Until one day, he met the human prophet in the Doomsday Abyss, and the goblin train he had spent countless days crafting was completely scrapped.
He felt a bit sad.
At that moment, he felt like he had truly died.
But when this human prophet convinced him to submit and promised to help him rebuild the goblin civilization, he suddenly didn't feel sad anymore. This human prophet was very powerful, and with his help, the goblin civilization could certainly be revived.
Moreover, this human prophet greatly respected the goblins, never commenting on their ugly appearance.
Being able to follow such a person was an honor for Doba.
"That human prophet... so amazing..."
The black market merchant standing beside Doba murmured in shock.
"Amazing, right?"
