Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"…There really is only one rift."

A few days later, when Ron and his companions crossed the mountains and arrived at their destination, everyone, including him, had to stand on the edge of the cliff in the cold wind, stunned.

According to the scroll, this should be a small plain. According to Gillianis's translation of the fragmented sentences in it, that plain should be the birthplace of a small country that has never been discovered by Ron and others and that once settled in delusion.

Now they knew why this place had not been explored, and why Faramar had said that "all traces of the surface had almost disappeared."

"This place has 'disappeared'." Victoria looked down at the bottomless chasm and murmured, "Is this the power of the dragon lich? Or is it the result of the intervention of Purgatory or the Abyss?"

From what they saw, the lich had destroyed two territories on the other side of the mountain. Old Green Swamp Town seemed to have followed in the footsteps of the first two. And Falama was the result of a battle between demons and devils. No matter how you look at it, the terrain here doesn't look like it was formed naturally, which inevitably makes people think of it in this way.

"...I can't feel that kind of power." Sylvia stretched out her hand, retracted it after a moment, and shook her head. "Although the power in my body has been taken back, I will never forget that feeling. There is no remnant of the power of the lich here."

The Moon Elf cast two detection spells and came to a similar conclusion: "This place was formed much earlier than the time when the Delusion Planting Territory was formed, so we can rule out the possibility that the clues disappeared due to the passage of time."

The goblin hunter did not participate in their routine. He looked down with a sharp gaze and a thoughtful look on his face. Ron rarely saw him with such an expression. He was about to ask the ranger for his opinion, but Driver spoke first:

"How about we go down and take a look?"

He's thinking about this?!

"Are you crazy?!" Victoria was shocked by this suggestion. "It's daytime now, and you can't even see the bottom. Who knows what's inside?"

"Right!" Sera suddenly clapped her hands, startling Driver. "We can stay put for now. Don't you have a lot of animal friends? Let them help explore the way first!"

That's several litters... Ron vaguely remembered that the animal friends he had heard about before were at least at the level of snow leopards. How could they be reduced in size?

Driver was naturally reluctant. The rift, which was probably deeper than 20 or 30 hill giants stacked together, didn't look like a safe place. But across the rift was the familiar delusion land, which was the only suspicious place. In the end, the goblin only left Dabai, who had been with him all the time, and released as many rats as possible. His senses were all attached to one of the inconspicuous rats by the ranger's spell.

"I hope there aren't any monsters down there..." He muttered, and began to transmit his "eyewitnesses" simultaneously, "There are rats everywhere. They went down."

"Try to stay on the periphery of the group, but don't leave the group," Ron looked at the goblin with some concern and reminded him, "This way, if you encounter danger, you won't be the first one to be chosen, and you will be able to get out in time."

The goblin hunter shook his head to indicate that he understood, and while he was concentrating on the mouse, Gillianis cast a small spell behind Driver, so that everything he could see could be seen by others at the same time. The mouse stood on a bulge on the cliff and turned its head slightly. From this angle, it and other mice had dived to a depth of about one-third or less, but the surrounding scenery did not change much. It was still bare sand and rocks, and occasionally a few gray-green plants could be seen, showing the tenacity and indomitable spirit of life.

But that's about it.

As the perspective turned downward again, it was vaguely possible to see that there was some kind of "end" there, which meant that the size of this rift was still within the normal range and did not directly reach the Underdark or other planes and demiplanes. This was good news.

Time passed by, and although the mice's mobility could be fully utilized in this terrain, it was still limited. As they moved deeper and deeper, the bumps and gaps on the cliffs that they could grasp became increasingly scarce, which might mean that the traces of human intervention became clearer, but it also greatly limited the footprints of the mice. Finally, in the environment that was extremely dark even from the perspective of "real rats", the group of mice stopped and began to turn back spontaneously.

There were no monsters or traps, but the terrain alone was enough to deter most explorers, because even at this moment, there was still a height difference of tens of meters from below - the previous estimate of twenty or thirty giants was a bit too optimistic.

"Let them come back. It doesn't look like there's much danger," Ron said. "We don't have to climb all the way down. The whole process will be much faster than the rats, so everyone should be prepared in case..."

Before Ron finished speaking, he saw the mouse's perspective on the projection behind Driver suddenly shook violently, and then fell downward like a free fall!

Driver left the animal's perspective, let out a long breath and stood up: "Its death is better than ours."

"I recorded the last scene it saw." Gillianis reached out and stabilized the projection that was about to dissipate, and the picture froze on the last scene it saw.

There were undoubtedly traces of artificial carving. Ron could clearly see that the side walls on both sides, which appeared to be cliffs, were unusually neat, and the ground at the bottom of the valley where the rat fell and died had traces that looked like cracks in bricks and stones.

"It looks like..." Ivy blurted out, "like someone has settled down in here?!"

"But the clue to Purgatory is the plain," Gillianis frowned. "No matter how huge the gap between demons and mortals is, it is impossible to make such a mistake, not to mention that the scroll was probably not made by a demon, but by a mortal."

Ron didn't say anything. He took out the piece of metal and looked at it in his hand. Just after Gillianis froze the picture, the small object began to glow and heat abnormally, as if it was reacting to something in the picture.

"Look, here!" Victoria suddenly cried out softly, and she pointed her finger into the depths of the scene. From the mouse's perspective, at one end of the rift, there was something!

When Gillianis magnified the image as clearly as possible, everyone opened their eyes wide: "There is a door there!" (End of this chapter)