The four goblins from the chief's faction were not all that useless. They had years and years of experience scavenging the forest and great teamwork among them, so even if they never voluntarily fought with larger enemies like these centipedes, they managed to turn the scale of the fight in just a few minutes.

  It was also four versus two, and Greg didn't like those odds, so he jumped down away from the commotion and ran in a different direction. And not even a little ahead, he found three more centipedes in the area, just rolling around in the wet, grainy ground.

  He didn't directly approach the three beasts but threw stones to lure them away, back in the direction he came from. The mindless creatures followed, and when the enemy goblins were just about to kill an earlier centipede, more joined in the fight.

  Now that they were getting attacked both from the front and the back, the four goblins had all their escape routes cut off. Greg saw this as a good opportunity to leave and did another one of those supernatural jumps and grasshoppered his way back to the couple.

  "How is she?" He asked, approaching Bog.

  "Still unconscious," Bog said with labored breaths.

  Even though he had done no such task, his color looked pale and Greg just directly asked him, "How bad is it?"

  It took Bog a second to understand that Greg was talking about him and not his partner, and he tried to hide it but soon gave up. He slowly raised his ragged upper clothing, and there was a big black claw mark under it.

  Black veins, similar to Eka’s, had spread throughout the area, but it didn't look as bad as hers. His wound didn't seem that deep, and maybe that's why he was still in a position to travel this much.

  "Let's hurry," Greg said, picking Eka up again and starting to walk.

  "What about them?" Bog asked, turning towards the four goblins with a disgusted look.

  "The centipedes will keep them busy," Greg answered, but then looked back. "Or would you want them saved?"

  "Not in a million years," the male goblin huffed and started to walk in front.

  "Do you even know the direction?" Greg chuckled and closed the distance, and Bog looked back with a red expression.

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  "You would have told me if I was walking the wrong way," he said, pretending to be angry.

  Greg just brushed past his shoulder and they continued walking a few more hours to reach the place where Greg took his first bath. They encountered more of those centipedes on the way, and Greg made quick work of them, astonishing Bog the more he fought.

  By the end of this short journey, the male goblin was thoroughly impressed and grateful to the new friend he had made. Not only had Greg saved their lives once by fighting with the wolves, but now he was doing it again.

  "Look," Greg interrupted his chain of thought and said excitedly, "we reached the place."

  But when he looked back at the male goblin, he had collapsed on the ground with a smiling face. Greg panicked, thinking the worst, but when he approached Bog, he found the guy breathing.

  After a few more seconds of checking the bald goblin, Greg found that he went into a similar unconscious state like Eka.

  "Hahh…" Greg exhaled, getting up and carrying Eka first to the bubbling pool and laying her at one corner slowly.

  Then he came back and picked up the stupid goblin's body and carried him and placed him back beside his girlfriend? Wife? Partner? Whatever...

  The bubbling water did its thing and started to neutralize the wolf infection spreading through their bodies. But the process was not instant and it took more than a few hours.

  Maybe that's why when Greg entered the water last time, he didn't feel some magical effects. Well, he was not injured either, or maybe the water did help heal some of the scratches he got around his hands and knees after crawling, but the effect was so small Greg never found out.

  While his first friends in the new world slept, he guarded the surroundings, and when it was getting late, he roamed around and found some spider meat to eat.

  Last time he was here, he had only killed a few spiders, so he cleared off the area some more, and by the time he came back and spread the portions under the deeper and warmer parts of the pool, Eka woke up.

  Greg advised her to stay in the pool some more to get rid of any remnant effects, and to pass the time, he told her everything that had happened after she fell unconscious.

  She, too, was baffled to find out the chief sent their strongest men to kill Greg and possibly the two of them. Well, the idea was logical, because how else can two infected goblins survive on their own in a cave full of monsters?

  "Those bastards... those..." Eka continued to curse them and their last ten generations when Bog also woke up.

  And for a second, he thought Eka was cursing him and tried to calm her anger. The confusion was funny, and after it was resolved, Greg left the two to talk among themselves.

  "I'll be back in a bit," Greg said, getting up and offering them some food.

  "Where are you going?" Eka asked, a bit worried after looking at her surroundings.

  "Don't worry, this place is safe," Greg calmed her down. "I've already taken care of the monsters."

  "You still didn't answer her question," Bog said with a suspicious look.

  "Just going to see what happened to the traitors," Greg waved his hand and walked away.

  The couple didn't ask any other questions after that, and Greg's figure disappeared into the darkness. And it was a good thing that he was gone, because the hot, steamy healing session somehow became a crying, sobbing, apologizing session.

  But that was not the end. Let's just say Greg could expect some baby Bogs and Eka’s in the near future by how things progressed.