Hatred

Whoosh!

An arrow shot out of the darkness and struck the werewolf among the hunters. The elf captain attacked first, and the other members of the Elf Patrol Guard emerged from their scattered positions. Longbows in hand, they laid down a barrage of arrows. At a distance, the Elf Patrol Guard was formidable in a small skirmish: every member was an Advanced Class Professional capable of fighting both up close and at range. The werewolf was clearly the hunters' leader, so it drew the most arrows.

In an instant!

Arrows bristled from the werewolf's body. Seven had struck it in a single volley; any other creature would have been dead.

But it was a Dark Species, a Dark Creature like a vampire, and its tenacity was extraordinary. Even with so many arrows in its body, it could still change shape and launch an assault.

"Enemies! Those damned elves!"

The ogre roared in fury and charged, swinging a heavy bone-crushing hammer. Two orc hunters followed behind it. They were shrewd enough to notice that the enemy had them outnumbered and immediately tried to break out to the side.

"Don't let a single one escape!"

The elf captain's face shone with excitement. With such an overwhelming advantage in numbers, victory was almost certain. Once they dealt with the werewolf leading them, the other hunters had little chance of escaping.

"Explosive Arrows!"

"Ready!"

They took out special arrows made through Alchemy Craft. Each Explosive Arrow cost twenty Gold Dalers, but it was a powerful tool for adventurers hunting monsters above their level. Worth more than its weight in gold, it was so expensive that the entire Elf Patrol Guard carried fewer than five. These were strategic weapons for taking down key targets. Each arrow exploded with the force of a small fireball, and