Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"ah!"

In the real world, as Zandia's eyelids trembled faster and faster, her eyeballs turned more and more sensitively, and finally, with a vent-like exclamation, the centaur leader suddenly lifted off the blanket on her body and turned over.

Her body was still hot, and the high fever caused by the plague did not fade away immediately with its demise. But at this moment, Zandia's brain was clearer than ever before, and every scene in that dream, especially the last scene, was imprinted It is in her memory and cannot be forgotten no matter what.

"Zantia, you wake up!"

Sera, who had been watching the centaur leader nervously just now, suddenly clapped her hands with joy: "Ron, you are really a genius!"

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"You still need some extra practice on your grammar, Sera," Sylvia slapped her forehead, "That sounds like a 'genius who has been...'."

"As long as the meaning is in place!" Sera rushed forward and hugged Zandia nonchalantly, but the barbarian quickly jumped aside, "Well, it's so hot! So hot!"

"This is a normal phenomenon." When he saw Zandia wake up, the exhaustion pouring out from the depths of his soul made Ron unable to stay awake anymore. "Just take normal medicine and conditioning and it will be fine. Take the medicine as well." Give it to other patients. Pay attention to giving it to the horses first, and pick the rest first..."

Ron's body swayed, and he fell backwards with the final sound of the unfinished word. He was so tired. He had hardly slept in the past week and relied entirely on medicine to stay erect.

He needed to get some sleep, a good night's sleep...

"Ron!" Ivy was shocked and rushed up to hug him to prevent the fragile back of the head from hitting the hard ground of the temple. A rickety figure appeared next to the half-elf like a ghost, covered with hair. The bony fingers of warts and wrinkles reached under Ron's nose.

A snoring sound came from Ron, and the hag Polly curled her lips and retracted her hand: "Humph, he is very good, but he is too tired. Let him have a good sleep."

"Fortunately, this kid's mental power is already stronger than ordinary people, otherwise... hum."

The hag shook her head and called upon Bunnie and Lavinia to start distributing potions. Ron prepared quite a lot of potion, but because they were not very precise about the dosage, when there was only one horse left, the container holding the potion was still empty.

"Isn't this, isn't this broken?" Bunnie's heart trembled. The halfling priest raised his head and looked at the last centaur who was still unconscious. He was trembling slightly in his sleep, as if he had already died. He noticed that the god of death was getting closer to him, "What should I do? Do I want to wake Ron up?"

"If you plan to let him die in front of these people on the ground, I won't stop you," Polly sneered, "His heart is already fragile enough, he only needs a straw..."

"Actually, I think it's not a big deal to sacrifice one person. We have saved so many people..." Dreyfus shrugged. When he saw the people who were awake and recovered looking towards him, The goblin hunter immediately hid behind Exuri and bared his teeth at them, "What are you looking at? Am I wrong?"

"Is it possible that you are planning to let Ron die? There are still so many people lying here! Are you here to save them?"

"...He is right," Zandia's face looked a little ugly, but in silence, she still struggled to say these words, "under the plague, the dead... are normal."

The clansmen who turned into bones in the dream brought a huge psychological impact to her. If she didn't have to, she was really unwilling to give up this clan. But...what can we do?

For the sake of a tribesman, wake up Ron who is already overdrawn? And then watch other people here die? Die in your next dream? So what's the point?

"But, Zandia!" A man and horse staggered to the leader's side. The high fever made it difficult for him to see things far and near. He was already using all his strength to stand. "That's your clan brother. That's your clan brother." My nephew——"

"I know!" The centaur leader glanced at him, "So what?"

"So -" The centaur opened his mouth, and he couldn't... say the rest of the sentence.

"Okay, okay, are you guys confused by the fever? You just woke up!" Lavinia clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention to her, "Have you forgotten, There’s an alchemist here too!”

"Lavinia, you!" Priest Tymora's big eyes suddenly burst into light with hope, but soon it was extinguished again, "You...can't do it, right?"

"Buni! What are you talking about!" Lavinia raised her voice an octave higher, "I've been with the lord these days. Of course I can do it, and I can do it very well!"

"I know all the steps of preparing potions!"

"What's the use?" Hag Polly let out a weird laugh in her dry throat, "His arcane attainments are way ahead of you! Can you do it just because you know how to do it?"

"You can't even use all the spells you need!"

Lavinia gave the hag a strange look: "Polly, why do you think I can cast spells that are not necessary?"

"It's not obvious. Now Ron can at least cast dissociation level one spell, right? In order to achieve the best effect of the potion, of course he will -"

"It's not what you think, Polly," Gillianis, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke up, "The Lord's 'alchemy' is very different from what you know."

"My spells are exhausted, and it will take at least four hours to recover. During this time, you just trust Lavinia."

After that, Gillianis actually walked out directly.

"Just wait and see! I'll go get ready and come back in three hours!" Lavinia followed closely and also headed in the direction of the research institute, leaving a group of people and others on the ground looking at each other in bewilderment.

"This..." Some people and horses started to stir, while Zandia and other people chose to trust the ghostly halfling, sat down and rested, and waited quietly.

A few people and horses tried to chase out to see, but were blocked by Sylvia. Others didn't know, but as another arcane spellcaster beside Ron, the vampire knew some of Lavinia's abilities. Of course, she was more confident in Ron's skills.

"There are still several hours left before the final 'deadline', why are you in such a hurry?" The vampire snorted, "Even if you don't believe in Lavinia, you should at least have faith in the benefactor."

"Have you never seen or used his improved healing potion? There's no need to trouble the benefactor to make his own potion!" (End of this chapter)