Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Civilization, this word can be applied to most races in the world. Even those giants and goblins who eat raw meat and drink blood have once established powerful and even glorious civilizations.

But such a concept and power obviously does not belong to a non-god existence - even if it is a god, most of them do not have such authority to get involved in all races and civilizations. Therefore, Luipod's power, which seems to be strong enough to awaken the earth, is actually just a bluff that is forced to be born.

If he could maintain this for even a moment longer, he would be corroded by that power and become his own sacrifice, just like the two Ash Priests before him.

"But it's a different story if I'm facing humans or elves," Luibold added, probably to save face, "On a battlefield like that, not only will I not suffer any backlash, I can even draw considerable strength from it to feed myself. I..."

"It seems that your Lord has found a 'good' job for you," Sarona interrupted Luipaud with a snort. "Come to think of it, before the battle, you looked like you were sure of victory, but it turned out to be just bluffing. It looks good but has no effect."

"In the end, you still need me to save you."

The funeral bishop was silent for a moment, then shook his head bitterly: "I was careless. I didn't expect that the lord was actually a savage who didn't understand the art of war at all. He even forced the other party to surrender. It's really, really..."

"Unforgivable?" Sarona curled her lips. "You should wait until you are alone before you say those words. I only want to ask two things now:"

"First, what about my clansmen? Even if I am the only one who escapes death after the entire army is wiped out, it will be difficult for me to avoid being held accountable. This will be a big blow to me and my family. Therefore, before I go to give an explanation to those elders, you must give me an explanation first."

Luitpold spread his hands helplessly: "Sarlona, ​​you have your difficulties, and I have mine. Although when we first met, I was still a member of the 'glorious' Stenu family, but now look at me, before my Lord's plan succeeds, how can I repay such a debt?"

"That's the second thing I want to ask," Zhuo Er's eyes flickered slightly, "You used to despise your colleague, but no matter what, he just embarrassed himself. You are much worse off than him - how are you going to realize your so-called big plan?"

Luibold seemed a little hesitant. Logically speaking, the other party was his personal ally, and the internal affairs of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society should not be disclosed to the other party. But this woman threw all her power into it, and even saved his life...

"Okay, I can talk to you. Anyway, we are now tied together - but before listening, you'd better swear - it's not that I don't believe you, this is just a formality."

"I understand." Sarona nodded. "I swear in the name of Rose: I will keep the secret of what you are going to say until you die."

Luitpold: “?”

"How many years can I live? How many years can you live?" Zhuo Er shrugged. "Even if we are iron-clad friends, you can't expect me to keep my mouth shut for so long, right? Why?"

"That's right, let's do this," Luibod nodded slightly. He took off a small cloth bag from his waist. Sarona recognized it as some kind of dimensional bag at a glance. Luibod unlocked several seals in succession and took out a glittering gold ring with an exquisite purple gem inlaid on it. "This was left for us by the 'God's Sidekick'. The original plan was to wait until the four bishops arrived and use it to open a door to the 'Kingdom of God' together." "But the God's Sidekick seemed to have other tasks to deal with, so he has been missing for a long time... I'm sure you can guess that this is not a completely bad thing for us, at least for me before."

"If you can solve the problem by yourselves..." Sarona narrowed her red eyes, "Do you even want to get rid of the other bishops?"

"They probably think so too," Luibold snorted. "Except for the divine attendants, the turnover of personnel in the cult is extremely frequent. Even bishops like us are at risk of being kicked out by newcomers at any time. Therefore, the key is naturally the key rather than the person holding the key. In this case, it doesn't really matter whether four people each hold one key or one person holds four keys, right?"

"I think it would be better to just let these rings bind to the four of you. This might save some trouble," Zhuo Er chuckled, "but what does that have to do with me? Rather, this is a good thing."

"Good thing?" Luibold took a step to the side cautiously, "You don't want to take it from me, what good will it do you? This kind of joke is better--"

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh. The expression on Luitpold's face suddenly froze, and he lowered his head in disbelief, watching the infamous "Ominous Pair of Swords" pierce his chest.

"I'm sorry, I don't have much sense of humor," Sarona looked into his eyes and put her free hand on his shoulder. "I'm not kidding."

"But... why?" Although his internal organs had been in close contact with the metal from underground, Luitpold still couldn't believe what was happening.

This doesn’t make sense…

"Of course this makes sense: Is it possible that I was never on your side from the very beginning?"

"But you saved me..."

"I am saving myself and my people." The sword was pulled out of the flesh without any delay. The drow's hand on his shoulder pushed forward slightly, and the body of the Undertaker fell backwards, and the ring in his hand was taken away by Sarona.

"Actually, I don't want to rob my fellow thieves, but what can I do? I didn't lie to you about one thing. If I go back alone, I really can't deliver the mission..." She raised her head and looked at the jungle on one side. "Sir Ron, I wonder if this result is to your liking?"

In the shadows, Ron and his companions appeared one after another. The goblin army of Kalade did not follow. Only Seymour walked behind Sylvia with a scimitar. Judging from the plant juice on the scimitar, it seemed that he had used it to cut thorns before.

"Good choice, Sarona." Looking at the still shocked but breathless Luibod on the ground, Seymour nodded slightly. (End of this chapter)