Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 400 When will the attack come?
"This is impossible!"

When Ron and the other two found the two elves, Anastasia was the first to jump up: "I've never heard of such a thing happening!"

"How many years have the Chimonanthus ruins been around? This has never happened before! Can fungi differentiate into different functions?"

"Theoretically, there is a certain possibility," the Elf Master did not deny Ron's guess immediately, but made further calculations, "but the process of natural selection is too long. A few hundred years is not even a glimpse for nature."

"So I am more inclined to believe that there should be a driving force behind the scenes, accelerating, inducing, or even leading the process of the transformation of the delusional earth red mold in a magical way."

The Moon Elf glanced at Victoria behind Ron, then looked at Ron and added, "It could also be the power of the gods."

"But as far as I know, gods in charge of harvest or life shouldn't have this tendency, right?" Anastasia asked, "Like the ones we usually believe in..."

"The beliefs of moon elves are different from those of other elves," Gillianis said expressionlessly. "Also, it may not be the god of harvest or the god in charge of the realm of life. A neutral hunting god, a completely neutral god of nature like Melora, or even gods in charge of war, killing, or pure knowledge may also have this authority."

"This matter probably has nothing to do with them, but if it is those believers, the scope of possibility will at least be expanded."

"Is it possible that it is related to the acid tigers we encountered before?" Ron further proposed his idea. "According to those tiger bandits, the acid tigers seem to be related to a wizard's experiment. Combined with the weakness of red mold..."

"You mean, there is such a wild wizard who witnessed the red mold chasing those tiger people, rescued them and tried to transform them so that they can get rid of the interference of the red mold forever?" Anastasia took a breath, "But doesn't this make the problem more complicated!"

"If, as you said, red mold is everywhere, do we still have to visit that magician who may only exist in the mouths of tiger people?"

"But it's an idea after all, isn't it?" Gillianis has already started to move, packing her things, "How about I go with you this time?"

"Even a wild mage needs a research cycle. He may have started working on this topic a long time ago, so once we enter the area covered by the red mold, it shouldn't be difficult to find him."

"He might even come to us on his own."

"He'd better hope he doesn't make a fool of himself and cooperate with us to eliminate these red molds," Sylvia snorted. "If he asks us to mind our business..."

"Then I have to really take care of it." If this situation really happens, Ron will not have any sympathy for the other party.

There must be a bottom line when doing research. How can we allow a dangerous organism like Fusarium to reproduce rampantly after losing a lot of its weaknesses?

The news of preparing to set off again was quickly passed on to Sera and Driver, who had just sobered up. Ron's original team quickly assembled, and the two elf foreign aids also quickly prepared their luggage and necessary instruments and equipment, ready to set off with Ron and others.

Axuri really wanted to travel with them again, after all, his new mentor (Gillianis) would also be traveling with them this time, but this was unanimously opposed by Ron and others.

The physique of a true dragon is quite strong, and it can even be full by eating soil. The vitality of the red mold is extremely tenacious when it is not exposed to its natural weaknesses. If some strains are accidentally brought back under the scales of a black dragonfly or somewhere else, Exuri will probably be fine, but the ordinary residents here can't stand this!
The black dragon said goodbye to Roen's team awkwardly, and after watching them leave, he quickly turned his enthusiasm to other things. As a young dragon, there were still many things waiting for him to explore. Roen, on the other hand, naturally had to go on another long journey, but firstly, this was not his first time on this road, and secondly, a powerful wizard and a senior soldier could indeed provide a lot of help during the journey, so when they finally arrived at the outskirts of the earldom, they were in pretty good shape.

"This is the cemetery." It was daytime when they arrived this time, and the surrounding environment was not so gloomy. Looking at the cemetery that was more dilapidated than the last time, Sylvia sighed, "I was blinded by power at that time, but to be honest, the feeling of being in control of everything is really-"

"Unfortunately, that was just your illusion," Ivy said without turning her head, wearing new armor and carrying a new tower shield. "The so-called power you gave you was given by the earl. How can that be called controlling everything?"

Sylvia closed her mouth and did not refute.

"It seems that the spreading speed of the red mold is not fast enough," Anastasia rushed into the cemetery first, looking around and looking into the distance. "I thought we would encounter the red mold and spore people halfway along the way."

"Only organisms that are infected by fusarium or spores and die as a result will give rise to spore men and spiny beasts," Gillianis explained. "Although they can survive on nutrients in the soil or the remains of rotten corpses, that is just survival and cannot meet the needs of reproduction."

"Most of the living things here are dead. Even if the fungus wants to expand, it has no host."

"Oh? My dear, then, you are sure we shall not encounter those plants?"

Anastria did not respond to Gillianis at first, but when she walked to the gate of the cemetery first, the mercenary suddenly put on a smile on his face and looked at the archmage with ill intentions.

"Shall we make a bet? Let's bet on how long it will take for the red mold, spore man, or thorn beast to come and 'hunt' us if we stay here?"

"How much do you bet?"

Ivy looked at the archmage in confusion. This elf mercenary dared to bet like this, so he must have seen something!

Isn't this just waiting to lose money?

"Add me in too." Just when Ivy thought Gillianis was being unwise, Ron's voice suddenly rang out from behind her, "How about a small bet for fun?"

"What a stingy lord! Fortunately, you are not so stingy when paying the reward," Anastasia laughed. "Silver coins are silver coins! I bet five minutes later or ten minutes ago!"

"Well, I think it will be earlier," the Moon Elf tilted her head and took a step to the other side, "Two or three minutes, how about you, Lord?"

"I can do it in less than ten seconds." Ron said shockingly.

"Because there's one lying in ambush right next to us! Even if it doesn't understand the Common Language, it should know that we've discovered it!"

(End of this chapter)