Surrounded by a hundred more smaller goblins, the hobgoblin cried out a roar that sent shivers down the spines of everyone except for One, who was spineless in a way that he did not have the ability to feel the shiver.
He wasn't afraid.
The hobgoblin was armed with a big mace. A hobgoblin alone could take on an entire unit but since they were rare and could not be tamed by normal magic, barely anyone had to fight them.
But this was a strange occurance, a hobgoblin leading an army of goblins.
The hobgoblin pointed his mace not at the knights that at first glance seemed to be the main problem for the goblin army, but at One.
The Hobgoblin wasn't as dumb as it seemed. Seeing the huge number of goblin bodies around this man in black, his immense killing intent, and the fact that he was staring down the hobgoblin itself without flinching was enough to say that he was their main obstacle.