Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 266 Arson and Firefighting

When Seymour and Carlos rushed to the outskirts of Henry Robertson's wizard tower, the whole area was in chaos.

A large number of patrols and even Carolina soldiers were alarmed and rushed here, but more undead creatures broke out from the ground nearby, blocking those who came to support them outside.

Most of these undead creatures were ordinary skeletons and zombies, with a few ghosts occasionally seen. Ordinary soldiers were completely unable to communicate with them, and driven by fear and suspicion, conflict soon broke out between the two sides.

The situation was so chaotic that no one noticed that two figures, under the cover of night, bypassed the patrol's fire and quietly rushed towards the originally scheduled meeting point.

There, was the starting point of this inexplicable conflict.

"Wall of fire!" As the figure shrouded in dark clouds shouted, a circular wall of fire rose up in the darkness. Several zombies were roasted into charcoal in an instant. However, this seemingly indestructible wall of fire could not last long enough. Seymour watched helplessly as a huge creature two meters tall rushed into the darkness. The wall of fire dissipated in an instant, leaving only wisps of gas floating out and landing near Seymour and Carlos, turning into an embarrassed Sylvia.

"How is this going?"

Seymour only had time to ask this question before he found himself the new target of the giant flesh golem. The drow assassin disappeared instantly, two cold rays flashed from his sleeves, and when he reappeared, he had already turned over and was riding on the golem's neck.

The short blade was as sharp as flesh, like it was cutting into rubber. Seymour thought it was bad, and before he could even draw his weapon, he turned over and jumped up again, narrowly avoiding the undead creature's claw that was twisting its joints.

“Miss Sylvia, how could you get into trouble with such a thing!”

The brief but dangerous fight made Seymour break out in a cold sweat and also stunned Carlos, the narrator. If there was anything he and Seymour had in common, it was that they neither carried formal weapons, and they only had daggers and short swords on them - they were probably completely unable to compete with each other!

"I didn't provoke it, it bumped into me!" Sylvia waved her staff, and three night hounds emerged from the etheric plane and disappeared in an instant, tearing off large chunks of flesh from the golem. "Your actions are too late, the broker's body is on it!"

"I sensed the mark left on the broker today approaching, and thought it was you, so I came out of hiding. I never thought it was something like this!"

The figure of the vampire suddenly disappeared from the spot, and a thunderous sound was heard not far away. A moment later, a series of scorching rays shot towards the golem from afar again, temporarily blocking the attack of the undead creature.

"That old guy's alert eyes," Sylvia rejoined the siege of the golem with a gloomy face, "He must have noticed the movement outside, we have to leave here quickly!"

"But this golem--" Carlos rolled on the ground for a full ten times before he managed to avoid the flesh and blood golem's claw attack. Even so, a large piece of his robe was torn by the opponent, turning into flying strips of cloth.

"There's no time!" Seymour acted decisively. He found an opportunity to retrieve his dagger from the golem's neck, and then quickly fled. "Sylvia, do you have any spells? Burn all the traces nearby, and let's retreat!"

The vampire immediately understood, and a fist-sized fireball formed on the tip of his staff, which was still expanding. "You go first, I'll be there soon!"

A fireball with a diameter of more than ten meters exploded under Henry Robertson's wizard tower, not only covering the flesh golem and the surrounding land, but even involving the undead creatures and part of the patrol team not far away. However, Sylvia and the other three no longer had the energy to pay attention to these.

Hopefully there won't be too many casualties. "Damn it, did this psychopathic old man turn his wizard tower into a fortress?!"

A squad leader among the guards yelled, "Stop fighting, damn it! Save people first! Put out the fire!"

The people began to look for the nearest well in a panic, but the soldier who was drawing water was clumsy and accidentally dropped the bucket and rope into the well. For a moment, there was a chaos of scolding, quarreling, crying and the roar of undead creatures. No one noticed that the three "culprits" disappeared silently into the darkness.

"quiet."

In the dark night, a barrier suddenly covered the entire Mage Tower and the surrounding areas without warning. On the burning surface, a large amount of liquid poured down like a river flowing back from the sky. While putting out the flames, the waves also sent those trapped in the sea of ​​fire out and reunited with their team.

Then, holy light enveloped the injured, and the columnar magic energy healed their burns and other injuries. The Carolina guards stood up in doubt, and they found that the undead creatures seemed to be affected by some kind of holy power, no longer hostile to them, but fled away from someone.

In the darkness, a young man in gorgeous robes and a female priest in armor walked slowly over. The former waved his hand, and the book beside him that could float on its own immediately turned a page. Everyone's throats and tongues suddenly felt lighter, and they regained the ability to speak and make sounds.

"You, who are you?" A captain among the guards recognized the two "good men" who saved people from danger. "You are the lord of the delusional land who came to visit some time ago!"

"I was in charge of the security work for the welcoming banquet, and I met you once!"

Facing the enthusiastic captain, Ron shook hands and hugged him cordially: "I was awakened by the noise here, and when I saw the fire, I thought of coming over to rescue people - what on earth happened here?"

What Ron said was not entirely false, at least the part about saving people was true. But if he and Victoria had rushed here from their residence, I'm afraid even the opportunity would have been lost.

The only explanation is that they had been hiding nearby from the beginning, and when they discovered that the situation was in danger of getting out of control, they rushed over to remedy the situation.

According to laboratory regulations, when performing some dangerous operations, there must be at least two (groups) of people to supervise to prevent accidents. Ron arranged the plan completely according to habit, and this really helped a lot.

"To be honest, it was the wizard here!" The captain looked at the wizard tower with hatred. The dark and gloomy tower had only opened a crack until this moment. Henry Robertson, the confused necromancer, stood at the door, looking at the crowd in front of his house in a daze, not knowing what was going on.

"Captain, there's something going on over there!" A patrol member ran over. "We found the remains of a flesh golem at the explosion site, and a charred corpse next to it!"

"We are unable to confirm the identity of the corpse for now, but judging from its appearance, it should be an elf!"

"Your phantom is still in our custody," the captain gave the necromancer a wry smile, "I'm afraid this time, I'll have to trouble you to come with us and explain everything!"

(End of this chapter)