Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Gah?"

The two kobolds opened their mouths stupidly, and then quickly became nervous.

"My lord! Do you mean to say that we are also sick?"

"How long can we survive?"

"I haven't laid eggs yet, ahhhh——"

Is this actually a female?

Facing the two kobolds who suddenly burst out of emotion, Ron wanted to speak several times but could not think of how to persuade them. It was not until he coughed twice that the two kobolds subconsciously closed their mouths that he sighed. He took a breath: "I didn't say that, I was just a little curious. Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

The body temperature of large lizards is generally a little lower than that of humans. Although it is not clear whether the same is true for kobolds, it should not be too different. After all, the overall body temperature of reptiles is not too high.

"For example, a fever?"

Ron pointed to the patient on the ground, and the two kobolds followed Ron's example and raised their hands to touch their foreheads.

"No." "Hiss...it's not hot."

They are responsible for transporting patients, so they naturally know what is going on with these people. However, their scales are cold and cold, and they don't feel that way at all. And if you look closely, they are not as thirsty as these patients, and they eat as usual. It tastes delicious.

"Could it be that it's because of different species?" Ron raised his eyebrows. He turned around to observe the patients. Humans were not the only ones among them. Elves, half-elves, dwarves, goblins and even dragonborn were also lying on the ground. If so, If this sudden plague depends on species, at least this dragonborn's condition should be slightly better.

But the fact is that only kobolds are still active here. These former tavern waiters have turned into caregivers, taking care of and transporting the wounded one after another.

However, it is also possible that there is a bias in the sample. After all, this is a tavern run by kobolds and used to house patients. It is normal for such a scene to occur.

"Where are they in the temple? How are Priest Buni and the others doing?" Ron continued to ask.

"Lord, there is no need to ask them, these two little guys don't know much."

Before the two kobolds could answer, an old voice came from the stairs.

Ron turned his head and looked around, only to see a kobold slowly walking down the steps that were too high for him, surrounded by three or four of its kind. When he came to Ron, he bowed skillfully, obviously he had already This isn't the first time I've done this.

Ron recognized him. He was Moro, one of the two Spark Shamans among the kobolds. Ron and he had had many interactions before. The shaman who entered the city had long given up the ordinary wooden stick and used a pine crutch instead. The rag strip tied to his head was also replaced by a whole red cloth strip.

It is wearing a small custom-made linen clothing, which looks quite decent. If it is in a dark environment, most people will probably mistake it for a dwarf child.

"Moro, you are here too," Ron nodded, "That's just right. What happened during the days when we were gone?"

"Molo was sent by the great Lord Exuri to take care of the sick here. As for..."

"As for the specific situation, I don't know," Spark Shaman sighed softly. "I only know that during a shock three days ago, some unknown aura seemed to flow out from the distant mountains. We have no way of knowing. I don’t know what that breath is, but I just know that all the drinking water and food were contaminated in a very short period of time, and even the air was not immune.”

"Although Lord Evander and Lord Constance, who are acting as agents for managing territorial affairs, immediately ordered food and drinking water control, the implementation of the order will still take some time. In such a short period of time, some residents were infected, and it was out of control. ”

"Under the command of Master Bunni, the priests immediately began to use magic to create emergency supplies of drinking water and food, and took out the stored food from the warehouse. But the strange thing is that these things were quickly contaminated after seeing the light of day. They had no choice but to Under this situation, everyone can only make and use what they have, but as a result, the progress of treatment is slowed down, and even many priests are infected..."

Spark Shaman is not a spellcaster who relies heavily on knowledge, and Moro's main strength is focused on fireball. He knows little about diseases and plagues. He hesitated and decided to relay the conclusions of others to him intact. Ron:

"According to the inferences of Lord Bunney and the Lavinia alchemist, this plague is most likely not an ordinary plague, but magic behind it. But as for what kind of magic it is, what is the medium, and the source is Where... they haven't figured it out yet."

Morrow looked at Ron with eyes full of hope. In his opinion, this Lord was the most powerful and wisest existence besides the great Exuri, and he must be able to save this land ravaged by natural disasters.

Although most of the kobolds did not have any problems, their fate had long been bound to the entire territory by Exuri. He and his tribesmen... could not accept it while sitting back and watching these residents be destroyed like this.

For a long time, stories passed down orally and engraved on murals have told the friction and conflicts between kobolds and other races. Now that they have finally made such a change, how can they give up so easily?

"As for us... I personally guess, ahem," Moro straightened his back, "We think it was the great Exuri who protected us. We have always bowed down under the wings of the great black dragon. Perhaps it is because of this that we have received such a blessing. Although the great Exuri himself is not sure whether it is really the case, but after thinking about it, it seems that there is only this answer."

"After all, he is also one of the beings that has not been attacked by the plague."

"He is also okay?" Ron's eyes lit up slightly, but soon dimmed.

Exuri is okay, there is no need to be so excited. As a real dragon, a powerful creature that can survive even if it eats dirt and drinks northwest wind, and an ultimate existence that can use magic items by swallowing them raw, it would be strange if it had something wrong.

But if it is said that it protected the dog-headed people... Ron was a little hesitant. If Exuri was an old dragon or even just an adult dragon, he would not be too surprised, but he was only nine years old at most! Can he really have such strength?

"So what method are you using to treat the patient now?" Ron couldn't help but speak faster. He needed to go somewhere else and find someone else to collect clues. Only in this way could he make a more accurate judgment.

"... Lord," Moro laughed dryly and shook his head, "No, no method. We are treating randomly."

"Here, please look, this is the herbal medicine we use. Basically, we use up all the stocks. Bet on which one works better..." (End of this chapter)