Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

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Ron was deeply impressed by Andre, a young man who was in a refugee camp outside the town of Fromm a few days ago.

At that time, only his eyes were bright, but now his whole person is full of energy, and he is also a figure like the village chief in this village.

It's just that Andre said that he only recognized Ron as a leader, so he just appointed himself as the captain of the militia, responsible for the security around the village and trading post.

"Tell me more about what's going on?" Ron looked around the village and didn't seem to find anything unusual around him.

This small village is nestled among jungles and swamps, next to a trading post. Because it was built recently, everything looks new. The road is not smooth, and the uneven road surface paved with sand and gravel only barely isolates the mud below. There is only a rough outline of the square in the center of the village, and the weeds have not yet been cleared away. Looking beyond the simple wooden fence built near the village, you can see the jungle swamps on the edge and several sparse pieces of land that are still in the reclamation stage. It's morning now, and some villagers have already gone out to work, while others are doing simple manual work in front of their homes.

Overall, nothing special.

"I see there's nothing unusual here."

"It's daytime now, so we really can't see it," Andre said with a wry smile. "Those strange things won't come out until midnight."

"It was something like a will-o'-the-wisp: a skull flying in the air, wrapped in light blue flames," Andre said without showing any uneasiness when he described it. "It seems to live in our village." In the newly dug wells, they come out every night to cause havoc and return to the water before dawn.”

"Is there something wrong with the well water? Is it becoming undrinkable or something?"

"That's not the case," Andre shook his head. "It's normal to drink water. And you know that we are all thirsty. Even if there is a slight smell, it doesn't matter. Don't delay."

"So far, no one has gotten sick due to drinking water. So we don't dare to trouble you."

"But in the past two days, the will-o'-the-wisp has become more and more active. It seems to be able to pass through walls and bodies freely, and it goes to make trouble from house to house at night: it lights candles repeatedly, and makes strange laughter in the closet and under the bed. , splashing water on the sleeping person's face...in short, all kinds of pranks."

"And you know we are plowing the fields now, right? After they clean up the fields every day, they will make a mess again the next day - we have been patrolling all night for the past few days, but we just can't catch it!"

"It's no use seeing it." said a young man next to Andre. He seemed to be a member of the village militia.

"I found it under my bed that night. I threw it and chopped it with a kitchen knife, but it was of no use! It was like a real ghost, visible and intangible!"

"It does sound like a will-o'-the-wisp." Ron pondered for a moment. Delusion Land is full of swamps and dangerous areas, so it is reasonable that will-o'-wisps will appear.

It's just that the will-o'-the-wisps in this village seem to be too indestructible compared to those in the rumors.

Typically, will-o'-the-wisps lure unwary creatures to pits of quicksand, monster lairs, or other dangerous places, where they feast on the creatures' agony of torture and even their screams of death. The will-o'-the-wisp here is just playing pranks and has absolutely no evil tendencies in this regard.

"Can you take me to see that well?" Ron asked.

"Of course, please follow me." Andre led the way. On the south side of the village's central square, they saw the well.

Ron looked down. The well water was clear and transparent, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about it.

"Save me——"

Just as Ron was about to walk away, a weak or distant whisper suddenly reached his ears.

"What?"

"What...what?" Ivy raised her eyebrows. She was closest to Ron, but she had no idea what he was talking about.

"Didn't you hear?" Ron said "Huh", "Someone was talking in the well just now..."

"I didn't hear it," Ivy shook her head, "Where are you Victoria? Did you hear it?"

"No," Victoria took out Heim's emblem - it was engraved with an upright left-hand iron glove with gazing eyes - her body lit up with a faint light, "I don't feel any evil. exist."

"Neither did I. Boss, could it be that you were hallucinating?" Driver took out his ears. He was almost close to the edge of the well. Ron, who was higher up, could hear him but he couldn't. sound?

"Andre?"

"My lord, neither have I, not in the past few days," Andre said. "Everyone is here fetching water normally these days. If there is any special sound, someone among them will definitely hear it."

Ron approached the well again, and soon he heard the same sound as before.

"Save—me—"

"Still there?" Ivy looked at Ron, "Would you like me to go down and take a look? I can dive."

"No need." Ron stopped the half-elf. He stretched out his hand, and the light that seemed to be electric light, but was so dim that it was almost black, hesitated at his pointing.

Cantrip, fight the undead.

This trick is specifically used to target undead creatures. At first, it was a kind of divine spell prayed by priests, but it was soon analyzed by a group of mages and spread as a spell that can be learned.

After all, mages also have their own arcane gods.

"Whether you are a will-o'-the-wisp or something else, don't hide your head and show your tail," Ron pointed his finger at the well, "Come out and see everyone. If you have anything to say, say it clearly!"

"Save-save-me-"

The voice in the well sounded again, but there was no intention of coming out. It seemed that it could only say this sentence, but the tone was getting heavier.

"Then there is no room for negotiation?" Ron was not interested in continuing to guess the riddle with the other party. A strike against the undead directly pierced the surface of the water in the well and shot deeper.

This time, everyone present heard the long and painful sigh.

"At night--"

"It seems that our little will-o'-the-wisp is still a little shy and doesn't want to see people in broad daylight!" Sera laughed, "Chief, I think we might as well just jump in and pull it out!"

"Or maybe we should just tear down this well and dig deep to find it? See if it dares to play tricks again!"

For the barbarians from the north, the only undead creatures worthy of respect are the spirits of the heroes who died in battle, just like they only believe in Grom, the Lord of War Hunters.