"Koke, Popole, you two actually brought strangers to our village casually. Have you forgotten that the plague is spreading in the village?" An adult goblin emerged from behind a huge rock, blocked our group's way, glanced at us a few times, and said to the two brothers and sisters a little annoyed, "And you actually left the village privately, must be going to secretly mine. Stop talking about anything else, go with me to the patriarch's place."

The two little guys glanced at me uneasy, both lowering their heads and not daring to speak. I looked down at the goblin guard named Jincuba. He was wearing a brown wild boar leather armor, with a sharp short-handled battle axe inserted between his waist and his head, and a helmet with boar teeth inlaid with wild boar teeth. I understood that for Snyder, whose family and country were destroyed by the wild boar people, this goblin guard was actually wearing wild boar skin equipment, which of course made them unbelievable.

"Brave warriors, please forgive us for being aware of our admonition. These two children went to mining privately out of helplessness. For their sake, you should forgive their behavior." Snyder took two steps forward, bowed down to Kim Cuba, and said politely.

"You are..." Jin Cuba had long noticed these uninvited guests covered with scars and clothes. When he saw one-eyed Snyder speaking to him on his own initiative, he also greeted him and said, "What are you?"

Snyder turned to his side and said, "We are residents of the Kufeng Valley tribe on the east side. We were deposed as slaves because the village was occupied by a group of wild boar robbers who suddenly came. We finally escaped. So far, many compatriots have been locked in mines by wild boars and mined copper and iron ore for them." He said sadly, and the goblins behind him were twisted in facial features, fully showing a painful expression of the country and the family, fully confirming the authenticity of Snyder's words.

"And this one..." Snyder glanced at me, raised his finger, and said respectfully: "It is the greatest warrior. He is alone. He rescues us from the boar's hooves."

"Yes, he said there is a way to solve the plague problem in our village, so I brought them back." Popol kept winking at the side of Kokoel and said loudly.

"Sharp, great warrior, are you really capable of eliminating the plague in our village?" Jin Cuba was stunned when he heard this, and then rushed forward, holding my shoulders with both hands, and said excitedly.

"I don't know whether it can be eliminated yet. At least I need to understand the occurrence and spread of the plague, right?" I waved my hand and smiled. Now we can't speak too much, what if even Mr. Hua is helpless, or he doesn't want to come here.

"No matter whether you have that ability or not, there is at least a glimmer of hope for us, Hannabisi. I will take you to meet our patriarch." When Jin Cuba heard the news, he seemed to have forgotten the two little guys' mining privately, and quickly turned around and said.

Along the way, the floor made of rocks was repaired very flat, and the marks left by the chisel were arranged in a regular manner. The colors were dark and shallow, forming neatly interlaced square patterns. From the entrance steps to the throne of the clan leader, a scarlet carpet with gold edges was paved flat, and the carpet was dotted with countless colorful and fine gems, fully demonstrating the unique majesty and respectful status here.

"I'm glad to know you, respectful Warriors." The goblin elder Dip Shadong, who had been informed, sat in his seat and nodded politely at me.

Dip Shadong followed the goblin guards who were on both sides and left. Obviously, he wanted to talk to me alone, and the one-eyed Snyder and his group were also taken down to settle. When only two of me and him were left in the hall, his face that had always been smiling as if he had always been wishful, suddenly changed. Dip Shadong said with concern: "As a member of the goblin race, I am very grateful to you for rescuing the brothers of other tribes from the barbaric boars, but it may not be a good thing for them to bring them here."

"Why, is it because of the plague?" I said, "Didn't I say that, maybe I can find a way to cure the illness of your tribe, so you can rest assured."

"Ah..." Elder Deepshadon sighed long and said in a low voice: "It's too late. Hannabissi is destined to escape this disaster, because the road to the outside world has been completely blocked."

I smiled disapprovingly. Since I can come once, I can come again. And I have a stone back to the city, leaving here is not difficult.

But Elder Dip Shadong seemed to have seen through my thoughts and said with a wry smile: "I know you have magical magic stones that can be teleported, so I believe you will be able to leave safely. But after leaving, you will not be able to return here. Because I have ordered that the tunnel in the mine be completely sealed."

I was so dizzy that the road was blocked. Even if I could teleport from Perfect Severta to the door of Pierre's cottage, would I have to dig a new passage and drill it? What time would it take? Why did Dipshadon make such a decision? Don't he want to save his tribe? I looked at the elder suspiciously, wanting to speak but stopping.

Elder Dipshadon stood up from his seat, took a small step, slowly walked down the steps, and dragged his feathered robe to the ground, making a rustling sound. When he walked to me, he looked up at me a few times, and then said, "When our best pharmacy master, Hapas, had no way to find out the source of the plague and cure the plague, and he was also infected with the plague, I knew that this plague was a disaster brought by heaven, and no one could escape it. Moreover, in order not to spread the plague, I had sent my subordinates to block all the intersections leading to the outside world, but the villagers didn't know about it."

"But..." As soon as I was about to speak, Elder Dipshadong waved his hand at me, interrupted me and continued, "The death of every tribe in the village will cause me a lot of pain. The reason I did this is entirely because I don't want the plague to spread out to endanger innocent lives." He turned around and said excitedly: "I could have escaped with the goblins who have not yet been infected, but I believe that our tribes are unwilling to be separated from their relatives. So I chose everyone to die here together. Perhaps this is God's will."

What else can I say about such a patriarch? The system can create such a humanized NPC, which is considered a great b. Not only does he care about his own tribe, he tolerate all creatures outside, but I regard him as stupid as closing all retreats, because I believe that no matter how difficult the situation is, I should not give up hope. However, his spirit of giving up the ego and preserving the self makes me sincerely admire him.

I said. People should not give up hope in any adversity, so even though the leader of the Deep Shadong tribe has made up his mind to die, I will not give up the treatment of these goblins because of this. At worst, I would not go back first and directly tell Mr. Hua about the condition to Mr. Hua and let him think of a solution. But in terms of medicinal materials... don't care about it for now, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and man will definitely defeat nature.

"Although you said that, I still say the same thing. I will try my best to help you. Please allow me to see those patients now, can I be cured?" Before the Yellow River's heart was still undead, and it was time to give up, of course I still have to fight for it. If this is an impossible task, why would the system let me discover it?

"Well, since you insist so much..." Dipshadong slowly walked back to the throne and said weakly: "In order to avoid the spread of the plague, I will concentrate all the patients to the north of the village. You will know if you ask Jincuba. But I advise you not to report too much hope, because the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment."

I nodded and turned around to say goodbye. When I just walked to the entrance of the cave, Dipshadong called me loudly and added: "Please don't tell the villagers about the intersection that I blocked the intersection, and leave them the last glimmer of hope."

I didn't say anything, nor did I look back, but just walked out. How could Dip Shadong's last sentence meant that he wanted to leave a glimmer of hope for himself? I can see that if Hannabis really died because of this plague, he must be the most heartbreaking one.

Under the guidance of Jin and Cuba, I quickly found the patient concentration camp, which was a newly opened cave on the mountain wall. The door was guarded by more than a dozen goblin guards, probably to prevent the patients inside from running out. I shook my head. Since ancient times, when dealing with plague, this is how it is handled in all parts of the earth. I believe that the patients inside must have lived a life worse than death.

When I showed the token given to me by Jin Cuba and entered the cave, I was surprised to find that Elder Dipshadong treated these patients quite humanely. The air circulation here is very good, and the ground is cleaned very clean. There are also many loyal volunteers taking turns to take care of the patients, which can be said to be very thorough. Through inquiry, I learned that all goblins who enter here cannot go out, so all the volunteers come in with the belief that they will die.

Here I also saw the mother of Keke and Popole. Because the incident of the brother and sister mining and medicine were exposed, the goblins in the village discovered that a patient had been missed, so they immediately sent her in. Looking at the skinny mother, who was still muttering about her children, I couldn't help but feel sad. My parents haven't seen me for a long time, do you miss me?

When he asked a volunteer sanitator beside him where the pharmacist Hapas was, the goblin showed a sad expression on his face, raised his right hand, and pointed weakly into the deepest part of the cave.

Why is this guy so strange? Could it be that the guy named Hapas is dead? If that is not easy to deal with. Because I have to ask about the source of the plague, I believe that asking him should be the best choice. I walked up and down in my heart towards the direction of the volunteer's fingers. It was a small hole that opened from this cave. I just hoped that when I passed, I saw not Hapas's body. Because I suspected that it was a morgue.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I entered the small door. This was not a morgue, but a laboratory. It seemed that in order to treat the patient, Hapas moved all his belongings here. But when I saw Hapas himself, I felt full of hope and turned into a bunch of bubbles. Hapas was already lying on the bed because he was too deeply infected and was no different from a vegetable. He could not speak or write, and only a pair of eyes could blink, showing the last hint of anger.

Seeing me in, Hapas looked panicked and soon returned to his calm. I walked to his bed and whispered: "I originally wanted to come and ask about the reason for the spread of the plague, but now it seems that it is nothing."

Hearing my words, a ray of light flashed in Hapas's eyes, and his eyes were probably aiming at his left hand, sobbing and saying something. Could it be that he wanted to tell me that he still had a secret about the plague? This discovery made me feel moved, and I immediately ran to the other side of the hospital bed, gently pulled his left hand, but unfortunately there was nothing. It wasn't in my hand, but it was on the left. I turned back and looked at it. There was a small stone desk next to it, with ink and rolls of parchment on the table. I picked up the parchment and flipped through it. It was all unwritten, so it was not what I was looking for. The cat looked down and looked at it. There was a small drawer below, but it was locked. It was probably the clue here.

I took out the shovel and knocked hard at the keyhole in the drawer. The whole stone slab fell down. It was indeed a thick diary inside, which was the analysis report of Hapas' investigation. I quickly picked it out of the gravel and looked through it carefully. Sure enough, it recorded the symptoms of the initial disease and the detailed medical records in the future, but as for how to treat it, it was not mentioned at all. Hapas mentioned that if the source of the plague was found, the treatment prescription might be extracted from it, but no one in the village knew where the plague spread.

Water, food, air, these can be the way to spread the plague, and where should I find it?
Chapter completed!