My chosen ones are all the fourth disaster

Yutang stared at them.

Maru La!!!

When several goblins saw Yutang open his eyes, they were more excited than Yutang.

They chattered a lot of words that Yutang couldn't understand, and immediately ran away with their hands and feet dancing.

Only a big goblin was left guarding him.

In the next very short time, Yutang saw the same thing several times again.

The goblin came in, chattering excitedly, and ran over with his hands and feet dancing.

The goblin came in again...

This happened three times.

Yutang, who should have been nervous, became numb instead.

He felt like a gorilla being visited in a zoo.

He sat up with the help of the big goblin who stayed behind, and finally saw the environment he was in clearly.

The layout was similar to the ruins room he lived in not long ago, but it was enlarged more than ten times.

There were tables, chairs and cabinets inside, and the bed under him was hard but big enough.

"Huh? Goblins have this kind of room?"

Yutang thought to himself.

He thought goblins were like what he saw in the outer ruins.

They lived a primitive life, ate raw meat when hungry, and slept on hay when tired.

So they could arrange normal rooms!

In the newly updated pigeon cage ruins information on the forum, it was said that the rooms were larger as they got closer to the inner circle.

Then, could he be in the innermost part?

Yutang turned his head with difficulty, and doubts kept coming out of his heart.

"The treatment of seriously injured soldiers is so good?"

He looked up at the big goblin who was hunched over by the bed.

He felt even more uncomfortable.

It didn't make sense.

Was it necessary for the big goblin to be so serious about ordinary goblin wounded?

He always felt that the other party was too respectful to him.

Unfortunately, Yutang was covered with purple-black mud, and the whole person was trapped in it, and he couldn't move on his own.

I could only watch the goblins who looked exactly the same, repeating the movements of surprise, joy, and leaving at the door.

After a long while.

A different figure appeared at the door.

It was an elderly goblin with an exceptionally short stature, holding a brown staff made of dead branches in his hand.

Yutang recognized the other party's identity at a glance, and the whole person was shocked.

"It's the goblin priest mentioned in the information!"

He took a breath of cold air in his heart.

According to the updated information of the game, this kind of medium-sized goblin settlement with a population of 100 people is maintained.

It is usually led by the only goblin priest, and a pyramid-shaped autocratic system is implemented.

Did he meet the final big boss at once? ? ?

Yutang, who was still feeling uneasy just now, calmed down all of a sudden.

Other players were still complaining that they couldn't even find an elite goblin.

This time he met the big boss for the first time!

Hahaha, I made a fortune!

He stared at the Goblin Priest without blinking, as if he wanted to tear him off and print him on paper.

The Goblin Priest looked at him strangely.

He couldn't understand what the surviving tribesman was thinking.

But he wasn't angry either.

The intelligence gap between different goblins was greater than that between humans and wild boars.

Ordinary goblins only needed to be obedient, and there was no need to learn etiquette.

Of course, this was a requirement for ordinary goblins.

The moment the other party opened his eyes, he was no longer an ordinary goblin.

The Goblin Priest stood by the fish pond bed and slowly uttered words with a strange rhythm.

Then he looked at him hopefully, and the various goblins who followed him also cast similar glances.

The fish pond suddenly became the focus.

The fish pond was full of question marks: "???"

What the hell?

What is this little thing, no, what is this old thing talking about?

But the atmosphere has been set here, and it is obvious that he must say something.

"Waleng! Wa! Wa!" Yutang suddenly shouted.

Everyone present was shocked.

But he could not care less, and he kept a serious expression despite the gazes of people looking at him like a fool.

In fact, his brain was working fast.

What did this sentence mean?

Have you eaten?

Or, am I going out to cause trouble?

It's over.

Yutang was full of despair.

After a day of fishing, I forgot all the words I just learned!

Who knows.

The scene that Yutang expected to be discovered or treated badly did not appear at all.

The goblins surrounded the priest and muttered something.

From time to time, he looked at Yutang's side and finally pointed to his head.

The priest suddenly realized.

He casually told an ordinary goblin next to him to go out.

After a while, the goblin came back with a small red box.

And handed it to the fish pond as instructed.

The fish pond was beaten with a heelHe opened the red box with his plaster-like hand.

Inside was a bowl of red jelly-like material, which was changing color all the time.

"Wow, wow?" Yutang pointed to his mouth with a look of despair.

Is this thing going to be given to him to eat?

The Goblin Priest nodded slowly with a look of kindness and sympathy in his eyes.

Yutang swallowed his saliva.

Why does it feel like there is no good in eating this thing...

But the boss has spoken, and refusing it will be a bigger problem!

Prepare yourself mentally in two seconds.

Yutang gritted his teeth and swallowed the thing in one gulp!

The taste of the jelly in his mouth was even stranger.

Yutang felt that before his tongue touched it, the jelly slid into his esophagus like a cold snake.

It gave him goose bumps.

"Can the food in the game be made normal!" He shouted in his heart.

"Do you understand now?" An old voice sounded.

"Uh, huh???"

Yutang, who was cursing the evil planner, suddenly looked up at the goblin priest.

The goblin next to him said.

"Look at his expression, he doesn't seem to be stupid anymore!"

"Hey! Not stupid anymore!"

Yutang swallowed his saliva.

"I, I'm..."

"It's a divine object of enlightenment." The priest explained.

"Even the weakest ordinary goblin, after eating it, can become a warrior holding a wooden hammer!"

The old goblin put his free right hand on his chest and bowed his head devoutly.

"This is the wisdom bestowed by the God of Fear, and it is the Lord's mercy."

The other goblins bowed their heads together, their voices fanatical.

"Praise the guide of darkness, praise the omnipresent God of fear!"

"Praise the guide of darkness, praise the omnipresent God of fear!"

"Praise the guide of darkness, praise the omnipresent God of fear!"

The three deafening oaths made Yutang's hair stand on end.

He finally knew what it felt like to accidentally enter a cult ceremony.

"Praise, praise the omnipresent God of fear?"

In order to fit in, he also recited a sentence.

The priest considerately asked Yutang to stop.

"Your wound has not healed, and you don't have enough strength, so you don't need to pray."

Breaking through the restrictions by force is extremely exhausting for the body.

And before that, the other party had just poisoned his brain.

In order to cure this problem, the other party might even have consumed a lot of his life in the end.

No wonder the voice of prayer was so weak.

Knowing that Yutang would not live long, the priest looked at him with more loving eyes.

There was no need to worry about rules with an ordinary goblin who was about to die.