Chapter 384: Elephant-Trunk Clams (1/2)

“This way!”

Terry, the not-so-stout youth cut down a goblin with a swing of his sword while calling out to Kristina’s group who was breaking through the goblins’ encirclement.

“Thanks for your help, brave warrior! There shall be thanks when we return to the Temple of Glory!”

Kristina did not say much and merely saluted him-even though she was speaking basic, her accent was so thick that Terry found it rather curious.

“Don’t call me brave warrior, it sounds so weird. My name is Terry, and my companion will support you from those bushes nearby. Get there, quick.” Terry frowned, cutting the conversation short while leading the old dog Pikes to repel the goblins that were about to swarm towards them once more.

“The bear-goblins are coming!” A Kratos believer cried just then.

Soon, a burly figure that held a club crudely fashioned out of a tree caught up to them, trampling many goblins to death in its wake.

The Kratos believers couldn’t help stiffen and clench on their weapons at that, as if that would give them courage against the behemoth that was half-a-head taller than them.

But before the bear-goblin could reach them, the youth who just rescued them suddenly yelled, “Leave it to me! The rest of you, run!”

The Kratos believers were stunned, but recovered soon enough.

Indeed, would an average joe have the courage to save them under such circumstances?

They could see that the youth was not robust, but he was easily wielding a heavy full-steel sword (decorated with many meaningless ornaments on its hilt and blade) without getting tired. Moreover, he was always cutting down a goblin with each swing with hands that never trembled, meaning that he was most likely a big shot with a youthful act. Perhaps, that old dog accompanying him which was just skin over bones was some powerful familiar that had not unleashed its power yet!

Hence, under Kristina’s lead, the Kratos believers nodded at Terry in gratitude before running off to the bushes behind.

Some of them couldn’t help turning around even as they run, to see for themselves how the big shot would slay the bear-goblin.

Meanwhile, the bear-goblin let loose a vile-roar, raising its club that was thicker than the youth’s waist and swung it down at him!

“Good!” Terry wrung his wrists and raised his longsword in response.

There was a loud clang, and Terry was sent flying five meters up in the air like a golf ball, before slamming down heavily on the ground, lifeless.

“Uh…”

The Kratos believers who were keen on watching the big shot put on a good show did a double take. They did not expect that Terry was as average a youth as he looked, left irresuscitable with just a single swing of the bear-goblin’s club.

Despite their shock, the Kratos believers never stopped running. Poor Terry’s fate made them understand that the bear-goblin was assuredly more powerful than the average goblin, and messing with it could only disadvantageous-retreat was the best option here.

Once past the bushes, they found the companion whom the youth mentioned. It was another youth, one who was dressed like a mage and looked around the same age as Terry, although he looked skinnier and weaker than Terry.

But behind the young mage was a row of over ten Elephant-Trunk Clams. Neatly arrangement and standing at the height of two humans each, they appeared unmotivated with their fleshy trunks hanging out limply.

Rawr-!

To the rear, the bear-goblin and the other normal goblins were coming, allowing Kristina and the others not time to think.