Their officer was pinned down by the two-meter-tall, frenzied Half-Orc, and to make matters worse, their opponent's mysterious Evil Skill was devastatingly powerful.
Seeing this, the goblins didn't hesitate. They dropped their weapons, turned, and fled, not giving a damn about the hobgoblins' fate. They knew full well the difference between dying now and dying later.
As Colin was Casting, Ale's chanting never stopped.
A golden point of light the size of an egg fell among the hobgoblins.
BOOM!
For a moment, a golden radiance illuminated the entire tunnel.
When the light faded, only their officer was left standing, barely holding himself up.
The hobgoblin propped himself up with his Long Sword, his Armor covered in gashes. He clearly had no strength left to resist.
"Looks like it's my turn to make the rules now," Colin said, shrugging at the Hobgoblin officer.
The creature's eyes had been blinded by the intense light of the Fireball Technique; he couldn't even shed a tear.
