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

“Split into two lines and give way!” The young mage barked then.

After fighting hard for so long, Kristina’s group naturally had no morale to continue the tough battle. Hence, at the young mage’s cry, they tamely made way even though they were a little upset about that.

The bear-goblin had also parted the bushes just then, and found Kristina’s group fleeing as well as the young mage who was standing nearby and leering at it.

Its unwise brain promptly made a decisioneverything could wait after it beat up every foe!

But the young mage clearly would not let it do that.

“Fire!”

At his command, the limp flesh of the Elephant-Trunk Clams turned erect and ejected jets of water.

While a single jet stream had not much power, there were two rows of over twenty clams behind the young mage. A horrific tide took shape the moment the streams collided, directly blasting the bear-goblin and the other lesser goblins into the distance.

But that was not the end.

Even as the streams weakened, the young mage had already finished chanting his spell, and gently touched the streams with his staff.

Hence, starting from the point where he touched the water, the streams began to freeze, leaving the washed-away goblins shuddering in the cold. Some of the bear-goblins that freed themselves from the ice continued their attempts to attack the young mage, but quickly tripped when they stepped on the flat and smooth icy surface, stiffly knocking a crater into the rock-hard ice. In fact, even the agile wolf-riding goblins were falling over themselves—their wolves could not gain traction on the ice with their paws, and were tripping here and there over the smooth ice.

“Now’s our chance! Retreat!”

Only then did the young mage give the command for a strategic retreat.

“Your friend…”

It was only then that Kristina had the chance to apologize to the youth. “It’s fine. He will catch up soon.” The youth simply replied.

I’m sorry, but your friend’s neck was bent to ninety-degrees. He could not be deader…

Still, unsure how she could break the news about the young mage’s friend, Kristina merely followed the young mage quietly and ran along the trail he had found beforehand and left the forest.But before Kristina could ask the youth for his name, another figure had dashed out of the woods.

The Kratos believers promptly raised their weapons in self-defense, only to find that it was the old dog and Terry, who should have been dead!

“You’re late! I wouldn’t have waited for you if you were any slower.” The young mage complained.

“Nothing I could do. My neck got twisted by a whole circle and my windpipe snapped. The cola was spilling out of it and I couldn’t heal at once.” Terry shrugged innocently.

Meanwhile, Kristina and the others stared in shock at the now-unscathed Terry.

That regeneration… Could you be an undead wearing human skin?!

Nonetheless, perhaps sensing the shock in Kristina and the others, the young mage whispered a few words to Terry before heading straight for them and curtseyed not-quite-professionally. “Greetings. I’m Jom.”

“I heard that your group has been investigating about certain magical beasts,” he grinned then, and continued despite Kristina’s confused look, “That’s such a coincidence-I have some information I could share with you.”