Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 189 The Wise Man in the Village

Although for most creatures on the material plane, the division of camp positions is not so strict: an old-fashioned gentleman who is law-abiding and conservative may also do unreasonable things out of curiosity, and a ruthless criminal may generously give a handful of gold coins to a beggar on the street.

Ron often tends to be kind to others, but this does not stop him from picking up Faber's carving knife.

But alignment does have power, especially for creatures who have faith or live by faith. An angel will lose the protection of heaven if he falls, and a succubus will suffer torture for trying to become a good person.

When the bloodthirsty Babu Demons belonging to the Chaos Camp suddenly became less "chaotic", their power naturally could no longer be at its peak - it was obvious that they were not as lucky and powerful as Zariel, who was able to receive protection and shelter from another being after betraying his camp.

"Tell me the location of your village and the layout of the surrounding checkpoints." The villager who was in a trap could not answer more questions from Ron and the others. After asking about the location of the village and the layout of the surrounding guards, they let this villager who lived and died in a confusion rest in peace.

"It seems that we have to find the 'wise man' to get further answers," Constance said, "I hope he can be more talkative."

"You're overthinking it. It's most likely a demon. How could it be so easy to talk to?" Ivy snorted. "The trouble is, we can't kill it. We have to keep it alive."

"Why? If we just kill it, won't the illusion it created be resolved?" Sera was confused. "We can just ask the villagers who have woken up."

"Let's take a step back and say, what do you think a group of ordinary people know? They are no longer the generation that experienced the fall of the kingdom firsthand," Sylvia said helplessly, "and that demon was able to lay such a huge net, so killing it definitely can't solve the problem."

"If we banish it back to the abyss but the effect is not removed, what should we do next? Burn the entire village to the ground?"

The vampire didn't have much resistance to this, even she thought it was too extreme - and besides, her benefactor Ron would not agree.

"Can you tell me how you came up with this solution?" Victoria looked at her speechlessly, "Most people wouldn't have this idea!"

"That's nonsense," Driver said, "I just thought so too!"

Although Ron and others had learned the location and layout of the village from the corpses, the information obtained from the dead's conversation was too fragmented. When they were able to see the fire in the village, the sentries on duty also discovered them at the same time.

"Demons are invading!"

Although they already knew that neither the demons nor the humans here were normal, these words coming from the mouth of a bloated coward still made Ron and the others feel an indescribable malice.

The world has changed, even the devils call humans devils!

The huge bronze bell on the watchtower was struck vigorously, and soon all the strong laborers in the village, along with several demons, rushed out, holding torches, scimitars and spears, and surrounded Ron and others in the center.

"My benefactor, I really have a hard time holding back my laughter. These babu demons holding torches clearly have the ability to see clearly in the dark, but they themselves don't seem to realize this at all."

Sylvia moved closer to Ron, but when she tried to lean on his shoulder, the half-elf warrior took a step back unnoticeably and pushed the dhampir aside.

"Demons!" A middle-aged man in the lead held a wooden stick and glared at Ron and others with gritted teeth, "You destroyed our kingdom and trampled on our city, but you are still not satisfied. Do you want to kill all the descendants of the Kingdom of Faramar!" "Then come on! We will never surrender. You will never be able to completely occupy Faramar until the last drop of blood is shed!"

He seemed to have a very high prestige in the village. After his impassioned speech, even the weakest cowards were encouraged.

"We are not demons. We are here to help you!" Constance tried to convince them, even though it was in vain. "On the contrary, the demon is among you. Can't you see the short guy next to you? He is a demon!"

"And that tall, skinny guy with the spear!"

"What nonsense!" the man was furious. "Jerry and Pravin have been my good friends for many years. We grew up together! How dare you talk nonsense like that?!"

"Everyone, let's go together and wipe out this small group of demons. Don't let any of them get away!"

“Okay, that’s great!” Sera sneered and took the Canglanzhi in her hand. “Stop whining and whining. When I send them all down into the abyss, you will naturally know who is right and who is wrong—come on!”

"Let's kill this Balor demon first!" A Babu demon shouted and rushed over with several young human villagers.

Ron: ...If Sera is really the Balrog, you wouldn't even have ashes left! How dare you?!

"Get ready," Ron raised his hand and threw out a freezing ray, "If we don't defeat them, we may never see that 'wise man' again!"

Just when these humans and demons were bound to fight for their homes, a long sigh sounded from the depths of the village.

"George, stop, they are not the enemy."

"What—" The middle-aged man was stunned, "How is it possible? They are demons—"

"That is their appearance. Only in this way can they pass through the outside world and come to us," the mysterious voice said calmly. "Remember those pilgrims? If they were not disguised, they would inevitably be regarded as prey and hunted down by the demons."

"Let them in. I think they have something to talk to me about."

"This..." The middle-aged man showed a struggling look. In his eyes, these foreign invaders looked uglier than each other, and they exuded an evil aura. How could this be a disguise?
However, the one who spoke was a wise man, an elder who had survived the catastrophe. He had eaten more salt than he had seen wheat. He, his father, his grandfather, his great-grandfather, and even his great-great-grandfather had all grown up under the wise man's watch. His words were the supreme authority in the village.

He has protected us for hundreds of years. Would he harm us?

"Well, since the old man has spoken," George sighed, waved his hand and ordered "Jerry" and "Palaven" and others to step aside and make way for the village entrance, "Go in and meet him."

"But don't forget, I'll be watching you!"

(End of this chapter)