Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

The search did not last long. Ron soon observed that a ring appeared instantly after a slight distortion of space, joining the flashing team of three other "companions". Above them, a portal leading to the dark space opened its door to unbooked visitors.

"Even standing here, the evil aura still makes my hair stand on end," the pastor said, holding the Hell's Angels Zither, his face looking very unhappy. "What a terrible world."

"I feel like I'm in the spring breeze," Sylvia bared her fangs, stood at the door with her arms folded across her chest, and savaged the cool breeze leaking out from inside. "What do you think? Should I summon the Yeti hounds and give some dark speeches full of evil here?"

"Like 'The mistress has returned to her loyal territory'?" Ivy sneered, "Don't make trouble, Sylvia, this is not your castle, it belongs to someone else."

"Didn't this place have an owner?" The vampire smiled and glanced at Ron, "But didn't the benefactor take it down?"

"You are optimistic," the half-elf raised the flaming sword in his hand like a torch and stepped into the door first. "Miss Gillianis, do you want to come in too?"

"I will be the last one to enter. Don't worry about me," the moon elf nodded to Sera and Driver who were already eager to try, "I will confirm the stability of the portal."

The members of Ron's team entered in the order of normal exploration. When Ron entered, several Night Hounds had been ordered out by Sylvia and were galloping in all directions.

And a few minutes later, Gillianis also stepped into the space. As usual, the moon elf flew in with a sword in hand, her lake blue eyes flashing with a faint light as she scanned the surrounding environment.

The view was not wide, even for Gillianis who was standing higher. On both sides of the crowd were crooked and collapsed stone houses, and under their feet was a broken stone street covered with weeds and mosses, stretching to the distance.

In the darkness at the end of the street, illuminated by the flaming sword, one could vaguely see a shadow that was darker than the surrounding darkness, outlined at the limit of vision like a devil's cave.

"That's the Lich's 'Temple', right?" Driver squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. The darkness here was difficult even for races with dark vision. "The atmosphere is quite suitable, tsk."

"This is below the Land of Delusion," Gillianis heard. "Lichs pursue power at all costs and break free from the shadow of death, but they cannot escape the darkness of reality. Their souls are bound to the mortal world, and the sunlight of the mortal world will not tolerate their existence. Darkness is one of the few destinations they can go to."

"But it seems like there is another meaning here?"

"The former victims serve as a warning to us."

Ron suddenly stopped and stared at a simple graffiti on the wall next to him, which was at knee level.

It might be a masterpiece of a child, and it was preserved by some chance or coincidence. The content of the painting is very simple: the sun, clouds, houses, matchstick figures, and a dragon. The man and the dragon in the painting are shown as a whole. Although the graffiti cannot show any expression, at least it does not express a scene of opposition between the two sides.

The residents here used to love the dragon lich as much as those delusional plant people, but the lich did not intend to let them go - the broken ruins here were proof of that. However, Ron and his team had not found any undead creatures or corpses so far, and there was no trace of those residents in the ruined streets.

"Maybe it turned into sand over time," Ivy sighed softly, "These people don't have any hibernation chambers for people."

Along the way, apart from the sound of footsteps and the friction of armor, there was hardly any other sound. Such calm obviously could not make people relax their vigilance. Ron and others cast their eyes one after another towards the "devil's cave" that was getting closer and closer, but even that building did not make any sound.

"The news from the Nighthounds didn't contain any information about the enemy," Sylvia whispered, "... Benefactor, could this be a trap?"

"The portal is very stable. If it is a trap, at least the retreat route should be blocked," Gillianis swung her sword and opened the wall of a house next to her like cutting paper, observing the dust and the few remaining "relics" inside, "but it didn't even try, not at all."

But the houses on both sides were lined up closely together, without even the slightest gap between them. It looked as if they were... enticing them to move forward.

Ivy used her sword to knock open the door of the huge house at the end of the road, and groups of figures appeared in front of them as promised.

They were all mortals, even ordinary people. They might be a subspecies of humans, with unusually large joints. The only unusual thing was that their bodies were intact, still in the state they were in when they were alive. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes, many of them raised their glasses to greet each other, while others kept using tableware and continued their unfinished meal.

Even if there is nothing left on the plates in front of them.

"This is a communion. They are holding a sacrificial ceremony here for that." Victoria looked at the end of the banquet hall, where a huge black dragon relief was displayed. It looked so majestic. Its body was huge, holding up the sunset and the remaining night behind it, with one front paw stretched out, covering the town, rivers and mountains below. Even the lingering black mist was vividly portrayed, and countless creatures walked out of the black mist and merged into the town below.

"I've seen a lot of religious paintings, but this is the first time I've seen a lich praised as the creator god," the priest of Helm licked his lips. "Even so, the dragon lich doesn't want to let them go?"

"The lich itself is distorted. Besides, how can the power boasted by others compare to the power that one truly controls?" Ron stretched out his hand and threw a flaming arrow, which accurately hit the relief's eyes but did not leave any trace.

But with the flash of fire, everyone saw a figure behind them, moving through the crowd of dead people like a ghost, and disappearing into the depths of another corridor!

Several plates and several "diners" were smashed into pieces of varying sizes, leaving clear traces of escape. And several people in the team saw more: behind the figure, there was a long piece of rag dragging!
"Who's there!" Sera's low roar echoed throughout the building due to the structure of the hall. (End of this chapter)