Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Forget it," Ron looked at the shocked Andre, "It's not easy to dig a well, so don't make any trouble."

"Since that guy said he would come out at night - Andre, you go and inform the villagers not to move around tonight and to rest peacefully."

"As ordered." Andre bowed quickly and left with his companions.

Ron and others went back to do their own things or rest. It was still quite a long time before nightfall, so there was no point in waiting here.

Soon, after the setting sun faded away its last rays of light, Ron and the others came to the well again. Andre lit and fixed a torch at the edge of the well, illuminating everything around and down the well as clearly as day.

Ron once again prepared to release the attack on the undead at the bottom of the well, "summoning" the will-o'-the-wisp.

"Don't fight, don't fight, I'm out!"

Before Ron could speak, a blue light suddenly lit up from the bottom of the well, and a ball of light without any heat broke out of the water and floated above the mouth of the well, level with Ron's head.

"Why are you so irritable? Didn't I tell you that you would come out at night?"

In the light blue flames, a skull with a smooth surface was rising and falling. As its mandible opened and closed, a clear sound came out.

"Do you know how painful that shot was on your body?!"

"I don't know," Ron replied honestly, "I'm not an undead creature."

"伱!"

"Looking at the look of your skull, you were a female when you were alive?" Ron looked at the other person, "Why did you become like this?"

"I——" Will-o'-the-Wisp was about to reply smoothly, but a large ball of electric light and sparks suddenly burst out from the surface of his body, "Ahhhhh!"

"What's going on?" Ron was startled at first, and was about to move out to attack the undead, but he stopped his attack after seeing that the other party didn't seem to be attacking.

"I, alas, I am restricted by the content of my language and cannot talk about this matter!" Will-o'-the-Wisp sighed, and there was a "click-click" collision sound between the bones.

"As soon as I try to say this, the magic kicks in and makes me suffer!"

"It sounds like it is controlled by other more powerful creatures," Victoria said, "But why did you appear in the well here? There should be no powerful magical creatures around here."

The lizardmen and bullywugs have all been wiped out, and there are not even any priests left.

"This well is connected to the underground sewer." The will-o'-the-wisp floated erratically at the mouth of the well. "Although these people have built stones around it, I am a will-o'-the-wisp! This can't be a problem for me!"

"Victoria asked why you showed up here," Ron looked at this somewhat unreliable guy, "Since you have a very harsh master, why don't you serve in front of it, but come here to do it?" Playing a prank and playing tricks on the villagers?”

"I'm just serving it!" Will-o'-the-Wisp said confidently, "I'm carrying out my master's will: to scare you! Until I scare you away!"

Ron: "?"

"Generally speaking, your job should be to lure us to your master's lair, not scare them away. Could it be said that you have self-will?"

Will-o'-the-wisps are a relatively fragile type of undead creature, although its various characteristics make them very difficult to kill (immune to lightning and poison, and resistant to strong acid, freezing, fire, necrosis, thunder, non-magical attacks such as bludgeoning, piercing, Slashing is resistant), but that doesn't change the nature of their existence.

They are just spirits that cannot be dispersed, acting according to instinct and the orders of their masters.

"I have no will of my own. This is the master's order!" The flames of the will-o'-the-wisp trembled up and down. "Recently, a very scary creature appeared in the master's territory. It's very - very - scary!"

"So my master ordered me to scare the nearby residents and drive you away so that you can avoid danger!"

"What about your master?" Ivy asked curiously, "Is it a hag who likes humanoid creatures very much?"

"Your words seem to be describing 'a very fragrant piece of shit,'" Sera complained. "Even I know that most hags are misanthropes and are keen to see us corrupted and twisted!"

"No, my master is not a hag." Will-o'-the-wisps danced at the mouth of the well, "But my master was once as evil as a hag!"

"Ever?" Ron caught a key word.

Generally speaking, will-o'-the-wisps are the product of being imprisoned by black magic or dark destiny. Its alignment is fixed in evil, and most of its symbionts are hags, evil spirits, black dragons, cultists, etc. The so-called snakes That's pretty much what a nest of rats means.

But it says, ever?

"Yes!" The will-o'-the-wisp's voice seemed to admire its master very much, "The master of my family was once a very evil existence, and it was destined to be as evil as its predecessors!"

"I am also its evil and humble slave, wandering around, luring lizard-men and other creatures into its trap and becoming its feast. And I can also be by its side, taking away the last moments of the victims' struggles. Breathe in and enjoy the pleasure of the last light in their lives disappearing from their eyes.”

When the will-o'-the-wisp said this, a strong glow burst out from its empty eye sockets, which was enough to prove that what it said was true. Due to its evil nature, it really enjoyed those moments, and was willing and happy to work hard for the cause of its terrifying master.

Until that day...

"So, when did your master start to change?"

"Did he find his conscience? Enlightened? Or was it for some other special reasons?"

Ron just asked the first two casually. Evil is the nature, instinct, and even something necessary for survival for some creatures. Almost nothing will happen that will make these beings give up their nature and go ashore to do good.

Drivedo also followed Ron, and in fact his nature did not change much, but he restrained himself when cooperating with Ron.

"It has no conscience and no enlightenment!" the will-o'-the-wisp shouted, "It's because a canary flew into the jungle that day!"

"Canary?"

"The master wanted to eat it!"

"Then?"

"It was beaten up by the canary!"

"Huh?"

"Then it began to worship a silver side-dragon portrait, and after encountering that dangerous existence, it began to deal with it, and asked me to start making trouble with you in order to force you to leave here!"