Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"Is this the place..."

The woman with a black dragon pattern on her head looked up at the column of smoke rising straight into the sky and couldn't help but sneer in disdain.

"What a clumsy trick. Are all the people living here primitive? Your promiscuous master actually allowed you to regard this as a holy place?"

"He also wants to practice asceticism?"

"Ridiculous." Her companion snorted coldly, turned back, and pulled out a woman with a gloomy face from the crowd. It was Larissa who had written to Grant before. Her tongue had been cut off, and the heavy blood loss caused by the brutal method could not be replenished in time during the trek. At this time, she was on the verge of death due to blood loss, infection and high fever.

But she was still alive, and the two cultists of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society needed her to stay alive for the time being, so she couldn't die—at least she couldn't die whenever she wanted.

On the other side, Suhoru, who was also a member of the cult, opened his mouth to say something, but finally lowered his head and looked at the empty trouser leg on the other side with a gloomy face.

His situation was not much better than Larissa's, and in some ways it could even be said to be worse - he was also plagued by the disease, but under the other party's rough and ruthless treatment, he had no choice but to die or be cured.

What will their future be like? Suholu propped up the twisted wooden stick in his hand and stared at a small stone on the ground. The weak and muddy appearance of the stone was very similar to his own!

But the stone is still lucky, at least... it will not suffer more torture.

"Is this the place that Grant mentioned in his letter?" The woman looked at Larissa, who was held by her companions, with a cold look in her eyes. "You'd better be honest. After all, you have lost your tongue. If you still can't control yourself, I will pry off your teeth one by one - that will be much more painful than cutting off your tongue."

Larissa's eyes revealed extreme fear, but all she could do was struggle feebly and utter meaningless "ah ah" sounds. She seemed to be explaining or begging for something, but no one present could hear her clearly.

The man from the Gray Ruins Dragon Society pushed her to the ground roughly, and pinched a few specific places on the back of her head with a big hand. Soon he raised his head and looked at his companions:

"She said yes. According to the private messages between her and Grant, it is definitely here."

"In that case, let's move forward." The woman said this, but her body showed no intention of moving. Instead, a powerful force was exerted on Grazzt's followers, forcing them to move forward.

Going forward and upwards is the ridiculous "holy land" where an equally ridiculous beacon has been lit, exposing one's own position while trying to seek help - even if it weren't for this, it wouldn't make any difference, as there are only two villages at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, these driven cultists are about to go to the village at the foot of the mountain.

The village was quiet, and there was no sign of any living people living here, not even demons - even a fool could see or feel that something was wrong in the air. However, the two people from the Gray Ruins Dragon Society didn't care about it at all, and the others... had no choice.

"Go, you bastard." The man stood up and kicked Larissa off the ground. Her companions hurriedly caught her, although it was in vain. As night fell quietly, the fourteen people also walked into the village step by step.

Pairs of strange eyes shone from inside and behind the houses, sizing up this group of visitors who were completely different from the previous group, as if evaluating them. Behind them, two more sinister gazes were like thorns in their backs, driving them forward.

If they resisted, they would die immediately; if they kept moving forward, they might still have a chance of survival - as they safely passed the first house on the side of the road, this feeling became stronger and stronger among the crowd.

The two members of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society who followed behind them and had intended to use these cannon fodder to explore the way were not so lucky. When they passed the door of the house, accompanied by a scream that did not belong to the living, four zombies with poisonous fog and miasma rushed out from inside.

A fierce energy suddenly burst out from the woman's fingertips, instantly piercing the head of the nearest zombie. The man raised his fists, and the two gloves that seemed to be made of heavy iron chains exuded an ominous aura that was even stronger than that of the zombies. He swung them at the undead creatures with a grim smile.

The battle broke out in an instant and ended in an instant.

Even the toughest and most difficult to kill zombies were blasted into a pile of debris by the power of the two cultists, without even a chance to regroup into a cluster of broken limbs. On the other hand, the couple was calm and composed, with a look of unsatisfied satisfaction on their faces.

"I heard that this caused them to lose a lot of people? Trash is really trash," the woman sneered sarcastically, "You are neither trustworthy nor worth using - even these zombies are unwilling to gnaw on your brains, see?"

Several cultists raised their heads in anger. They were nobles or wealthy people, so how could they have been insulted like this? But with the man's cold snort, they had to lower their heads again and walked forward numbly.

"The Plague Spreaders are no match for them..." In the mountains, a shadow under the night sky reflected the scene below the mountain like water and a mirror. The body of the Filthworm, who was like a thin woman but whose organ structure was more like that of a moth, muttered, "Then what about the zombie meat mass?"

"The Hanged Ghost..."

"The Boneless..."

The huge undead creature made up of countless limbs broke through the constraints of the building like a chariot, and after bypassing the cultists in front, it rushed towards the two people behind. The Filthy Demon did not even stop at driving just one of them. Rumbling sounds were heard all around, and with the cooperation of more other undead creatures, multiple flesh balls smashed towards the two enemies on the ground like a meteor shower.

However, this seemingly overwhelming suppression only lasted for a moment, and the rotten rain of blood and flesh fell on the ground and the surrounding ruins, without any movement. The man and woman's breathing seemed a little heavy at this moment. They looked gloomily at the fourteen cultists in front of them who were still unharmed. Suddenly, the woman raised her head and looked at the place in the mountains where the smoke was no longer burning and the fire was lit, revealing a bloodthirsty smile:
"These undead creatures don't seem to be acting on their own. Someone is controlling them behind the scenes. Wright, find him!" (End of this chapter)