One of Vol's men was thrown from his horse, a weapon digging into the creature's flank, causing it to rear. The man landed heavily, and didn't seem in a rush to move.
Even that wounded horse could be of use to a man like Vol. "Begin the Hobgoblin summoning," he said. He'd been waiting for this – a moment to finally get those higher-level monsters into play, once there were enough dead gathered, and the large cattle to go with them.
!! SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT!
REQUIRED INGREDIENTS FOUND. COMMENCING HOBGOBLIN SUMMONING!
Even as Vol continued to put men in the dirt, the summoning gradually went through its usual process, bit by bit building to what would soon be a major piece. The isolated men seemed to number around thirty, in Vol's estimation, and despite their strength, they were being slaughtered at a shocking rate.
