Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 292 The Unkillable Bandit

"what?"

The sudden flying arrow stunned Morrow and Ampby at the same time. They looked at each other, and then at Ron, who was holding a bow and arrow and looking at them across the battlefield.

"Do you agree?" Moruo kicked the goblin shaman. This kick was somewhat personal. "You are not allowed to fight back. Only then can we be considered even—"

"What the hell is a tie? Can you count?" An Pubi punched Moruo in the eye with his backhand. "But he is right. Lord Karad has to listen to his orders."

"Okay, then we will all fight for the lord here, it's a deal!" Morrow and An Pubi looked at each other, then turned to Ron at the same time: "Lord, be careful behind you!"

"What...what?" Ron saw the two guys suddenly yelling towards him, but suddenly he heard a cold front brushing his neck from behind. He was so frightened that he instantly used the Phantom Step and appeared on a nearby roof in a blink of an eye.

A centaur that was taller and stronger than the others, even bigger than Korzm, held a large curved sword in his hand and galloped past where Ron had been standing a second ago. He suddenly lost his target and had no time to stop, but just charged forward with full concentration, and pounced directly at Ivy in front of him.

"Bam—"

The fine steel blade collided with the cold iron tower shield, making a deafening sound. The half-elf warrior half-crouched, took a step back, and set up a slope with the tower shield. The centaur had no time to react, and his heavy body flew up from Ivy's side under the guidance of inertia.

"Sera!"

"coming!"

The barbarian who was wrestling with the three-headed orc heard Ivy's cry and pushed his opponent away with all his strength. She grasped the front of Canglan's Grip with her hand, turned the sword upside down, and swung it like a war hammer, smashing it down on the belly of the centaur who had lost his balance.

Almost at the same time, three arrows with scorching rays were thrown down from a high altitude, accurately hitting the heads and shoulders of the orcs who were still trying to sneak attack Sera. How could they withstand the attack from Ivy and Sera when they were suddenly "ignited"? After just a few exchanges, Ivy's tower shield was covered with layers of bloody human figures.

"Sir Ron! You are finally back!"

Ron turned his head and looked down, only to see a man in priest robes holding up the holy emblem and running out of a building. A golden holy glow spread out from him, inspiring the nearby goblins and kobolds.

He is Grant, who was once a follower of a demon lord, but now it seems that he has completely converted to the service of Lady Luck.

"Where is your companion?"

"He's treating the wounded!" Grant tilted his head and "luckily" dodged a flying arrow. "It may still be difficult for him to change his beliefs. Miss Bunny is still trying to find a solution!"

"It seems we have quite a few friends!" The vampire mage suddenly appeared behind Grant and dragged him into a room by the collar. "You are hiding here obediently without even wearing armor. Do you really want to die?"

"Uh, thank you, Miss Sylvia!" Grant scratched his head awkwardly, "I saw you guys were back and wanted to help—"

"You've already suffered, so don't ask for more trouble." Sylvia's blood-red eyes swept over the other person's body, confirming that the former cultist was not hurt. "We don't have the extra energy to take care of you anymore."

The vampire turned around, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes. If it weren't for her, these people would definitely not have to suffer this... "I smell the smell of regret?" A black feather fell in front of Sylvia, and the succubus passed by with a magic sword in his hand and an orc's head in his other hand, "Let me teach you how to avoid this kind of thing - come on, kill them all!"

"This is not your fault at all, it's their fault!" Wherever the demon passed, orcs and centaurs fell to the sides like wheat fields, "And those who made mistakes should pay with blood, life and soul!"

"Was she so crazy before?" Victoria noticed the movement here and took the opportunity to throw a calming shot at Sylvia to prevent her from being tempted by the devil.

"She's a succubus! She was born a lunatic!" The one fighting alongside Victoria was a Cambion. They worked well together, but for various reasons, they kept a considerable distance from each other. "She got much better after getting a heart transplant, but recently, I don't know why she got it back again!"

The Kambion holding a double-edged battle axe grumbled and complained: "Nine Hells, don't let me know who helped her!"

"She did it herself," Victoria rolled her eyes, "She's very powerful, isn't she? There's no chance we can help her."

"Damn it..." Cambion's battle axe was blocked by a double-headed axe in the hands of a middle-aged orc, and the two weapons were stuck together. In order to prevent the opponent's sneak attack, Cambion decided to strike first and punch his opponent. The fist covered with a layer of hellfire soon burned half of the orc's body.

"How can an orc be so strong?! Is he immortal or something? He can't be defeated!?"

Not only here, Ron, who was standing on the roof and commanding the overall situation, soon discovered that in other places, those orcs and centaurs who had been knocked down, including the centaur who was hit by Sera's sword handle, were struggling to stand up again. Moreover, the wounds of these "resurrected" beings were all recovering quickly without exception!

If things continue like this, they might be dragged to death here!

"Cut off their heads! Split their bodies!" Kaojia's reminder came from the air. Although she was crazy, she was definitely not a fool. "They are no longer living people. They are just undead creatures in the skin of living people!"

"Some demons love to play this kind of trick... There must be a mastermind nearby. We must get rid of that person or those beings once and for all!"

"Lord! Lord!"

Just when everyone had to fight these deadly creatures, a burst of rapid horse hoofbeats sounded from outside the town. Zandya, the young centaur leader, carried the old orc priest and galloped into the town from outside New Green Swamp. Because of Ron's conspicuous position, they ran straight towards this side.

"You didn't run away?" Ron was very surprised. They had completely forgotten about these two people and didn't leave anyone to guard them. "How did you escape? What are you doing here?"

"The teeth of orcs and centaurs are more suitable for chewing coarse fibers," the orc priest spat out the rope residue in his mouth, "We must wash away our own stigma! And there is one thing I think you must know!"

"what?"

Zandia turned around and looked outside the city with lingering fear, as if a certain existence would appear in front of them in the next second: "Undead! A tidal army of undead! They are coming this way!"

The centaur leader stamped his four horseshoes anxiously: "The leader is a big guy, holding a huge sword, and his whole body is wrapped in black mist!"

"I think everything here is related to him..." The orc priest turned over and got to the ground, hunched over, his small eyes hidden under his drooping eyelids were full of fear and dread.

(End of this chapter)