Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 409: Defection and Defection
"Come on, let me meet you."

Without giving the vampire more room to think, the Sword Song Lion Armor had already begun to chant independently of its master. At the same time, Gillianis approached with her sword while casting a spell synchronously. Above "Silence", the terrifying magical glow oppressed the Earl so much that he couldn't breathe!

Using arcane magic and martial arts at the same time?! The vampire was shocked. In his long life, he had only seen one and a half people who could really do this!

The half was Ron who was standing opposite him. Since his spellcasting was mediated by a bow and arrow, the only arcane spells that could be used in this way were ray-type spells, so it could only be counted as half.

As for the others, including him and himself, although they are proficient in both swordsmanship and magic, they are still far from being able to "use them at the same time"!

"Who are you?"

The vampire Count carefully used blood magic to protect himself, and used the heavy sword in his hand to resolve the attacks of the moon elves one by one. In the eyes of outsiders, he seemed to be fighting on equal terms with the opponent, but he himself knew very well that if he did not seek change, his defeat would be a foregone conclusion!

The Moon Elf paid no attention to his question, and his attack became more and more ferocious. Several violent elements washed over his cold body, bringing him the same pain and fear as when he was alive. Richtofen kept switching between his original form, liquid, gas, and even various small animals. However, he could only find in despair that the opponent's sword was getting closer and closer to his heart!

That night, his hundreds of years of hard work were in vain. Mentally unbalanced, he fled back to the place that changed the fate of his family, and there he had some adventures again.

It happened that the strange red mold began to mutate on a large scale. The count, who found that he would not be regarded as prey, decided to seize this opportunity, make a comeback with the power of nature, and take back everything that should belong to him.

The good news is that he actually met Ron and others ahead of time. It can be said that he had planned it unintentionally!

The bad news is that although the other party encountered him unintentionally, he has a more powerful helper around him!
What is this all about!
The vampire Count roared in his heart. Finally, after being in danger from Gillianis's sword again, he finally gave up the idea of ​​fighting the opponent one-on-one. He turned into a black mist and was blown by the wind in the wilderness towards the night hounds who had been watching the battle for a long time and had already become restless.

"Little guys, push on and tear them apart!"

The vampire who had recondensed into a human form let out a sharp scream, and the heavy sword in his hand turned into two wisps of blood mist, gathering behind him and transforming into a pair of broad bat wings.

Anyway, these hounds were not his property, so he wouldn't feel bad about letting them go as cannon fodder...

Although the change of allegiance had not been officially made, the giant leader, as the strongest nighthound, had obviously sensed the new evil master's thoughts. It looked back in confusion, only to receive a vicious look from the other party!
"What are you looking at! Come on!" Richthofen shouted, but he retreated faster and faster, "Come back to me when you're done!"

"If you can't even do this little thing, then you'll just die at their hands!"

The hounds became agitated, and when Ron and the others tried to chase the vampire, they finally chose to form a formation and block their way.

The hound leader lowered his body, staring unkindly at Sera, Anastasia and others who were eager to try, as if if they dared to rush up, he would immediately retaliate with his fangs and claws!
However, one person stopped the two parties from getting on edge. His pale hand grasped the front half of the staff, standing between his companions and his own familiars.

"Sylvia, didn't you see that they all switched sides?" Sera looked at the vampire mage with displeasure, "You are wasting our time!"

At the same time, the Yethis hounds did not seem to appreciate it, but continued to make threatening gestures towards their masters, and were only one thought away from actually launching an attack. And these hounds never lacked the idea of ​​attacking.

"It won't take too long," Sylvia turned to the hounds, turning her back to her companions, "I know what you bastards are thinking. We are the real master and servant, aren't we?"

"We have a spiritual connection, don't we?"

As magical creatures, and magical creatures created specifically to serve their masters, the Yethis Hounds have this racial talent: when the Yethis Hounds and their masters exist in the same plane, they can use magical links to inform their masters of things detected by their senses, and they can also communicate with each other through mental links.

When Richtofen gave the order to the hounds to stay behind, Sylvia could clearly sense their reluctance, but this was their job.

As servants of evil, the Nighthounds undoubtedly expected their masters to be so evil, ruthless and despicable, but as living creatures, how could they be willing to carry out such an order that was clearly a suicide mission?
They have been following Sylvia for more than half a year. Don’t they know what kind of power their master and his friends possess?
But what could be done? Several of the Yeti hounds showed signs of struggle, their pointed ears drooped, and they looked at Sylvia listlessly.

They don't intend to beg for forgiveness, but they are also unwilling to continue attacking - they need a reasonable reason to get out of the predicament.

"That vampire has no intention of taking you in. Can't you see that?" Ivy frowned and looked at the hesitant hounds. "Even if you don't want to continue serving Sylvia, get out of the way!"

"Otherwise, don't blame us for not cherishing our friendship!"

The half-elf's words seemed to have the opposite effect. The yetis hounds that Sylvia had just barely calmed down became agitated again, and this time they even tried to attack the vampires! If Sylvia hadn't been good at fighting, they would have been thrown to the ground!
"Damn it, did I say something wrong?" Ivy hurriedly took a few steps forward, waving the tower shield to block Sylvia in front of her to stop the hounds from going crazy.

The vampire wizard frowned, but did not blame him. He just explained, "Yethounds must serve their masters. They are born for this. You said they are unwilling to serve me anymore, which is almost pushing them to the side of the count."

"sorry, I do not know……"

"Forget it. I don't expect to convince them to come back just by talking anyway." Sylvia raised her hand and placed it on Ivy's shoulder, pushing the heavily armored half-elf aside. "Get out of the way. I'll take over next."

"Don't you guys like powerful masters?" The crystal on the top of Richthofen's scepter emitted a large amount of black mist. Sylvia's whites seemed to be eroded by the black mist and gradually turned black. In the dark eye sockets, two red lights were so dazzling that they seemed to be able to absorb all the light around them.

The wizard murmured, and something inside her body seemed to break the container and escape. In the black fog, countless red and black magical lights weaved a luxurious and dignified evening dress for her, allowing Sylvia, a former slave who already had some aristocratic temperament, to truly transform into a great noble.

Sylvia fell backwards slowly, and the black mist gathered behind her to form a large armchair. She slowly stretched out her hand with unquestionable authority. Under her aura, all the night hounds became obedient. They crawled on the ground, making yelping sounds, trying to please their master.

"You like to serve powerful evil..." Sylvia looked at all the hounds expressionlessly. The powerful force oppressed these creatures, and soon they couldn't even make a sound. "Maybe I'm not evil enough, but I am indeed powerful."

"At least, he should be better than a drowned earl who has lost even his territory!"

(End of this chapter)