Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Ron did not answer her immediately. Although Polly's words were not kind, her actions were actually explaining it. However, he did not quite understand what medicine was sold in this big pot.

"The medicine I boil is not for curing diseases, but for prolonging life," Polly seemed to see Ron's confusion. She did not look at Ron, but the eyeballs in the pot quickly turned, "These centaurs can't deal with this demonic plague, and I can't cure them."

"But I can use this pot of potion to delay their death for at least a week, during which time divine magic cannot take effect on them. After seven days, if you can't think of a way, then it is powerless to save the world, and no god in charge of the living and the dead can save them. This is the rule."

As the sinister and cunning voice of the witch spread, there was a sound of gasps all around.

"Polly...Auntie," Boonie asked cautiously, "How did you get such power?"

Although this witch didn't look very good, she suddenly appeared in the town the day after the plague broke out and participated in saving people. Boonie and the others still had a good impression of her.

Although most witches are creatures of the chaotic evil camp, according to Polly herself...

She doesn't act according to the general impression of outsiders and her usual style. Isn't this a manifestation of chaos? Using a short and limited seven days to exchange for the eternal death of creatures, isn't this an evil act?

"'Aunt'? This title has different meanings for a witch. I haven't reached that point yet, but... I'm almost there."

"When you live long enough, you will always have some strange powers, little girl," Polly said with a hoarse laugh, as if she meant something. She looked at Ron, "What about you? My noble lord, do you have any questions?"

"Don't wait until the old woman pours the medicine into their mouths before asking, because then the countdown will start!"

"Are these medicines only for centaurs, or are there others too?"

"Only centaurs," Polly stirred vigorously After a few sips of the liquid in the pot, "You can see that the others don't have such serious problems. When they are no longer able to survive, I can still make them again."

"In the meantime, if you want me to use my pot, that's fine, but you have to pay a little to rent it."

In Polly's opinion, the main reason Ron asked this was probably because he had a crush on his cauldron. It was of course a special magical item. With Ron's attainments in magic and potions, combined with her props, there might be a chance to make a suitable alchemical potion.

This is also the reason why she appeared here. If there was no medicine at all, she would be happy to watch these people perish.

"No, let's forget about this," Ron took a step back with some disdain, "And the magic plague you mentioned before, what does that mean?"

"It's a magic plague, you should have noticed it, right? This is not an ordinary plague," the witch shrugged, "otherwise, the centaurs should be one of the healthiest races here, and ordinary plagues are not so easy to knock down these big pieces of meat."

"As for the source, after all, I don't have a gathering now, so I can only get information from the few words of the prophecy: it seems to be caused by a powerful undead creature."

"In the past, it has been suppressing its own power and not allowing it to completely erode the entire delusion, but now it seems... no scruples."

Ron's head "buzzed", the witch didn't know the details, but he saw it with his own eyes!

"Black dragon lich!" Ron gritted his teeth, needless to say, this must be caused by the power of the dragon lich! And the reason is not that it has no scruples, but that it can't care so much!

Three days or so, it was about time for them to arrive at another hiding place of Gillianis and start exploring the revival fortress of the delusion planter! It seemed that since then, it had begun to make arrangements against Ron and others, and Gracia and the Queen of Fungi had probably also locked onto it from that time, forcing it to pay more attention to hiding its existence!

"It seems that you know something," the witch ignored Ron, she opened a dirty cloth bag and threw a new batch of strange herbs into the pot, "Then your work will surely be much easier, congratulations."

"I will brew the potion at midnight and then give it to them. The countdown starts from then, you must not forget it. One day later, your medicine will never save them again."

"Don't worry, I won't forget it," Ron nodded, "The last question: Will your potion conflict with other medicines?"

"No, it conflicts with magic There is no conflict - only divine arts are not allowed, because I have entered the temple of the gods, and this is the necessary price. "

"Either God saves or I save," the ghost Polly sneered indifferently, "You see, these guys are like this."

"I understand."

As Ron nodded, a white figure appeared beside Ron at the right time. It was Gillianis: "My Lord, I went back to the institute and brought some containers."

The moon elf controlled a box to float in the air. The box was not opened, and inside it were test tubes.

"I think you need them to collect..." The moon elf stopped talking because she saw that Ron had already reached out to her.

"Sorry, I need you to be my assistant for the next period of time - Lavinia, you come too."

"Me?" The halfling pointed at himself in surprise, "The witch said this is a magical plague, I don't think I-"

"You don't need to think, the main operation will be done by me, you just listen to my arrangements," Ron glanced at the dhampir mage who was eager to try, "Sylvia, I'm sorry, although I am happy to have your assistance, but you are more suitable here."

Dhampir does not need to breathe, and no matter what kind of infectious disease it is, air transmission is always an important way of transmission. Sylvia's chance of being infected is much smaller than that of others.

"I understand." Sylvia would not question Ron's decision and nodded immediately, and others were also assigned positions and positions by Bunny one after another to ensure that they could give each patient as much help as possible.

"Is there anything I need to do?" The moon elf asked, of course she was not referring to this kind of general duties, but specific matters. Although she has lived for a long, long time, she knows that she is not as good as Ron in this regard, "If it is just to help, I will choose to summon some magic pets and servants, so that I can't do it myself." (End of this chapter)