One-ton crocodile
Greg the goblin was a great mule, perhaps the most helpful member in the group right now. Of course he was just a slave, but this walking corpse's contribution trumped whatever the team had done so far.
Greg carried the entire team on his back, literally. His shoulder area was six feet wide, on the count of these species of goblins being very fat, so he could carry everyone easily along with their backpacks too!
"Fucker is causing a couple of quakes," Bardeelus said, as he saw many stone spikes erupt from the ground, every time they ran into dense parts of the forest.
Trees kept getting knocked down as if they were nothing. The team saw many branchy roots of trees, ever since they left the creek.
They left a solid trail behind, and they hoped that wouldn't attract trouble in the future. Though, the added trouble would be manageable.