Brimming with hostility.
All the goblins lying dead now must be Oliver's handiwork.
Even injured, he was someone who could easily dispatch ordinary goblins.
"Don't underestimate them."
Oliver warned.
Soon, the reason became clear.
Among the small goblins, several large ones came running with thunderous steps.
"Hob goblins!"
With red skin, they were certainly hob goblins.
But something was odd.
They were bigger and more muscular than known hob goblins.
When he blocked the club swung by one, he was certain.
Kwang!
That strength was extraordinary.
Zain felt an impact that seemed like it would break his arm.
It was impossible to block with just a dagger.
Zain rammed his shoulder into the goblin's chest and clung to its arm.
It was a joint lock he had learned through knight training.
Crack!
"Kweeeeek!"
