Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 200 Escape
Masarino's Arcane Echo is a sixth-level spell that the planeswalker has figured out by destroying his own magic items to force him to recall spells. In this way, he can replenish and cast any spell below the sixth level in his spellbook in an emergency. The lower the required level, the more spells he can recall at once.

For a wizard who travels to various planes all year round, as long as he is well prepared, this spell can almost be said to be his second spell book.

It was a pity that Masarino had almost used up all of his magic items in the previous two battles. Now, apart from hoping that Ron could quickly find his staff that he didn't know where it was lost, all he could do was to prepare to run away.

The undead creatures here are obviously guarding this monument. As long as you run far enough, they won't catch up with you.

"Old man, here!"

In the last two minutes before the force field wall that imprisoned the Death Knight collapsed, the staff that had accompanied him for more than ten years finally returned to his hands. However, this last meeting was actually a farewell to his old friend.

With a "crack", the staff was broken into two pieces on the old wizard's thigh. Masarino took a deep breath and cast a spell again in the last six seconds before the force field wall disappeared. The Death Knight was imprisoned again before he could even move his feet.

"Go and do what you should do!" Mazarino's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse, "Don't let her sacrifice go to waste!"

"She?" Sera had already pried open the first brick under the monument, but turned back in confusion when she heard this.

"My staff!" Mazarino stamped his feet, stretched out his hand and began to strike the undead, "Don't look at it, dig it!"

The force field wall could not be dispelled, and the Death Knight, feeling something was not right, had already begun commanding other undead creatures to surround it.

"Water creation, control of water!" Ron used up the last charge in the ice sapphire, and set off a huge wave in the depths of the dense forest where there was no water source. Among the swarming undead creatures, those with lighter bodies could not stand at all and were swept far aside.

"My Lord, you have a lot of good stuff in your hands," Masarino looked at the gem in Ron's hand in surprise, "If I don't have enough time later, can you give me this one?"

"This is a set," Ron rejected the other party's proposal succinctly. He turned his head to look at Sera and others who were digging hard. "Unless they are willing to build a mausoleum for a piece of debris, twenty minutes will be enough."

In fact, the people of the Kingdom of Farama did not even prepare a coffin for a part of their queen's body. Just after the second ten minutes, Sylvia's wizard hand touched a hard object.

"Found it!" Several people worked together and immediately dug out the stone box buried under the monument. "Damn it, it can't be opened! There's a seal on it!"

"Give me some time," Yelena leaned over and placed her hands on the stone box, "I should be able to crack it!"

"We don't have time for that!" Ron looked at the increasingly irritable Death Knight inside the force field wall, "Take the stone box and prepare to leave. We'll talk about it when we get back!"

"Does this Death Knight look like he's willing to help us decipher time?!"

Sera slapped away Yelena's hand, who was still somewhat unwilling, picked up the stone box and tucked it under her armpit, then ran as fast as she could back the way she came. The others did not dare to delay and stood up and fled into the distance.

"Lord, you go first," Masarino walked slowly away from the force field wall at a normal pace to ensure that the spell would not dissipate prematurely due to his panic, "Don't worry, don't worry... I'll 'let you out' right away..." "Roar!" Finally, the force field wall could no longer hold, and the furious Death Knight broke through the cage. Flames and black smoke burned on the black armor and giant sword. After breaking free, he was like a prisoner thirsting for revenge, and he urgently needed to drink the blood of living creatures to vent his anger!

"Stop looking and run!"

Ron picked up Mazarino, who was still recovering from casting a spell, and flew into the air, diving into the woods in the distance before the Death Knight's Fiery Slash could split them into eight pieces.

The open space behind him was in chaos. Even though the stone box he was guarding had disappeared, many undead creatures were still imprisoned in that piece of land and could not get away. The sounds of bones breaking, collisions, and howling rang out one after another. It was the impotent and furious Death Knight who was venting his anger on his men.

"That was a close call," Marsalino climbed up from the mud and frantically touched his head and back. "Is my head still there? Is it still there?"

"I ran with you in my arms. I'm still alive, how could something happen to you?" Ron sat down on the ground in frustration and tore off his robe - this robe sold in Rose City, which the merchant claimed was impervious to water and fire, was almost burned at the back by the flames, and even his back was burned.

It was just a slight touch. If he had really been hit, Ron doubted whether Victoria's resurrection skills could have saved him.

"That's good," the planeswalker let out a long sigh, and suddenly started to grin, "Girls and boys, you'll have something to brag about in the future!"

"You are able to steal things from under the nose of the Death Knight and escape safely. Do you know how lucky you are?"

"This is almost as difficult as escaping from the lair of a full-grown dragon!"

Mazarino looked at these young people excitedly, but found that these young people just looked at each other and did not show any excitement.

"It's not you..." The planeswalker had a bad feeling in his heart, "You haven't really been to the lair of an adult dragon, have you?"

"Old age, to be exact," Ron curled his lips, "and the dragon is dead."

"We can't even deal with the 'watchdogs' it left behind," Ivy shrugged, the armor on her body clanking. "It's hard to say which of these two is easier to deal with."

"Hey, why do you keep thinking about this!" Driver grabbed the stone box impatiently and began to try to open it with the lock picking tool. "Come and see how to open this thing?"

"Can I bite it with my teeth?"

"Aren't you afraid of getting a mouthful of corpse oil?" Ivy picked up the goblin speechlessly, "Didn't you hear what Sylvia and Yelena said just now? There's a magic seal on it, and it can't be opened by physical means!"

(End of this chapter)