Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Ron didn't answer her immediately. Although Polly's words were not well-intentioned, her actions were clearly explaining what was going on. However... he didn't quite understand what was going on in this big pot.

"The medicine I brew is not for curing diseases, but for prolonging life." Polly seemed to see Ron's confusion. She didn't 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 potion to delay their death for at least a week, during which time divine magic will not be able to take effect on them. After seven days, if you still can't think of a solution, then it's hopeless, and no god in charge of the living or the dead can save them. That's the rule."

As the witch's sinister and cunning voice spread, people gasped all around.

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

Although this witch's appearance was not very satisfactory, she suddenly appeared in the town the day after the plague broke out and helped to rescue people. Bunny and the others still had a good impression of her.

Although most hags are chaotic evil creatures, according to Polly herself...

Isn't it a manifestation of chaos that she doesn't act according to the general impression of outsiders and her usual style? Isn't it an evil act to exchange the short and limited seven days for the eternal death of creatures?
"'Aunt'? This title can mean different things to a hag. I'm not at that stage yet, but... I'm getting there soon."

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

"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 the centaurs, or are there others too?"

"There are only people and horses," Polly stirred the liquid in the pot vigorously. "You can see that the others don't have such serious problems. When they can't bear it anymore, I can still cook them again."

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

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

This is why she is here. If there is no cure, she will be happy to see these people destroyed.

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

"It's a magical plague. You should have noticed it, right? This is not an ordinary plague," the hag shrugged. "Otherwise, centaurs should be one of the healthiest races here. Ordinary plagues cannot easily defeat these big pieces of meat."

"As for the source, I'm not at a gathering right now, so I can only get information from the few words in the prophecy: it seems to be caused by a powerful undead creature."

"In the past, it has been suppressing its own power to prevent it from completely eroding the entire delusion land, but now it seems... it has 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! The reason was not that it had no scruples, but that it could not care so much!

Three days or so was the time when they arrived at another hiding place of Gillianis and began to explore the Revival Fortress of Delusion Planting! It seemed that since then, it had begun to make arrangements against Ron and others, and Gracia and the Fungus Queen had probably also locked onto it since then, forcing it to pay more attention to hiding its existence!

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

"I will brew the potion at midnight and give it to them. The countdown starts from then. Don't forget it. If you delay for one day, your medicine will no longer be able to save them."

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

"No, it doesn't conflict with magic - the only thing that doesn't work is divine magic, because I have entered the temple of the gods, and this is the necessary price."

"Either God saves them, or I save them," said the witch Polly, sneering indifferently. "You see, that's what these guys are like."

"understood."

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

The moon elf controlled a box that was suspended in the air. The box was unopened, 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 stretched out his hand to her.

"Excuse me, but 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 hag said it was a magical plague. I don't think I—"

"You don't have to think about it. I will do the main operations. Just follow my instructions." Ron glanced at the vampire mage who was eager to try. "Sylvia, I'm sorry. Although I am happy to have your assistance, you are more suitable here."

Dhampir people don't need to breathe, and no matter what kind of infectious disease it is, airborne transmission is always an important mode of transmission. Sylvia's chance of being infected is much smaller than that of others.

"I understand." Sylvia did not question Ron's decision and nodded immediately. The others were also assigned positions and posts by Bunny to ensure that every patient could be given enough help as much as possible.

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