Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 127 Under the Old Banyan Tree
Aiksuri rejected Moro's flattering proposal. It would be difficult to ignore such a large banyan tree, and there was no need for a guide to lead the way.

Moreover, the Gnoll Tribe cannot be without a sound leader, as this is 90% of the young dragon's followers. If anything happens to him, he will be heartbroken.

"Some of these guys are born with the ability to cast such powerful spells, while two others have to learn from scrolls," Ivy said with a smile, "Isn't the gap too big?"

"How many spells can it cast? How many spells do I know?" Sylvia pulled back her long white hair. "You can't expect Fireball to solve most problems, right?"

"The road ahead is blocked by thorns. It seems that only Dreverdo and the kobold can barely pass through." Exuri looked at the thorny road ahead. "My breath and minions may not be able to clear them easily."

Sylvia: "Just wait for me to cast a fireball."

"No need to go through so much trouble - Burning Hands!" Ron put his thumbs together and opened the other fingers. A stream of fire immediately spurted out from between his fingers, burning all the thorns and bushes in front of him. "Let's go. Do we still need to use Fireball when low-level spells can solve the problem?"

The thorns here were no different from the ordinary thorns in the swamp outside. Carnivorous plants accounted for the vast majority of them. Not long after Ron lit them, these plants began to secrete a flame-retardant sticky juice, which quickly extinguished the flames on their bodies.

"It looks like we'll have to burn it again when we come back." Sera looked back at the plants that were healing themselves rapidly.

"These plants don't grow here naturally," Ron compared the types of plants with the surrounding environment. "Although they have been growing here for a long time, their dense distribution and monotonous species are not normal."

"It should be that some creature long ago deliberately cultivated it here."

"That green dragon must have done it when it was alive," Exuri said casually. "Most green dragons are lazy and live off the land, but there are still some hardworking guys among them. They will cultivate plants around their nests according to their own aesthetics and interests. But even so, its 'garden' is too big - do you see that old banyan tree? It's still quite far from here!"

"Is it possible that it was planted here to guard against the Copper Dragon?" asked Driver.

Exuri was amused. "Beware of copper dragons? It's more like copper dragons are wary of it! Those metallic dragons who like jokes and humor don't have such a strong desire to attack, nor are they the guardians of evil and good. Unlike, uh, gold dragons?"

Axuri listened carefully for a while, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no special animal sounds in the jungle.

It's another day when I can talk bad about Jin Long behind his back without getting caught.

As they continued to move towards the old banyan tree, the surrounding plants became more lush and diverse as they walked further, and Ron's guess was confirmed - these plants were indeed not native, but were forcibly planted here by external intervention.

However, the gardener's technique was very skilled and his magic was extremely powerful. Even now, after so many years, these foreign plants still firmly occupied their soil, standing tall amidst the layers of local vegetation, neither continuing to expand nor being cannibalized.

"Hey! Come here and see what I found." Sera, who was walking in the front and leading the way, suddenly stopped and lowered her voice to call Ron and others to come closer.

"Why are there undead creatures here?"

From here you can see the ancient banyan tree that is rooted in a slope and requires nearly ten people to hug. However, it is here that, accompanied by the "clattering" sound of skeletons, skeletons and zombies from different races are moving stiffly, as if they are patrolling and guarding the entire territory for their dead masters.

"Special plants have been implanted in their bodies," Exuri crouched in the bushes and pointed out to Ron and the others why these undead were still able to move. "When the green dragon was alive, it 'hired' them to guard the house. Although it is gone now, the plants in these undead creatures have survived and are continuing to perform their former duties."

"It's useless to simply knock down the shells they inhabit. The plants inside will help them to constantly reorganize and revive. If you want to completely defeat them, you have to beat them down into pieces like those on the ground."

Aikthuri pointed to the grass, where there were large amounts of bone fragments that were almost crushed into bone powder. They lay there motionless, and it seemed that they were indeed dead.

"One thing you need to be careful about is not to get hurt by them, otherwise the plant seeds will probably parasitize your flesh and blood, turning you into zombies," Axuri stopped Shisera who wanted to rush forward, "It's best to completely defeat them from a distance."

Ron: "Got it, let's use Fireball!"

This time, no one could stop the release of the fireball. Ron threw out a huge fireball with a radius of nearly seven meters. The huge explosion and the scorching temperature destroyed every undead creature and the plants in the open space in front. Ivy, Sera and Victoria, who followed closely behind and rushed forward in the high temperature, quickly smashed all the trapped fish and large pieces of debris to ensure that they would never have the possibility of rebirth.

"Hoo--tsk!" Exuri sprayed a mouthful of strong acid on a large piece of skeleton that was trembling and trying to stand up again. "That's it. Although we probably still can't eradicate these plants, at least these dead people won't bother us when we explore."

"But where are the remains of the green dragon?"

A sixteen-meter-long skeleton was not difficult to find. Ron and his team quickly found the shattered bones in the hollowed-out trunk of the old banyan tree.

No one could move it easily, so even after countless years, it still maintained its dying posture—it seemed to be trying to get into the tree hole and the nest below, and in its abdomen, Ron found three slender skeletons.

"They are all elves," Ivy recognized the skeleton's race at a glance, "They were all swallowed by the green dragon, but before they were completely digested, the green dragon was killed."

There is no dragon tomb, no guardian, no ghost dragon. A dragon that died abnormally cannot expect to enjoy these. It just lies here, together with the old banyan tree that it dug out but is still alive.

(End of this chapter)