Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"You talk as if you've succeeded, you pointy-eared guys." The man called Buckman had a pair of dim yellow eyes, and the most eye-catching thing was his huge bald head.

Yes, as expected, there was a giant black dragon tattooed on top of the bald head.

"Instead of blaming each other here, why don't we work together to figure out how to get things done?"

"Interesting term, 'cross'," a shadow spirit that looked like a pirate captain looked at Buckman. There was no anger on his face. Instead, the bald crow squatting on his shoulder was extremely excited. It was shouting noisily and scratching its feathers like a dog. "But you misjudged one thing, human. All our efforts are gifts to God. Success or failure is just an insignificant part of this gift."

"And what about you? Will your gloomy and grumpy master really give you another chance?"

The other two shadow dancers lifted their cloaks and showed the scars on their bodies to the alien. Yelena had been the best among them a long time ago, and even in this well-prepared action, her counterattack was strong enough to leave deep marks on them.

The pain was enough to stop the Raven Queen from feeling angry - although it was far from satisfactory, at least they would not be punished.

That was a true god. As a true god, as a true god who could project power and grace to many universes, he did not need to be cautious and worry about being strangled by all parties, and he did not need to "ascend to godhood". Therefore, although there were certain requirements for his followers, these rules and regulations were undoubtedly much looser than those set by a lich.

What's more, as a subspecies of elves, shadow spirits have different time scales from humans.

Buckman raised his hand with a gloomy face and rubbed his bald head: "You... Humph, if that's the case, why bother to come to me to discuss cooperation!"

"The gods have their own considerations, but as their followers, we also have our own ways of showing our piety," the one-eyed and broken-handed Dark Weaver soothed the crow on his shoulder and spoke slowly, "Yelena has betrayed our tribe. Bringing her back is our consideration. This is the basis of our cooperation."

"I thought you had a more urgent need in this regard, but now it seems to me that you don't have the sincerity or the corresponding ability - how pathetic."

"How sad."

The two shadow dancers echoed in unison. Their faces seemed to be 80% similar, and they looked like twins - but their appearances were really disrespectful.

"If this is all you can do, let's just call it quits. As you said, there's no point in talking about cooperation."

Having said that, the three shadow spirits had no intention of getting up: It was obvious that in their eyes, this human who had lived for several centuries longer was the newcomer, and he was the one who should leave.

Buckman looked at the three allies with whom he had "cooperated happily" not long ago. His face twitched and he wanted to explode but held back several times.

The other party spoke rudely and with a hint of condescension, but Buckman had no way to deal with it - even if he used all his strength, none of the three shadow spirits would survive. Because the other party was backed by the mistress of the Staff of Destiny and Winter, and even if he didn't consider this too vague backing, the real shadow spirit clan was enough to convince him to remain restrained.

These subspecies of elves are not the kind of good people who repay evil with kindness. If he gets his way for a moment without doing anything clean, not only will he have an uneasy life for the rest of his life, he might not even have the rest of his life at all.

"...I admit that I made a lot of misjudgments in this operation," Buckman sighed, took two steps forward, and sat next to the pale flame. "I met a tiefling. That guy cursed by the devil was also a monk, and he could actually see through my power."

"Although I hate to say this, the situation is beyond my control. This is something I had never thought of before arriving at the Green Swamp Town."

"At least it's not so shameful now," the Dark Weaver looked at him quietly, as if he was not surprised whether Buckman stood up, retreated, or sat down. "It's just pathetic to be incompetent. It's a real shame to blame others for the mistakes."

"So what are you going to do?"

"What about you? Are you planning to give up?" Buckman did not answer immediately, but looked at the shadow spirits, "Your gods will not punish you, so are you planning to retreat and regroup?"

"...No, I haven't failed to that extent." The Dark Weaver shook his head slightly, "Besides, you and I have known each other for quite a long time. We have an agreement. I will not give up so easily - provided that you are qualified to continue to cooperate."

"If your next plan is to repeat tonight's failure, we will leave first."

"I'm not that incompetent," Buckman snorted. He subconsciously stretched his hand towards the campfire, trying to get some warmth, but soon realized that it was useless. "I still have some church members who will sneak in over the next few days. I will reach a certain consensus with them and let them help you and me."

"It sounds like I'm your kindred spirit, not your 'fellow believers'."

"Everything will be destroyed, my friend. This is what my master told me," Buckman glanced at the shadow spirits, "Didn't your gods tell you this? In this case, what difference does it make between so-called believers and friends?"

"We are different from you." "Yes, we are different."

The Shadow Twins spoke one after another, their tone full of contempt, but they soon shut their mouths and began to bandage each other's wounds silently. Only the Dark Weaver continued to stare at each other: "Very good, then how long will it take you to contact them? How many people can you contact?"

"I don't know the exact number yet, because not all members of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society will obey my orders," Buckman said. "You should know my level, the 'Funeral Bishop'. I can command all those who are lower than me in the cult, but the scale of this operation is not small. As far as I know, there are four Funeral Bishops, including me, participating, and above us, there is a 'God's Side' who has not yet appeared."

"I can only say that I will try my best. After all, if I don't move fast enough, all the credit and favor will have nothing to do with me." (End of this chapter)