Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

The Gagawawa Tavern, which is mainly run by dog-headed people, has long been one of the most popular buildings in the town. Since its establishment more than half a year ago, it has added another floor to become a three-story building, and there are two cellars below. This is enough to show how popular its business is.

However, when Ron and others arrived here, they couldn't help but feel depressed.

It still looks bustling here, but... the people coming and going are not drinkers or travelers.

Stretchers were coming in and out, carrying the residents of the delusional land who were groaning in pain.

"What's going on?" Ron hurriedly took two steps forward and stopped a stretcher that was being carried by four kobolds. The young man on the white cloth looked thin and seemed to have a high fever and was unconscious. But even so, it was difficult for two kobolds to carry him normally, so they had to double the number of people.

"Yell! Yell! Don't block here if you're not sick, go back!" The kobold in front was very dissatisfied with Ron's behavior, and immediately shouted in a strange tone of the common language, "We have an ice man here!"

"Wait!" Another kobold in the front raised his head and was shocked when he saw Ron's face. He said to his companion who was still chattering beside him, "Look, it's Lord Ron!"

"The Lord is back!"

"Let's send the patient in first." Ron turned sideways to let the other person go in first. Victoria walked forward quickly and wanted to cast a protective spell on Ron.

"Others, go check out the hall first. I don't have enough spells to protect everyone." The priest frowned as she looked at the residents lying in rows inside, not understanding what caused this situation.

"You go with them, but not to the hall, but to the temple to find Bonnie," Ron raised his hand to reject Victoria's spell, and took out masks, gloves and other magical medical supplies from his alchemy backpack, "I have prepared enough for our entire team. The patients have been brought here, and the temple must be overcrowded. Go and help."

"As for Miss Anastasia," Ron glanced at the mercenary, "I'll give you a map. Go find a nest outside the city and stay there for a while."

"I can help too!" Anastasia saw this scene along the way. How could she just sit there and do nothing as Ron said? "My Lord, please don't look at me like this. I--"

"I know," Ron interrupted her, "but I don't have that many medical supplies right now. If something happens to you..."

This sentence was neither too harsh nor too gentle, so Ron simply stopped talking. After cleaning himself and putting on medical supplies, he looked worriedly at the people in the pub.

With so many people, it is most likely an infectious disease. But... why did it develop to this point?

The medical and health conditions in New Green Swamp Town naturally cannot be compared with those in the previous life, but it also has its own unique advantages, that is, the clergy who master divine arts. Ron's place is not a rigid territory with different paths for the noble and the humble. Civilians are also able to seek help from the priests or obtain alchemical potions. With these, common infectious diseases should be eliminated quickly.

Why did it get so out of control?

"My Lord, the Iceman has been arranged!" The two dog-headed men who had just spoken to Ron came out. Seeing Ron dressed in full armor, they couldn't help but look at each other, "My Lord, please don't go in!" "Don't go in!" "There's a plague here!" "Plague!"

“Even many priests have been infected!” “Even many priests have been infected!”

"If you fall down, we're done for!" "It's over!"

Ron's face, which was covered by a mask, showed a strange look. He looked at the dog-headed man who kept repeating his companion's words in confusion: "When did this plague break out?"

"Just... two days ago?" The two kobolds looked at each other, and one of them said immediately.

"Three days ago!" corrected the other, but it also looked unsure.

"The first one was on the street. He suddenly collapsed, holding his stomach!" The dog-headed man gestured, imitating what they had heard from others. "The weather has been abnormal recently, and the snow has melted away. Everyone said he drank unclean snow water!"

Ron's heart moved. They had just come out of an area full of spores and fungi, and they forgot that it was still winter outside. He ignored this situation.

Did Green Swamp Town suddenly enter spring early? No, if they thought about it carefully, they had not seen a single drop of snow and water along the way from the old banyan tree to the town.

It’s weird.

"Initially, several doctors diagnosed him and prescribed tinctures, but before nightfall, the doctors were lying on the ground. After the patient went home, his family and neighbors all fell down too!"

The dog-headed man described the events that made Ron shudder in a shrill and funny tone. As a half-colleague, he had certainly seen those doctors, and the image of doctors in medieval works was similar, wearing heavy robes and coats, carrying suitcases and lanterns, and wearing pointy bird-beak masks with herbal stuffing in the beak.

It wasn't very advanced, but in Ron's opinion it should be enough. After all, they were only the first line of defense, and more versatile divine arts and alchemical potions would plug the gap after they failed.

But now it seems that they fell too quickly. It has only been three days! In this world, what kind of plague can instantly make a doctor who has just seen a patient fall ill and have an attack? They must have been prepared!

This is definitely not an ordinary plague, we must strike hard! Ron pulled himself together, stepped into the tavern, and carefully approached each patient on a stretcher. Most of them had symptoms similar to the one he had seen before: persistent high fever, and the resulting dehydration, convulsions, and even coma.

"Forty-two degrees..." Ron took back the glove covering the forehead of a patient and felt the scorching heat. The temperature measurement array on the glove was running, showing a temperature reading that he could understand. If such a high fever continued, hypoxia and ischemia would not be the main problem, but damage to brain tissue, myocardium and liver would be the main problem.

Just...is it because of the different species?
Ron looked at the two kobolds who were following him nervously, as if ready to carry Ron, who had been hit, onto a stretcher at any time: "I'm a little curious, are you two okay running back and forth like this?" (End of this chapter)