Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

It was a full week later that Ron found the third ring.

The figure interrupted their pursuit so forcefully that he had to spend more energy to find the original coordinates. Naturally, there was no Shadow Spirit or Silver Dragon there. Ron and Masarino only saw a headless corpse sitting there leaning against a huge rock.

But she could no longer speak, and she no longer held the sanxian in her hands. All she held in her hands was her somewhat rotten head, and a shaky ring was dangling from her lips, which no longer aroused anyone's imagination.

When Ron arrived, there were several dead creatures next to the corpse. Some of them seemed to want to fill their stomachs with the ready-made delicacy, while the rest were trying to fill their own stomachs with the unlucky creatures who failed to fill their stomachs.

As far as the results of observation are concerned, none of them succeeded. If Ron and others had not noticed the magic traps around them, they would have become one of them.

"This was left there on purpose, no doubt about it," Marsalino muttered, summoning a wizard's hand to pull the ring out of the corpse's mouth. "This is the one I told you about, but it's dead now."

As Masarino finished his words, the female cultist's body instantly turned into a pool of dust mixed with ice crystals and ashes, and dissipated in the wind in the blink of an eye. Even divine magic would have difficulty bringing her back to the world.

Ron stretched out his hand, but Gray Mist didn't respond. It seemed that her soul was no longer here.

"What does this mean? A provocation? A warning?" Ron looked at Masarino, but it was impossible for the knowledgeable planeswalker to infer more from this alone.

"Perhaps he thought that even if we had three rings, it would be meaningless. Or perhaps he was mocking us, saying that even with so many rings, we would never dare to risk opening the door."

The planeswalker scratched his red hair. "But according to the conclusions that Miss Gillianis and I have reached, three rings should be able to forcibly summon another one. This should be a measure they originally set up to prevent accidents, but now it can be used for our benefit."

"But I'm not sure... the other party actually put out the third one directly, as if..."

"It's a trap, but it could also be a trick on us," Ron thought. "'Opening the door' could be a step towards the lair of the dragon lich, or vice versa, a step for the dragon lich to the outside world. Normally, they would get the ring back at all costs."

"But if they don't have this confidence..."

Masarino immediately said: "Let's take a gamble and we will open the door."

"Sir Ron, will you?"

This question actually does not need to be asked, because the lich is not in a state of being "sealed" or "imprisoned". Even if Ron does not take action, the other party can still influence the outside world.

Ron wasn't even sure if he could delay the other party's actions by dragging them out. If that was the case... he might as well take action as soon as possible.

Facing a dragon lich plotting to ascend to godhood, not many mortals dare to say that they are fully prepared, but the good news is that the other party is probably not fully prepared either - otherwise they would definitely not leave Ron such a window of time - this is an opportunity.

"Let's go back. We need to find a relatively safe place to conduct the experiment." Ron turned and left, and the planeswalker quickly followed. After returning to Green Swamp Town and discussing with his companions, they finally changed the location of the experiment to near Sylvia's castle. There, even if the other party had any conspiracy or trap, it would not drag the people into danger.

"I want to go too!" Exure ran out of the tower as soon as he got the news. "I think there might be some connection between that lich and me! I can definitely help!"

"Don't make a fuss. You are the only one who cannot go. Do you understand?" Ron stretched out his hand and pressed the young dragon's head. "If there is any contact, it is probably that guy's back-up plan. If you go, are you helping him?"

"I heard that there is a ritual that uses one's own kind or even offspring as sacrifices to revive. I don't intend to fight you again."

If the other party really prepared such a ritual, the size of Ik'Zuri after being used as a sacrifice would not be the same as it is now. Fighting two or even three adult dragons in succession would definitely not be a good thing.

"Be obedient and stay home," Gillianis said with the dignity of a mentor. "What Ron said makes sense, and I suspect that the other party is likely to attack Green Swamp Town at the same time. We will try our best to contain it, but if there are any fish that slip through the net, you will need to protect this place, understand?"

"--Oh, okay then." The young black dragon hesitated for a moment, and decided to listen to Ron and Gillianis's advice, and lay down obediently in a coil on the ground.

"By the way, besides me, You also came over. She said she remembered something."

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Ron turned his head curiously, and a very solid spirit slowly emerged, with its head lowered. Through her hair, a pair of pointed ears could be vaguely seen.

"Master, Lord," You saluted to Black Dragon and Ron one after another, "It's like this, I have always felt a little uneasy in the past few days - I know this is not common for a ghost, but it is indeed this feeling."

"And every once in a while, some memories would come flooding into my mind. Those might be what I saw and heard when I was alive...but I heard that ghosts shouldn't recall these things."

"It's okay, how about telling us?" Ron nodded. Most of the ghosts were not even conscious. The stronger ones couldn't even say their names when they were alive. As for those who could recall their past... he had never heard of them.

However, You remembered some things a long time ago, and it didn't seem to be a big deal to remember more again. It's just that her fluctuations should not appear at this point.

This is enough to make Ron and others take it seriously.

You slowly talked about every scene she recalled. She also had a general idea of ​​the current situation, so she tried not to miss anything she might remember. This was quite difficult for ordinary people, and even for mages with extraordinary memory, it was not easy, but You had a unique physiological advantage in this regard.

And she soon mentioned a piece of news that cheered everyone up.

"That was one night. I couldn't sleep, so I went out of my residence to get some fresh air." You unconsciously held her breath - even though she didn't need air. "I saw a huge monster several dozen meters tall standing outside the town, with a pair of strange eyes flashing, staring at Viscount Saran's mansion."

"Its entire body was wrapped in black mist, and in the moonlight its scales...reflected silver light." (End of this chapter)