Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

Tymora does favor those mortals who are favored by her but do not really believe in her. This is one of the reasons why a large number of gamblers, adventurers and businessmen like to mention her name. However, she is not one of the most powerful gods, or even one of the most powerful gods. It is unlikely that she will take the initiative to observe changes in another distant corner of the world.

This unexpected gift actually comes from the prayers and "recommendations" of her priest, Bunny, in recent days. However, in Bunny's own opinion, it is obvious that Ron has won the attention of the goddess by himself.

There are so many believers of the Smiling Lady. How many of those priests who do stupid things every day and even seek death in the hope of winning the goddess' smile have received extra gifts?

This is the proof that Mr. Ron is favored by the goddess!

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Bunny raised her face and looked at Ron, who immediately began to put the theory into action, with some pride.

This is the goddess I serve! This is the lord I follow!

Ron, who had turned around to continue the experiment, did not see the pride on Bunny's face. For him, this gift from the goddess could not be said to be timely help, but at least it was icing on the cake. Although he had already relied on the efforts of several people to perfect the formula of the potion, now there were ready-made resources, why not use it to perfect it?

This god, who was known for his fickleness and love of joking, was different from his sister who was often accompanied by bad luck. He never held grudges or had malice. At this juncture, Ron believed that his gift was completely trustworthy and did not need to be as cautious as he was with Purgatory.

Moreover, these data were not something that could not be verified. A little testing would tell whether they were correct or even accurate. Even if the goddess of luck really played an inappropriate joke on him at this time, Ron would not make a fatal mistake because of this.

Fortunately, this minimal probability event did not happen. When Ron improved his results according to these data and tested them, everything was within expectations. The rest was to mass-produce the drugs and hand them over to every patient.

His territory is not that big, and there are not that many people in his territory. Moreover, due to the special source and nature of this "demon plague", he does not need to worry about them being infected again after this time. Industrial production is not necessary, and it can be done directly by a few spellcasters with extraordinary power.

It took only two or three days for the potion to be made and distributed. Under Ron's watch, the patients in the temple woke up from their coma one after another, and then those patients with milder symptoms who were arranged in the tavern, waiting for them will be a recovery period ranging from several days to several weeks.

This is determined by each person's physique, and Ron will not interfere with it with alchemical potions. Although as a lord, he hopes that the territory can be restored immediately, from a medical perspective, unnecessary medication will only harm long-term interests.

However, during this period, Ron noticed some special existences. These creatures joined his territory as ordinary people, but they were also attacked by the demon plague like ordinary people, and even - even the symptoms and treatment methods are similar!

I'm talking about those shapeshifters!

"Lord, I thought I'd never see you again, haha..."

When Ron walked in front of a shapeshifter that had just woken up, the shapeshifter smiled at him weakly. The shapeshifter tried to return to its usual mimicry, but ultimately failed.

But it didn't matter, Ron had already heard who the other person was.

"Jack?" Ron blinked. He was deeply impressed by this clever painter, and he also participated in the creation of special arrows later.

"I didn't expect you to be infected in this plague."

"Don't mention you. We didn't expect it either, but the Centaurs didn't..." Jack smiled bitterly, "In theory, our physique is stronger than that of ordinary creatures, and our resistance to different diseases is somewhat different from that of other races, so we didn't feel that we were infected at first, and even helped to take care of other patients."

"But the disease suddenly broke out in the evening of the second day, and the momentum was as rapid as that of others. We were defeated in an instant, and we had to be taken care of by the priests, alas."

Ron nodded slightly, and after asking for details, he figured out the reason why these shapeshifters were sick: the main source of this plague was the dragon lich, and the most dangerous part was of course magic, and in terms of resisting the power of a black dragon lich, shapeshifters had no advantage over other races.

The same is true for other races. Their talents are not enough to help them better survive this predicament. They may only accelerate their weakening due to various weaknesses like the Centaurs.

But even so...

After meeting almost all the patients, Ron's doubts not only did not decrease, but increased a lot.

But even so, some people would not be deceived as well, right?

But why have he never seen him and them since he came back? Nor did Bunny and Lavinia mention them?

Ron searched for the injured who had just recovered: Seymour, Constance, Evander, Andre, and even the hobgoblin Karad...

Where did Quest and Yelena go?

Escaped?

Yelena is a ruthless character who has changed her beliefs. If Ron said that she turned around and ran away when the situation was not good, there was nothing that he could not understand, but what about Quest?

He ran away, but left his own kind here to die? Then what was the point of his previous tossing?

Ron was puzzled. Just as he was about to disturb a few companions who were still recovering to ask for clarification, a wave suddenly came from the shadow under his feet.

"Hurry up! Yelena, close the door! I can't hold on for much longer!" Quest's familiar shout came from the other side of the shadow, accompanied by the sound of weapons colliding with each other.

"Don't rush, I'm already the fastest speed!" Yelena's voice mixed with some messy slang and swear words rang out, and followed a black shadow to Ron's side.

Not to mention that Ron hadn't recovered, even Gillianis didn't notice the sudden scene for a while. When she recovered and prepared to cast a spell to deal with it, the shadow under Ron's feet had returned to calm again, and the two tall humanoids were grateful for surviving the disaster. They were both injured and panting with a jar that looked heavy. One of them was a tiefling, and the other was naturally a shadow spirit.

"Hey! Guys!" Quest's voice rose with the jar in his hand, "Fortunately, we have fulfilled our mission! The Shadowfall Underworld really has a magical medicine that can effectively restrain this demonic plague! We brought it back!"

A tingling pain came from his arm, and the monk stared at the shadow spirit inexplicably, and then he saw the group of patients who had just recovered and were silently watching them.

"Uh, you, are you all okay?" (End of this chapter)