Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Gagawaa Tavern, this tavern mainly run by kobolds has long become one of the most popular buildings in the town. More than half a year since its establishment, a floor has been added above it, turning it into a three-story small There are two floors of cellars below. This is enough to show how prosperous his business is.

However, when Ron and others arrived here, their hearts sank again.

It still looks like it's bustling here, but... the people coming and going are not drinkers or travelers.

Stretchers came in and out one after another, carrying delusional residents who were moaning in pain.

"What's going on?" Ron hurriedly took two steps forward and stopped a stretcher. The stretcher was carried by four kobolds. The young man on the white cloth looked thin and looked like he had a high fever. He was unconscious, but even so, it was difficult for the two kobolds to carry him normally, and they had to double their manpower.

"Hoot! Yell! If you're not sick, don't be stuck here, go back!" The kobold in front was very dissatisfied with Ron's behavior, and immediately shouted in a common language with a weird tone, " We have Iceman here!”

"Wait!" Another kobold who was also in front raised his head and was shocked when he saw Ron's face clearly. He said to his companion who was still chattering next to him, "Look, it's Lord Ron!"

"The lord is back!"

"Send the patient in first." Ron turned sideways and let the other person go in first. Victoria stepped forward and wanted to cast a protective spell on Ron.

"Others, go to the hall to take a look first. I don't have enough spells to protect everyone." The priest frowned. She looked at the residents lying down in rows inside. She didn't understand what was causing this. This situation.

"You also go with them, but not to the hall, but to the temple to find Bunnie." Ron raised his hand to reject Victoria's spell, and took out a series of masks, gloves and other magic-made products from his alchemy backpack. He said, "I have prepared a supply for our whole team. The patients have been brought here. The temple must be overcrowded as well. Go and help."

"As for Miss Anastrina," Ron glanced at the mercenary, "I will give you a map. You can find a lair outside the city and stay there for a while."

"I can help too!" Annastrina saw such a scene along the way. How could she really give up as Ron said? "Lord, don't look at me like this, I -"

"I know," Ron interrupted, "but I don't have that many medical supplies right now, if something goes wrong with you..."

It was inappropriate to say this sentence too harshly or too gently. Ron simply stopped talking. After cleaning himself and putting on medical supplies, he looked worriedly at the crowd in the tavern.

With such a large number of people, there is no doubt that this is an infectious disease. But...why did it develop to this point?

Naturally, the medical and health conditions in New Green Marsh Town cannot be compared with the medical and health conditions in the previous life, but it also has its own unique advantages, that is, the clergy who master divine arts. Ron's here is not a rigid territory where superiors and inferiors have different paths. Civilians also have the ability to seek help from priests or obtain alchemy potions. With these things in place, common infectious diseases should be quickly eliminated.

Why did it develop to such an out-of-control situation?

"Lord, the Iceman has made arrangements!" The two kobolds who had just spoken to Ron came out. Seeing Ron's fully armed appearance, you couldn't help but look at me and I looked at you. "Sir, please don't go in!" "Don't go in!"

"We have a plague breaking out here!" "Plague!"

"Even many priests have been tricked!" "They've been tricked!"

"If you fall down too, we'll be done with it!" "We're done with it!"

Ron's face covered by the mask showed a strange look, and he looked confusedly at the kobold who kept repeating his companion's words: "When did this plague break out?"

"Just...two days ago?" The two kobolds looked at each other, and one of them said immediately.

"Three days ago!" the other corrected, but it also looked unsure.

"The first one was on the street. Suddenly he held his stomach and fell down!" The kobolds gestured and imitated what they heard from hearsay. "The weather has been abnormal recently, and the snow has melted away. Everyone said He drank unclean snow water!”

Ron's heart moved. They had just come out of an area full of spores and fungi, and they forgot that it was still winter outside. He ignored this situation.

Green Marsh Town suddenly entered spring early? No, if they thought about it carefully, they never saw a trace of snow on the way from the old banyan tree to the town.

How strange.

"At the beginning, several doctors diagnosed him and prescribed tincture, but before nightfall, several doctors were also lying on the ground. After the patient returned, his family and neighbors also All fall down!"

The kobold used a high-pitched and comical accent to describe what happened that made Ron's hair stand on end. As a half-comer, he has certainly seen those doctors. They are very different from the images of doctors in works that usually depict the Middle Ages. They wear heavy robes and coats, carry suitcases and lanterns, and wear pointed beak masks with beaks. Stuffed with herbs.

It's not very advanced, but in Ron's opinion, this should be enough. After all, they are just the first line of defense. The more versatile divine arts and alchemy potions will plug the gap after they fail.

But now it seems that they fell too quickly? At most, it's only been three days! In this world, what kind of plague can instantly make the doctor who just saw the patient fall and attack? They have always been prepared!

This is definitely not an ordinary plague, and it must be a heavy punch! Ron cheered up, walked into the tavern, and carefully approached each patient on the stretcher. Most of them had similar symptoms to the one he saw before: continuous high fever, and the resulting dehydration, convulsions and even coma.

"Forty-two degrees..." Ron took back the gloves that covered the forehead of a patient, feeling the scorching heat on it. The magic circle on the gloves used for temperature measurement was running, showing a temperature reading that he could understand. If such a high fever continues, hypoxia and ischemia are not the focus, but the damage to brain tissue, myocardium and liver is the highlight.

It's just... is it because of the different species?

Ron looked at the two dog-headed men who were following him nervously, as if they were ready to carry Ron, who was hit, on a stretcher at any time: "I'm a little curious, are you two okay running back and forth like this?" (End of this chapter)