Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 60 The Master and His Enemies
To be honest, Ron heard it all clearly in the will-o'-the-wisp's narration, but that was the case.

The only thing that can be confirmed is its last sentence: the side portrait of the silver dragon is generally considered to be the holy emblem of the platinum dragon king Bahamut. So an involuntary and originally evil being suddenly began to worship it. The only possibility is that the owner behind this will-o'-the-wisp is also a dragon.

And it is most likely a colorful dragon.

Colorful dragons live in swamps. Among the five-colored true dragons, there is one type that meets this standard: the black dragon.

The most violent and vile of the chromatic dragons, black dragons gather up the remains of the fallen along with their treasures. They hate to see the weak prosper, and they delight in the fall of humanoid kingdoms. They find the fetid swamps and rubble of fallen kingdoms to be their ideal home.

Of course, the above are all stereotypes of black dragons. Ron doesn’t know what kind of existence the black dragon is after being beaten by the "Canary" and then converted.

But no matter what, they are their neighbors, and it is reasonable for them to visit them.

"Then why do you keep shouting for help in the daytime? Do you hope to get rid of your master?"

"I don't know!" Will-O-Ghost said confidently, "I just wanted to scare you and keep you away from the well! Who knew you could do necromancy!"

"Well, can you take us to meet your master? This should be your former job, right?"

"No," Will-O-Wisp flatly refused, "My current mission is to drive you away, not to lead you."

Ron looked behind him. In those seemingly quiet houses, the villagers had all gone to sleep. Would they be forced to wander again after finally settling down?
Ron was very lazy. When avoiding a problem was too much trouble, it would be better to solve it.

"Your master must not want his enemies to harm innocent people, right?" Ron persuaded. "That happens to be our goal as well."

"And as long as we kill your master's enemy, no one will get hurt, right? Think about it carefully."

Will-O-Wisp fell silent, and spoke again after a long while: "I'm not sure whether this is right or wrong..."

"Okay, I'll take you to the Master's lair!"

"But you have to follow me closely. My master's lair is in a very deep place—"

After instructing Andre to take good care of the village, Ron and his companions got ready and followed the will-o'-the-wisp out of the village.

Will-O-Wisp usually seldom spoke, but this one was a chatterbox, so Ron was more inclined to believe that what the other person said was true.

In the middle of the night, darkness enveloped the swamp and forest, like a hungry beast devouring everything. The quagmire and the land were lifeless, and the grass and trees were almost submerged in the swamp, crawling on the ground. There were no human traces or lights here, only the night wind whistling through the forest and the branches of the trees waving their arms like ghosts. The dense and thick forests and the unfathomable swamps hide all kinds of mysterious things.

Thick clouds hung in the sky, holding a full moon, like a dim eye, watching the land. In the endless darkness, an inexplicable fear always seeped out from various corners, covering everyone.

"I keep feeling like something is going to attack us," Sera spat on her hand so that she could hold the double-edged axe firmly, "If I stay in this environment for a few days, I will definitely go crazy!"

"An interesting topic," Ivy suddenly thought of something and couldn't help laughing, "After a violent barbarian goes crazy, will he become normal?" "Then I have a question," Sera curled her lips, "What kind of offspring will be born when two half-elves combine, a pure-blooded human and a pure-blooded elf?"

"You are challenging the bottom line of half-elves!" Ivy pretended to be angry.

"You guys are so noisy!" Will-O-Wisp shouted from the front, "We have a long way to go, can you guys be a little quieter?"

After three whole nights, Ron and his companions, guided by the will-o'-the-wisp, even walked out of the map that the goblin hunters had already explored. Everything before their eyes became more weird, twisted and unfamiliar.

"Honestly, I'm beginning to think that this adventure is not a good idea." Victoria walked beside Ron and whispered.

“We know almost nothing about this place.”

"If you were closer, my master wouldn't have bothered to let me drive you away!" the will-o'-the-wisp shouted, "Because you are no match for that monster!"

"See? We're here, right there!"

The will-o'-the-wisp turned into a stream of light and suddenly floated to the back of a slope that looked no different from the surrounding terrain: "That's it!"

"Is this... a ruin?"

When Ron and his companions quickened their pace and rushed over, they were shocked by the scene before them. None of them had expected that in the depths of this fantasy land, in this barren land with bad waters and poor mountains, there would actually be a ruin of a settlement!
In the ruins, the ancient streets are in pieces, and the former shops are only black and gray smoke and broken walls. All traces of past life have been weathered and buried in the dust of history.

In the middle of the deserted square, a huge, strange building made of dry mud and ruins was the lair of the owner of the will-o'-the-wisp. In the dim sky, the will-o'-the-wisp stopped, and with the light of its own fire, Ron and his companions finally saw its "reformed" owner.

This terrifying creature is about five meters long, one meter wide, and about one and a half meters tall, about the same size as Driver.

Its skull has deep eye sockets and prominent open nostrils, giving it a skeleton-like appearance. Its horns are curved and segmented, bone-white near the base and darkening toward the tip until they become a dead black. Its flat tongue forks at the end, and its sticky, acidic drool intensifies its stench of rotting vegetation and sewage.

All this confirmed the identity of the owner of these features: it was indeed a black dragon, but it did not appear to be an adult yet.

At this moment, it had its mouth half-open, its tongue sticking out, and a low roar coming from its throat, as if it was warning some creature not to get close, or as if it was preparing for an upcoming attack - and the targets of these actions were not Ron and the others.

The Dancing Lights spell appeared in Ron's hands. Only at this moment did they see clearly the enemy of the black dragon, an even darker creature.

"Fuck, Swampmaw!"

Ron swore for the first time since coming into this world.

Happy New Year~
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(End of this chapter)