Wang Xi knelt down, setting down the injured old goblin.
"Thank you, Little Gurui."
The old fellow cracked an ugly yet kind smile.
Wang Xi drew the Longsword from his waist and nodded.
"I'm here to help!"
With that, he shot forward.
The sunshine goblin Gurwin, who had been sent flying by the giant turtle's headbutt, now hurried over clutching his chest and helped up the king with the severed arm.
"Your Majesty, your arm..."
"I'm fine." Guruci shook his head. "What's more important now is to drive the enemy away. We cannot lose this home that Lady Witch bestowed upon us."
Gurwin nodded forcefully, then looked up at his black-haired, green-skinned kinsman, his face full of emotion.
"I can't believe Gurui is willing to help us when he just got here... He's a good goblin."
CLANG!!
The Fishman raised its large blade high, blocking the incoming Longsword.
