The goblin looked at the intruder lying in the distance next to the block of black ice with pure hatred in eyes. It was because of him that he lost hand, dignity, most of soldiers, and a ton of resources that were meant to build an army. It was because of this man that his plans took a hit.
The idea of luring greedy humans with a newly established goblin settlement seemed flawless. He could have trapped them, taken to the dungeon, and killed them. Later, he would postpone the process several times. By the time people realized something was wrong, it would be too late. By then, he would be strong enough to defend himself. After all, there should be no one among the first mercenaries who could kill his dear Hobgoblin. Such people usually stay away from new settlements and nests of weak monsters because it isn't lucrative.
