My chosen ones are all the fourth disaster

He slowly peeled off the carbonized skin of the potato.

The hot air hit his face, with a faint smoky aroma, which made people salivate.

However.

For Yutang, who had eaten roasted potatoes for so many days, the smell made him want to vomit.

"Alas!"

He ate the potato with a bitter face.

Except for the mushroom he found at the beginning, there was no grass growing near the ruins.

The meat that the goblins ate was of unknown origin.

The bag of potatoes found in the warehouse was his only source of food.

"Too miserable!"

Yutang wanted to cry when he thought about his life in the past few days.

Hearing this.

The red-bearded dwarf suddenly sat up from the haystack.

"What's miserable?"

His hair was very lush, and only a pair of eyes and a red nose were exposed on his face.

The beard like a broom hung down to his feet.

Because it had not been carefully taken care of for a long time.

The hair was all stuck together, like a sloppy homeless man.

His voice was particularly loud after he got angry.

"If you come to deliver food out of sympathy, then leave quickly! The old man doesn't need it!"

"I'm talking about myself, not you."

Yutang raised his eyes half dead, and then continued to eat the potatoes in his hand.

"The old man is not tall, but he has a bad temper."

He was kind enough to give him a bite, but he didn't say thank you, but he was angry because he ate better than others?

Fortunately, he drove all the guards of the dungeon out of the magic circle in the name of "convenient interrogation".

No one heard it no matter how loud it was inside.

Otherwise, the other party would definitely have a hard time tonight.

The red-bearded dwarf was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

"You are also the strangest dwarf I have ever seen!"

The first time he met Yutang, he recognized his identity.

Even though Yutang was particularly thin and small, and looked, well... hard to describe.

He didn't understand the customs and language of the dwarves, and he was covered in green skin.

But the racial bond was enough for him to recognize the other party.

However.

The current status of the two parties was very different, and he had never asked the other party why he was lurking in the goblin's nest.

"Huh! Still making personal attacks?"

Yutang's eyes widened, and he stood up with his hands on his waist.

"Don't you, a dwarf who knows the goblin language, conform to the rules of film and television novels?"

"How can you not master a few more languages ​​when traveling?" The red-bearded dwarf immediately retorted.

Then he paused, with a puzzled tone in his tone.

"Also, what is film and television...novel?"

Why should they, the dwarves, conform to the above rules?

Why didn't the famous Master Hawkes receive the news?

"Nothing, you won't understand even if I tell you." Yutang said perfunctorily.

He swallowed the last bite of potato in his hand and smacked his lips.

"Traveling? Who would travel to the Giant Oak Forest for no reason? I think you are wandering?"

For rude old people, Yutang never stood there and let them scold him.

Although the other party was the dwarf craftsman mentioned in the main quest.

But, he has a bad temper!

Chat for a few words.

The other party would be stimulated by inexplicable points and then scold him with a red face.

If Yutang could not find any stable and hidden place to make a fire except the dungeon.

He would not come to him every day to be scolded.

Who told the goblins not to eat vegetarian food?

Yutang shook his head silently.

The red-bearded dwarf's beard trembled with anger.

"How could I, the great Master Hawks, wander around!"

"You, a junior, don't understand the dwarf culture, and you haven't even heard of my name?"

"Oh, no."

"You!"

Yutang picked up the two potatoes that the other party had not touched on the ground and weighed them.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat? This may be your last meal?"

"Wow, I'm so angry... huh?"

Hawks, who was originally very irritable, calmed down instantly.

He sat down on the haystack again and stroked his tangled beard.

It seemed like he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"The goblin sacrifice ceremony is tomorrow?"

"It's the life sacrifice ceremony." Yutang corrected.

Although the goblin language system is simple and the vocabulary is small, the ceremony still has its own special name!

Hawks turned a deaf ear to it.

"It's the same. In the end, the sacrifice that is placed on the plate as a dessert is still us."

Plate?

Yutang thought about the life sacrifice array that he had sneaked a peek at today, and he agreed a little.

There was a big blank circle in the middle, and the outermost circle was painted with dense ghostly symbols.

What else could it be if not the traditional porcelain plate?

Yutang shook the potato in his hand.

"Really not eating?"

The goblins relied on a night of hunger to prevent them from starving to death before the ceremony.

There was no dinner delivered tonight."Hmph!" Hawks closed his eyes tightly and uttered a breath from his nose.

"You're going to die tomorrow, what are you going to eat?"

Seeing that the other party had made up his mind.

Yutang shrugged and threw the potato back into the game backpack.

"Why are you so stubborn when you're going to die, old man? You're going to die tomorrow, don't you know how to struggle today?"

"Hmph, don't try to trick me!"

"No, can you call that trick?" Yutang raised his voice.

He moved to sit next to the red-bearded dwarf, with a clear desire for knowledge in his eyes.

"Aren't you curious about why I disguised myself as a goblin? Let's share some secrets!"

Yutang also discovered it by accident.

Listening to other people's stories (must be real experiences) can also increase extra experience points.

And there are quite a few!

Unfortunately, goblins lack language and have poor memory.

There are not many goblins who can communicate, and there are even fewer stories and secrets to find.

Now he is just one step away from accumulating enough extra experience points to level up to 10.

Can he surpass the lucky team and become the top player under the gods as soon as he returns to Sweetwater Town?

It depends on today and tomorrow!

Hawks opened one eye and looked at him.

"Because there is someone behind you who wants to disrupt the sacrifice ceremony."

"Huh??? How do you know?"

"Hmph! Don't underestimate Master Hawks's brain!"

The red-bearded dwarf proudly puffed out his chest.

The other party is a magic apprentice who has not grown a single hair.

From his eyes, it can be seen that this is not something a dwarf who grew up in a goblin's nest can have.

Only an organization that is extremely protective of its members can cultivate such a simple and stupid undercover.

"Let me guess, in addition to this, the organization behind you also wants to recruit the great Master Hawks?"

His mouth corners slightly raised.

He was ready to welcome the screams of this junior who had left the tribe.

Yutang scratched his head.

"It seems so?"

"Hmm?"

Hawks' eyes snapped open and he asked sharply.

"How is that possible? You show up in the dungeon every day and bring me delicious food. Isn't that recruiting?"

Yutang pointed to the damp black ash in the corner.

"I just found a place to roast potatoes. Old Ye didn't pay me for recruiting you."