The Romantic Life of a Goblin

He continued walking forward and came to the last cave.

When he walked into the room, a foul smell hit his nose. There was a layer of dry weeds on the ground, and some insects could be seen crawling on it.

Inside, on a thicker pile of grass, three human women were huddled together.

In order to keep each other warm with body temperature in the cold cave, their bodies instinctively pressed close to each other.

One of them was kneeling against the mud wall, and the other two were half-lying on both sides with their limbs curled up together.

Perhaps because of fear of the bright light brought by the torches, one of them covered her head with her arms, while the other woman slowly raised her head and uttered a low, meaningless, weak sound.

In addition, there was a woman whose view was blocked by the other two and could not be seen clearly.

In Allen's eyes, although these three women were still alive, they were actually no different from dead people.

Alan then walked around the cave twice, and his biggest impression was that the environment here was very dirty and messy.

The damp and dark air made people feel dirty, and the living conditions were even worse than the cowshed in the previous life.

Although the goblin race allowed Alan to eat all kinds of disgusting but filling food, he still decided to get some food back.

With some difficulty, he held a thin long-handled stone spear and hurried out of the cave. Since Alan was a goblin cub, his entry and exit did not attract the attention of other goblins.

After a long time, Alan brought back two big fish, datura flowers, heartbreak grass, wild onions, peppers, wild garlic, etc.

Alan discovered that the wild plant species in this world were very rich, including onions, ginger, garlic and peppers.

After secretly hiding the items he needed, Alan took out a new clay pot from the storage cave, placed it on the campfire, poured in the river water, and began to boil water.

Then clean the big fish and cut them in half. Then crush the chili peppers with a stone slice and crush the onions, ginger and garlic.

Sprinkle it on the cut fish head and fish body. After the water in the clay pot boils, put the prepared fish into the pot and steam it.

When the fish is cooked, spread the minced garlic and chopped green onion on the fish, steam it for a while, and then take it out.

The hot oil boiled from the fish oil was also boiled in a small clay dish. Alan poured the oil on the fish, and a dish of chopped pepper fish head from another world was ready.

It tastes so good when eaten with fried insects!

In fact, when Alan started busying himself around the campfire, the other goblins looked at this newly adult goblin cub with great curiosity to see what he was doing.

They knew about fish, but in the hands of the goblins, fish were either eaten raw or stewed in that filthy pot and used as soup.

I've never seen Allen act like this before.

The aroma of the cooked chopped pepper fish spread in all directions, attracting the attention of all the goblins.

The goblins around gathered around, drooling at the plump fish head.

Alan took a large piece for himself and shared it with the other goblins.

Of course, he also proposed the condition of exchanging fruits. Goblins are omnivorous monsters, and fruits are for them to eat to fill their stomachs when they have nothing to eat. At other times, they are given to the human slaves in the cave.

Just when Alan finished eating the chopped pepper fish and was about to take a rest, he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if telling him that something dangerous was about to happen and he was about to be attacked.

This feeling is vague, but very accurate, as if something is reminding me.

Looking up, he saw an old goblin who had finished his job and was holding a stick, howling at him viciously.

It seems to mean: "Idiot!"

"He'll attack me!"

This thought appeared so clearly in my mind.

"This old goblin is going to grab my face and hit me hard!"

Then, a strange premonition came to my mind again.

Although he didn't know why, Alan knew that this premonition was absolutely accurate.

So he dodged to the left without hesitation.

Sure enough, at this moment, the goblin waved his hand and grabbed Alan's right cheek.

However, since Alan had foreseen it and dodged in time, the old goblin's attack missed.

Although he managed to escape the disaster, Allen Goblin was still frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

The old goblin was stunned for a moment when he failed to catch his target.

But then he became even angrier.

This old goblin is the chef of this small goblin tribe, but he was very angry when he saw that the little brat Alan was stealing his job.

Because of his position as a chef in the tribe, he was always well fed and had access to other resources.

The food the kid made was very delicious, which gave him a deep sense of crisis.

So he wanted to teach this disobedient goblin a lesson, but he didn't expect that this guy would dare to resist him.

So the old goblin picked up the stick in his hand and prepared to teach this ignorant guy a profound lesson.

Before traveling through time, Alan had never fought with anyone and knew almost nothing about the basic moves of fighting. Apart from punching, he had no other choice.

What's worse is that the other party has weapons in his hands, and is much bigger and stronger than himself.

The other goblins around stopped what they were doing and watched the excitement with interest.

I saw the old goblin holding a wooden stick, chasing a goblin cub, and running around the hall.

The old goblin was panting, his eyes were red, and he was waving his arms, aiming every attack at Alan's head and face.

He had always used this method to teach his cubs a lesson and had never failed, but the one he encountered today was particularly clever and he couldn't catch it no matter what.

The goblins were known for their cruelty and ruthlessness. Their dirty black nails were extremely hard, and if they were scratched on the face, even if the eyes did not go blind, several deep bloody marks would be left.

But what was puzzling was that even though the goblin roared and screamed madly and chased Alan for several rounds, it was unable to touch even a hair of his.

Alan stumbled, dodged left and right, and always managed to cleverly avoid the old goblin's claws.

The goblins around were very surprised. When did this guy become so good at dodging?

Alan's performance was really puzzling. He felt that although the goblin in front of him looked ferocious, cruel and ruthless, his movements were actually so slow that he could hardly understand.