The enemies laid before me couldn't be compared to my previous foes in quantity. Not in the slightest.
Unlike the several thousand I had vanquished in the past, these were barely three thousand. Their small numbers made the entire compound spread out and seem barely occupied. If not for the wooden houses that decorated the vast plains as well as the dried meat being hung on the several stakes, the area would have seemed awfully empty.
However…
The quality of the Hobgoblins I saw was nothing like those I had encountered previously. Comparing the two was impossible. I didn't see any Hobgoblin Tanker, Archer, Brawler, Warrior… no, those were all fodder compared to these beasts that stood opposing me.
The muscular green creatures, resembling orcs, rather than Hobs, had tattoos on their bodies, similar to the Hobgoblin Chief.
