Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"By the way, regarding the law I implemented during the winter, how is the response below? Do you have any louder opinions?" Ron asked, looking at the snow-covered jungle in the distance.

"I don't know anything else, I don't feel anything, but your health system -" the villager grinned and extended a thumbs up.

"Okay! I have nothing else to say other than that!"

"In the past, winter was the most dangerous season. The elderly and children could easily die in the cold weather. In fact, those who froze to death directly were only a minority among the minority, and most of them were due to illness in this cold weather. , there is no cure, and finally... Hey! How could any doctor be willing to stay in the village in the cold weather? Even in a small town like Fromm, there are not many doctors!"

"I still remember it was the winter five years ago. The sister-in-law next door to me gave birth in late autumn. As a result, that winter was colder than usual..."

Ron couldn't help but shook his head slightly as he listened to the villagers recalling their sorrows and sweet memories. That kind of miserable situation in the cold winter is unavoidable no matter what world you are in, but fortunately, he has some strategies to deal with it.

If you haven't eaten pork, you've always seen pigs running away. Ron plans to see if he can get some thermal insulation materials this year and lay them on the exterior walls of each house. This should reduce the burden on the residents and doctors.

In the past two months, there have been too many people who have fallen ill, and most of them were colds caused by wind and cold. Even if Ron ordered the militia guards to collectively cut trees to alleviate the firewood shortage problem in civilian homes, it still could not change everyone. The high-intensity workload of doctors every day has only gotten better in the past two days.

Ever since the winter that the villagers said five years ago, every winter has been "colder than previous years", so this winter is naturally "the coldest one". However, this winter, most of the residents have left their former homes. That little home is here.

Of course, this is not necessarily a bad thing. According to Ron's recollection, the buildings he saw at that time may not be warmer than the houses here. After all, the abilities of the villagers are limited, and do they have people here who specialize in this? The warlock comes to help.

Now that Miss Anne has entered the rest stage, she basically spends her days in the warm bed of the fireplace and dining room. Ron even doubts whether she is the same person during the construction period as she is now.

"Lord," the villager looked at Ron who was a little distracted and called out, "Well, there is something that I wonder if you have heard about."

"Something to do with orcs."

"The Split Tooth Tribe?" Ron raised an eyebrow, "Are they harassing you? I remember that I should have allocated special relief funds to them."

"No, it's not them," the villagers laughed quickly. "The Split Tooth tribe are all good orcs. They are all good hunters. Even in such a cold weather, they can always catch more prey, and they can also compete with us. Trading is no big deal except sometimes getting drunk and lying in a snowdrift.”

Ron was a little suspicious of his ears. As far as he knew, this behavior was almost the same as licking the iron railings, but he seemed to have not received any related death reports.

"Generally speaking, we carry them into the house as soon as we see them. How can we let them sleep outside?" The villagers saw Ron's doubts. "It's just that they woke up with vomiting and diarrhea. Really..."

This man had probably done similar good deeds, and he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose when he said this.

"I will ask their priests to restrain them as much as possible - but you just said it has nothing to do with the Split Tooth Tribe."

"Oh, yes! This is what I heard from my relatives in Fromm Town. Several groups of orcs migrated from the north. I heard they were making quite a fuss. They were robbing things and beating people. They were still in the town. There are a lot of outposts built outside, which makes Mayor Victor very worried. "

"Lord, I'm a little worried. If the winter is longer than in previous years, will those bad guys..." The villager didn't say the second half of the sentence, but just winked and gestured at Ron.

"This is a problem, but don't worry, it's just the words of the orcs, I'm still confident that I can save my territory from them - let's do this, after we go back, I will write a letter to Mayor Victor and send it, Let’s see if he has any ideas.”

The villagers expressed their gratitude to Ron repeatedly. These villages were located between the trading post and Green Swamp Town. If orcs really came to plunder, they would definitely be the first to suffer, so they couldn't help but feel nervous.

After finishing his inspection of the fields, Ron looked up at the sky. After chanting a spell, his figure became illusory and he stepped into another dimension.

Etheric aspect.

As Ron stepped in, the surrounding images became soft and blurred, and the colors and edges of objects became blurred. When Ron observed the outside world from here, it seemed as if he was looking through a distorted fogged glass. , and the visibility also dropped to less than twenty meters. This is the etheric border, the "shore" that is separated from the deep layers of the etheric plane. It is also one of the favorite routes for some travelers.

Ron is also one of them. After eight hours of trekking in the outside material world, it is difficult for him to return to Green Swamp Town in time, but here he has the opportunity to do so by calling his mount.

A series of hazy figures walking on four legs gradually appeared at the edge of Ron's vision. With the sound of barking in his ears, the huge bodies and human heads of the monsters appeared in front of Ron. In the etheric plane, these night hounds have larger bodies and stronger powers, and are not restricted by night and day. The only thing that is the same as outside is that they are still Sylvia's magic pets and subordinates. In the absence of adventure missions, the vampires ordered them to carry out activities with Ron as the center. Ron also felt at ease to use these one-person-high big guys as mounts when he went out, traveling back and forth between Green Swamp Town and other locations in the territory.

Riding a big dog with a human head is somewhat strange, but this is the etheric plane, and the visibility at the edge is only 20 meters. Ron does not need to worry about face problems at all. After stroking the first night hound that arrived, Ron let his body float in the air like a walk, and after taking two steps, he landed steadily on the hound's back.

The etheric plane does not follow gravity, and the creatures in it can move freely up and down like walking, which is one of the reasons why Ron likes to move through here.

As Ron pointed forward, the hounds immediately understood and ran forward like crazy. The destination was the Green Swamp Town in the material plane. At their speed, eight hours was enough for Ron to return to his residence, and he didn't have to endure the cold outside or exhaust his body.

He could even meditate and take a nap... Wait, what is that?

Ron was about to close his eyelids, and his eyes opened again with a panicked barking of the hounds. A black columnar object like a snake appeared at the edge of Ron's vision without warning, and the hounds were desperately trying to escape its influence! (End of this chapter)