Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 58: Will-O-Wisp in the Village
Ron was deeply impressed by Andre, a young man who had been in a refugee camp outside the town of Frome a few days ago.

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

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

"Tell me in detail what happened?" Ron looked around the village, but didn't seem to find anything unusual.

This small village is located next to the jungle and swamp, adjacent to the trading post. Because it was built recently, everything looks very new. The road is not flat, and the gravel paved road surface is bumpy, barely isolating the mud below. The square in the center of the village has only a rough outline, and the weeds have not been completely cleared. Looking over the simple wooden wall built near the village, you can see the edge of the jungle swamp and a few sparse plots of land that are still in the reclamation stage. It is morning now, and some villagers have gone out to work, while others are doing simple manual work at their doorsteps.

Overall, nothing special.

"I don't think there's anything unusual going on here."

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

"It was something like a will-o'-the-wisp: a skull flying in the air, wrapped in pale blue flames," Andre described it without showing any uneasiness. "It seemed to live in the newly dug well in our village. It would come out every night to cause damage everywhere, and would return to the water before dawn."

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

"Well, no," Andre shook his head, "Drinking water is normal. And you know us, we are all thirsty, so even if there is a little bit of odor, it doesn't matter, it won't delay us."

"So far, no one has become sick from drinking the water. So we didn't dare to bother you."

"But in the past two days, the will-o'-the-wisp has become more active. It seems to be able to pass through walls and bodies freely. Every night, it goes door to door to make trouble: repeatedly lighting candles, making strange laughter in closets and under beds, and pouring water on the faces of sleeping people... In short, it plays all kinds of pranks."

"And you know we're clearing the fields now, right? After they clean up the fields every day, they'll be in a mess again when we go to see them the next day - we've been patrolling all night these 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 didn't help at all! It was like a real ghost, visible but untouchable!"

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

However, compared with the ones rumored, the will-o'-the-wisp fire in this village seemed to be too non-destructive.

Normally, will-o'-the-wisp lures careless creatures to quicksand pits, monster lairs, or other dangerous places, where they feast on the creatures' pain or even their screams when they die. But this will-o'-the-wisp is just playing a prank, and has no evil intentions at all.

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

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

Ron looked down and saw that the water in the well was clear and transparent, and there didn't seem to be anything unusual.

"help 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 it?" Ron said, "Someone was talking in the well just now..."

"I didn't hear it," Ivy shook her head. "Victoria, what about you? Did you hear it?"

"No," Victoria took out the emblem of Helm, which was engraved with an upright left gauntlet with a staring eye on it, and a faint light shone on her body. "I don't sense any evil presence."

"Neither do I. Boss, are you hallucinating?" Driver picked his ears. He was almost sticking to the edge of the well. Could Ron, who was higher away, hear sounds that he couldn't?
"Andre?"

"My Lord, I haven't heard anything in the past few days," Andre said. "Everyone has been drawing water here normally these days. If there were any unusual noises, someone would have heard it."

Ron moved closer to the well again, and soon he heard the same sound again.

"help me--"

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

"No need." Ron stopped the half-elf and stretched out his hand. A light that seemed to be lightning, but was so dim that it was almost black, flickered in his direction.

Jugglery, strike against the undead.

This trick was specifically used against undead creatures. It was initially a divine spell from a priest's prayers, but it was soon analyzed by a group of wizards and spread as a spell that could 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 yourself," Ron pointed his finger into the well, "Come out and meet everyone. If you have anything to say, tell us clearly!"

"Save—save—me—"

The voice in the well sounded again, but it had no intention of coming out. It seemed to only say this one sentence, but its tone became heavier and heavier.

"So there's nothing to talk about?" Ron wasn't interested in continuing the guessing game with the other party, and he fired a shot at the Undead, which pierced through the surface of the water in the well and shot towards deeper depths.

This time, everyone present heard that 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 anyone in broad daylight!" Sera laughed, "Chief, I think we should just jump in and pull it out!"

"Or maybe we should just tear down the well and dig deep to find it. Let's see if it dares to play tricks again!"

For the barbarians from the north, the only undead creatures worthy of awe are the spirits of the heroes who died in battle, just as they only believe in Grom, the lord of war and hunting.

(End of this chapter)