Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 313 Eagle's Nest on the Mountain

The whistling sound of the Siren Song covered the cry of the heron statue. Under the cover of the discordant sound, the bronze statue turned into a blue and red lightning, cutting through the turbulence caused by the gargoyles, and rushed straight towards the giant gargoyle that was affected by the crossbow but still tried to escape from the battle.

Although the body of the gargoyle was not an ordinary object, this statue might also have some history. Under the conflicting attacks, the gargoyle let out a painful roar, and its entire lower body was pierced by the beak of the high-speed egret, but this actually increased its flying speed. The crossbow in Ron's hand had not stopped whistling yet, and the gargoyle, which still had only half of its body left, had disappeared into the sky.

Seeing their leader escape, the rest of the gargoyles gave up the fight and took off to escape, but they were much weaker than the giant gargoyle, and the furious Ron team would not give them any chance to escape. Explosions and shouts came one after another, and the fragments of the gargoyles almost covered the entire village.

"Sylvia!" Victoria's eyes were bloodshot, and she smashed the war hammer in her hand heavily to the ground. The sacred fire burned the surrounding soil and even the brick and stone structures black. She looked to the side with a bad face. The demons and mortals who had thought the crisis was over and were peeking out from their shelters all showed fear on their faces and quickly closed the doors and windows again.

"Thank you for helping the village regain peace," the Filthy Devil slowly came over, her hands crossed in front of her, and expressed her gratitude to Ron and the others, "I am very sorry for what happened to all of you..."

“Shut up! You evil demon!” Victoria’s eyes were red with anger as she charged towards the foul demons. “If it weren’t for you, how could Sylvia have been abducted by them?!”

"You will pay the price for this!"

"That's enough, Victoria!" Ron signaled Ivy and Quest to stop the priest who was almost insane with anger. "We don't have time to mess around with them! We have to get her back immediately!"

"I'm sorry for what happened to my companions." Facing the death threat from the priest, the filth demon didn't seem to have any fear. Even if the half-elf and tiefling didn't stop her, the demon didn't make any moves to escape or resist. She even insisted on finishing her words. "According to the agreement just now, we will provide you with enough dry food for a few days."

"Besides that, Sir Ron, I sense some unusual aura in you, aura from the abyss. Can you explain it?"

The Filthy Demon paused for a moment and said, "Perhaps, I can help you."

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure." With the intervention of her companions, the priest gradually calmed down. Her eyes were still full of hatred as she looked at the filth demon, but she put down her weapon and was not prepared to continue attacking for the time being.

"Are you talking about this?" Ron was slightly stunned by what the Filthy Demon said. After thinking for a moment, he took out the obsidian-like blood of the Demon Lord and said, "Some time ago, Gracia gave it to me as a reward."

"Her Highness must have her considerations," the Filthy Demon carefully felt the blood crystal in Ron's hand, and shook his head regretfully, "I'm sorry, I don't have the ability to do anything about this. Her Highness's power is far beyond my imagination, but..."

The demon who had surrendered to Purgatory had a doubtful tone in his voice: "There seems to be some kind of triggering device hidden in the blood essence. I can't interpret the timing of the trigger... Sorry."

Her frail body trembled slightly, and she immediately shut her mouth and stopped talking about this topic.

Their companions were inexplicably kidnapped by a gargoyle. Neither Ron nor the others had the mood to play charades with the foul demon. After accepting some food that the villagers contributed tremblingly, the team set out immediately to the giant eagle's nest that was occupied by the gargoyle as the foul demon said.

The weather in the mountains was good, and it was a good time for a forced march. Ron's magic gave everyone extraordinary athletic ability, which allowed them to move quickly while maintaining their physical strength. Perhaps this still couldn't catch up with the flying speed of the gargoyles, but it wouldn't be much slower. "Ga! Ga! Manor, manor! Ga!"

A bronze heron statue circled above the team's heads, occasionally making strange, shrill cries. It spoke the common language, but its inaccurate pronunciation made it seem extremely creepy.

"Can you make it shut up?" Shadow Spirit sighed, "Although I know you just got this thing, but it obeyed your instructions just now, so it should be able to do it now, right?"

"Zhuangyan (Garden)!" The heron looked down at the shadow spirit with its blood-red eyes, and there seemed to be some dissatisfaction in its cry.

"It seems there's no hope. Ron can't control it at all." Driver muttered. He didn't think the statue was noisy. The life of the goblins was much more "lively" than this.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." Victoria walked absentmindedly in the second place in the team, following Ivy's footsteps step by step, "I ignored Heim's warning, I failed to fulfill my duties, I-"

"If you continue like this, you will only get further and further away from Him." Ivy stopped and let Victoria stumble and hit her back. "Victoria, wake up. It's not your fault that Sylvia was arrested."

"In other words, it's not just your fault," Quest said. "I was the one who knocked that guy away. Its original target was Yelena. No one understands why it suddenly attacked Sylvia and even wanted to kidnap her. This itself is unreasonable."

"What does it have to do with me—" Yelena opened her mouth to refute, but under the accusing gazes of the others, Shadow Spirit shrank her neck and said, "Yes, I was the first to reveal the flaw, so I am also responsible."

"Victoria, you are a very important companion of ours. If you become so depressed because of a negligence, you will only see us being captured or even killed one after another in the future." Ron patted the priest's shoulder. "Tell me, do you really want this?"

"Or do you hope that we will slow down because of you, and eventually we will never be able to save Sylvia? Now is not the time to repent."

"...You are right," Victoria blinked and looked up at her companions, "You are right, Ron, now is not the time to repent."

"Sorry, I just... let's speed up, maybe we can still make it now."

When the priest was no longer depressed, the team moved much faster, but even so, when Ron and others were almost at the top of the mountain, a huge black shadow blocked the sunlight above their heads.

The bird's cry carried a warning tone, and the bronze heron statue somehow landed on Ron's shoulder, shrinking its neck and not daring to respond.

However, this does not mean that there are no more people in the team who can understand the "true bird language". These others can only judge the emotional chirping. In the ears of the goblin hunters, its meaning is clear:
"We just took back my home! You can't take it from us again!"

(End of this chapter)