment on Ron's explanation. "Do you want to go and have a look?"

"It's definitely too late to start from here, and the teleportation error is also large. After all, we are not very familiar with that village," Sylvia said immediately, "But we can teleport to the castle first. The distance is closer, and even if there is an error, it will be within an acceptable range."

Ron and the others looked at each other, then immediately dispersed and went back to prepare their equipment. Sylvia quickly returned to the square and began to maintain the operation of the teleportation array.

At this time, in a small village in the mountains far away, more than a dozen orcs gathered in a circle, anxiously watching the smoke rising from the circle. An orc priest and a female figure wrapped in shadows.

At the foot of the mountain, as the sun in the sky gradually sank, the cultists finally arrived at the place that was once regarded as a "pilgrimage site" by Ge Lan. (End of this chapter)