Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

When the two men looked towards the distance, the not-so-intense battle had already ended.

Unexpectedly, the tall priest with a military background did not win. Although he took possession of the crowbar with his physical advantage and pinned his opponent under him, when he was about to open his companion's brain, a dagger hidden under his sleeve cut his throat.

Blood splattered on the cultist's face, and an unknown pleasure surged into his heart, causing him to let out a suppressed roar like a wild beast. His eyeballs, which were constantly corroded by blood plasma, were still moving in the direction of the bishop and the ambush, as if looking for his next prey.

"Pah, pah, pah"

Three rounds of applause, neither light nor heavy, brought him back to his senses. The cultist looked at the warm iron in his hand in fear, then at the cooled corpse under his feet. Finally, his gaze was drawn by an invisible force and turned to Bishop Louis Pold.

"Well done, you have proved your piety, of course, so has he," Luipaud looked at him with a smile and extended his hand again, "but I still want to congratulate you."

"This, this is what I should do..." The cultist saluted subconsciously, then suddenly raised his head with some uncertainty, "Is, is it?"

"Of course," Luitpold gave him an affirmative reply, "Few people can engrave the action of 'drawing the hidden weapon' into their subconscious. You are very good. You can actually do this during the ritual."

The Ash Priests were not here for sightseeing, so they naturally had weapons on them. However, under the influence of the Undertaker Bishop, they should have focused only on the crowbar. The cultist's actions had indeed greatly surprised the bishop.

But that's about it.

"Congratulations on your 'promotion'. Get ready for the next game."

"Uh?"

The cultist was stunned for a moment, but he had already lost the chance to react. A dagger cut his throat from behind, and another sword stabbed his heart at the same time. The ash priest didn't even know what happened, and he had already lost his hard-earned life.

The more concentrated blood energy was absorbed into the bodies of the surrounding drow ambushers. Sarona, who killed the priest, absorbed the most, and even exuded a faint scent of blood, but she quickly restrained it.

"This is why I like to work with you, Luipaud," Solona looked at the smiling bishop charmingly, with undisguised malice in her red eyes, "These lowest priests can bring such sweet taste, then what about you? How about your life, huh?"

"Will..."

The figure of the funeral bishop suddenly turned into a shadow, and before the fatal assassination came, he teleported to a tree more than ten meters away: "Control your own desires, Sarona, we have more important things to do now."

"That's for you," Sarona shook her head as she swung her sword to crush the afterimage of Luipod. "My goal is just to catch that distant cousin who doesn't know how to live or die. That despicable thing, since he dared to walk in the sun, he must bear the corresponding consequences." "As for your plan, I'm sorry, I'm not interested at all - it's none of my business."

Although that was what she said, given that the two parties were still in a cooperative relationship for now, Sarona still hid herself again as Luipod requested. With the end of the strange ceremony, the two bodies of the Ash Priests on the ground seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth, without even a trace of residue left. Even the bloody smell in the forest and all the scents that might reveal the presence of other people disappeared. The entire area was shrouded in night, and no one could discover the mystery.

Until the goblins came searching.

"Boss! Are we almost there?" A goblin stepped forward to report, "We have come out for a long distance!"

"There is no clue at all. What are you going to take back? Your head?" The hobgoblin looked at his subordinate with dissatisfaction, "Keep searching! Search the same distance! As long as the intruder has the slightest chance, we will make him regret being born into this world!"

"Yes!"

The goblins agreed and searched the forest in groups of three to a squad, three to a squadron. This pattern came from Ron's suggestion and was said to be some advanced experience, so Kalade happily learned it. However, in the past, most of the goblins had to face monsters or undead creatures, so the benefits of this formation were not particularly obvious.

And tonight, it may have its effect, even if it doesn't start well.

In the silent jungle, a slight sound was heard from the darkness. A goblin immediately widened his eyes and let out the loudest and highest cry of his life. Then he grabbed the arrow that was more than half penetrated into his chest with his hand and fell straight back.

This shout not only alerted the two companions around him, but also the other two groups of goblins around him immediately took action. When two slender and tall shadows emerged from the darkness, before they could attack and kill the other two goblins in the team, arrowheads like raindrops covered the area around them.

The ghostly figure quickly disappeared, and the entire group of goblins were alarmed. Soon, shouts of killing were heard one after another in the dark jungle.

Kalade held his halberd upside down, his eyes from under his helmet scanned the battlefield like a wolf, and issued orders one after another, which were passed to the surrounding goblins through two loud-voiced bear goblins. Soon the big goblin warlord realized that although the enemy was coming fiercely, their number of manpower was far less than his own.

Under a unified command, the goblins quickly began to consciously divide and surround the enemy. Several subspecies elves who looked similar to Seymour had no time to dodge the swarming swords and arrows, and were soon buried by the goblins who were not even half their height. But before they could be happy, the powerful counterattack of the drow caused the goblins to suffer more than twice the casualties in an instant.

These drow were not intruders who came to the land at night by chance. Each of them had superb fighting skills and years of experience. Although the goblins were as bloodthirsty and fearless as ever, Karad soon discovered that the scarlet in the eyes of the drow was brighter than Seymour's, and they seemed to be even more brave and brutal!
"There, take down their leader—unless you want more than a quarter of the people you brought out to die!"

Sarona pulled the dagger out from between the ribs of a goblin with great force. A new wound on her thigh was revealing its presence in a painful way - the goblin had used his own bones to block the blade of the drow leader, giving his companions a chance to attack.

But they are all dead now. (End of this chapter)