Chapitre 384: Elephant-Trunk Clams

"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.