"Grandpa, am I mistaken. Is this creature really the creature that came out of the meteorite?" asked the minibus after helping Zhulf rescue the figure that had rolled out of the meteorite.

"Look at the filthy skin of the legend, this thin and withered physique, and the disgusting scorched fangs, there should be nothing wrong with that. Zhulf touched his chin and groaned, but his eyes involuntarily glanced at the "meteorite" not far away. He had now determined that the so-called meteorite was really a man-made artifact, otherwise he would not have been able to explain the cress that suddenly appeared and the legendary creature in front of him.

"But wasn't this creature exterminated as early as the Great War of the Races?" asked the little bus puzzled.

"Who knows? Maybe it's a remnant of a hidden creature in some corner of the country! There was no disdain in Zhulf's words.

Strange to say, after the meteorite excreted the creature, it stopped absorbing the energy of the Flame Gem. The Flame Gem fell to the ground after losing the meteorite's attachment power. Julf hurriedly rushed over to put away the Flame Gem and rescued the legendary creature.

"Water, I want water...... Alfie moaned weakly with his eyes closed, he felt a lot more comfortable now, although it was still a little hot, but at least it wasn't as hard as it had just been.

"There is no water, but there is a lot of wine. Julf replied sarcastically.

"Grandpa, where do we have wine?" asked the minibus cautiously.

"Isn't there?" said Jurf, who headed in the direction of the entrance to the cave, where there were several worn-out barrels, from which the foul smell of swill came from.

"Grandpa, isn't this appropriate?" the minibus immediately recognized that it was the food that Weipu had prepared for these dwarven slaves on weekdays, and it was filled with some turbid liquid made from dregs, which could barely be used to satisfy the stomach, and in terms of preparation alone, it could barely be mixed with wine. Judging by what Jurf meant, it was obvious that he was going to entertain the creature in front of him with this kind of thing.

"What's wrong with it? It's fitting to treat such a lowly, shameless scum and entertain it with dregs. Jurf said angrily, walked to the entrance of the cave, picked up a poke of chaff and moved it over.

"Just feed him like that?" asked the little bus, his eyes wandering between the chaff barrel and Alfie, who was still shouting for water.

"Hey, is this something worth feeding?" said Jurf, grabbing Alfie's foot and neck with one hand, and tossed it into the half-full cask of chaff under the surprised gaze of the minibus.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The sour liquid that suddenly poured into his mouth choked Alfie with a loud cough, and the icy temperature made Alfie, who had been tortured by the heat, feel a lot better, and woke up suddenly.

"You, you ......" After a flutter, Alfie stood up in the barrel, and he looked at the two dwarves in surprise. The older one, topless, with a big, shaved head, looked at him with a sneering expression, his muscular arms folded around his chest, and his fluffy gray beard under his chin spilled over his chest. The other younger dwarf, with fluffy and lush fiery red hair and a beard under his chin, was looking at him with a wary but curious gaze, and for some reason the young dwarf unexpectedly gave Alfie a sense of familiarity.

"Minibus, Barnett?" Alphilia said in thought, hesitantly, tentatively.

"Y-How do you know my name?" the dwarf was visibly startled, his big name was rarely known, and the people generally called him minibus.

"Smack!" After a crisp slap sound, an obvious slap print appeared on Alfie's face, and the old dwarf Jurf glared at Alfie, "The name of the great mountain dwarf clan is also what you can call a lowly goblin?"

"Earth, goblin?" Alfie was shocked, he was already wondering why, from a visual point of view, the dwarf who was supposed to be a halfling looked so tall, and after Julf said this, he suddenly had a sense of foreboding in his heart.

Alfie ignored Zhuf's violence and began to examine his body, and when he saw the rumored green skin, thin and withered limbs, and felt the pointed ears and bulging fangs, he couldn't help but let out a scream: "Why? Why did I become a goblin!"

In the memories of Alfie's predecessor, the goblin was a creature that had been wiped out by all races during the Great War. Note that it is joined forces by all races on the mainland, whether it is a Terran coalition or an alien coalition, and their attitude towards goblins is surprisingly consistent, that is, to kill them all. It is said that this greedy and timid race is a complete wall grass in the war of all races, and it is constantly swaying between various camps under the watchful eye of various races.

The innate personality of the goblin clan has made the goblin clan do a lot of unprofitable and treacherous deeds in the process of constantly changing their courts, and many races have suffered heavy losses because of the goblin's fire-playing behavior. Over time, the goblins, an inconspicuous race, became the common enemy of all races on the entire continent.

Even in the chaotic years of the Great War of the Ten Thousand Races, the various ethnic groups involved in the melee had more than once temporarily put aside their hatred in front of them and joined forces to encircle and suppress the goblins. This is the treatment that only demons and demons can enjoy in ancient times. The unpopularity of the goblin clan can be seen.

After several joint encirclements and suppressions by various ethnic groups, the goblins who had no outstanding talents were almost extinct in the entire continent. That's why the minibus calls the goblin a legendary creature, but this legend is not the other legend.

When Alfie found out that he had turned into a goblin that everyone in the Eriat continent spit on and wanted to get rid of, his mood was sour.

"Minibus, see it. Goblins, such shameless creatures, can only pretend to be crazy and stupid!" said to Barnett, pointing to Alfie, who was crying and grabbing the ground.

"But grandpa, how did he know my name?" Barnett asked, clearly counterintuitive.

"That's a problem. Is he beating your idea?" said Jurf with a wary look at Alfie, Barnett was the last hope of the Alpine Dwarves, and he would never allow anyone to fight Barnett's idea.

Thinking of this, Julf walked up to Alfie, kicked him unceremoniously, and roared viciously: "Don't pretend! Where are you from? How do you know the name of the minibus?"

"Huh, did you see that?" Alfie asked curiously, rubbing her reddened eyes, after hearing Julf's roar.

Julf was not wrong about one thing, Alfie was indeed just pretending just now, and he took this opportunity to take a closer look at himself, and found that this body was quite strong from the perspective of goblins, and the roast just now did not cause him too serious damage. The most important thing is that Alfie has already figured out how to deal with these two dwarves during this time!