Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

A silver dragon once appeared in the Old Green Swamp Town more than a century ago. This was a clue that had never been seen before. Perhaps this also explains why the elven baron, who has returned to dust, would have a relationship with the dragon lich and even once wanted to "eat at the table" and sit with the Devil Duke and the lords of the abyss.

Gillianis reached out and pressed her dragon-blood disciple's head, using Exuri as a medium to reproduce the image of the giant dragon in the memory. She had never been told about the silver dragon in the rift by Ron and others before, so her memory was quite credible.

The result did not seem to be beyond everyone's expectations: the silver dragon from more than a hundred years ago and the one seen by Ron and others had more than one or two extremely similar features. This was difficult to explain as a mistake or hallucination, and the possibility of blood descendants was extremely small.

If there really was an entire family or even a clan of metal dragons who were abducted to the Land of Delusion, the giant platinum dragon would definitely not respond by simply throwing in a coin as a reward - if the God Above God hadn't intervened, He would probably have blown up the entire Land of Delusion with a single breath!

But in addition to this, the Moon Elves, who have centuries of experience, also found some other suspicious points from these few clues.

A ball of black mist was stripped from the illusory image and turned into substance, and at the same time, a wisp of black air from the black dragon's body was also intercepted - it did not contain any remnants of the Ash Rune. These magical creations that seemed to have a certain self-defense mechanism were hiding in the deepest part of Aik'Thuri's body, and it was difficult for them to appear no matter how much they were seduced.

"Gillianis, this is..." Ron was slightly stunned. In the black fog, Ron sensed a familiar breath. At the same time, Sylvia and Victoria also cast puzzled glances at him.

If their perception was correct, this was very close to the power displayed by the silver dragon they had fought. Even closer was the aura of the "dragon lich" that had revealed its true colors in the planted ruins.

This is not a similarity in origin. After all, the two sides are deeply related, which is understandable. But the depth of the traces chosen by Gillianis is neither an obvious difference nor a vein that directly points to the origin, which makes the two forces seem incompatible.

It's like... a stuntman who is exactly like the original actor in appearance, temperament and living habits. He is so similar that one can almost be mistaken for the real person, but he is a little shorter in height.

The difference is hard to spot from a few appearances, but when he's been on screen for more than a century, these subtle differences become quite noticeable. After all, the original is still alive, so there's no chance of a fake replacing the real thing.

"What do you mean?"

Sera and Driver were confused as usual: "Isn't this the dragon lich in person?"

"It is this dragon. It just showed up. It is probably the silver dragon that you defeated with the help of God's Blessing." Ron explained briefly. "It is possible that our previous judgment of the lich's power was wrong. The other party is obviously...'higher'."

But how high is it exactly? It's definitely not three or four stories high.

If what was seen in the Planted Fortress before was not real, it means that the lich even deceived Gracia and the Fungus Queen, but the opponent's power is obviously not up to the level of a real god. The question now is, at what stage the opponent is between mortals and gods - this is too difficult to guess.

According to what Ron knew, at the upper limit of this range, a certain jihad commander could touch the real god with a mortal body, while at the lower limit, there might only be an empty shell. Ron took out the coin with both sides positive and kept turning it on his fingertips.

We can reach the known from the known, but what if it is the unknown?
Or maybe, we don't really need to know this much? He raised his head and nodded slightly to Gillianis: "If that's the case, we have even more reason to open the door and find out. We just need to be more cautious."

"After all, there is no point in continuing to wander outside and track down the bishop who escaped. He may not know more than us."

They had never even seen the true form of the "God's Side", and Ron and others had even defeated her once.

"Understood," Gillianis waved her hand to dispel the connection between her, Aiksuri, and You, "I can't make an accurate prediction of what will happen next. To be on the safe side, you should leave through the portal first. We will shut down the transmission and raise a barrier around this castle to at least ensure that the power on the other side will not leak to this side."

"Go and comfort the civilians with Miss Constance. Don't panic no matter what happens. You may become food for your fellow tribesman."

"Who is of the same race as it?" Exuri blew two streams of sour air from his nostrils in dissatisfaction, "I am not familiar with it!"

"Teacher, and Ron, don't worry, I will definitely stabilize the situation with Miss Constance, Seymour, and Karad. We will - um! Uh-huh!"

Ron, Ivy and the others frantically fixed the dragon's chin and head together to stop him from talking nonsense, while Sera lifted up Exuri's tail from behind and kicked it at the portal.

The ghost that flew over with its master chuckled and disappeared on the other side of the portal, while Ron's companions breathed a sigh of relief: "That was a close call."

"He almost blurted it out." "That's right."

It is not uncommon to kill yourself and others by planting a flag. As veteran adventurers and former tribal chiefs, Ivy and Sera have witnessed too many examples.

As for Ron, let's not talk about the examples in those works of art. Even in the laboratory, if your former seniors ask you to leave not even a cup of anhydrous ethanol in the laboratory where the centrifuge is located in the last step of the project, you'd better do the same - just in case it works!

The moon elf shrugged. She certainly understood, and the result was just what she wanted. Gillianis took the three rings from the funeral bishop and arranged them in a circle in a certain order. The sparks of the arcane flashed on the three rings in a clockwise direction.

However, after this happens three times, the Moon Elf's "decoding" process will be interrupted.

"What's going on?" Sylvia looked at it curiously. "Is there some extraordinary seal on it? Or is this pause also part of it?"

"How is that possible?" Gillianis focused her eyes on the ring, not looking at the wizard who was talented but whose learning progress was far behind Ron. "There are four copies of the complete set of 'keys'. This is searching for the missing one." (End of this chapter)