Ambush the Blood Raven

Burial Grounds, This had originally been a cemetery, where the bodies of countless dead were buried.

But ever since it had been occupied by some monster chieftain, it had become an "unburied graveyard" for adventurers.

Heads were skewered along the iron fence surrounding the cemetery. They had all been people unwilling to fall, unwilling to submit to darkness, and so they had died.

Reality was always cold. Steel-like will, unwavering faith, and an indomitable soul did not guarantee success—more often than not, what truly decided victory or defeat was absolute strength.

"Caw caw caw~~~"

Circles of Blood Eagles wheeled through the skies above the cemetery.

They were the monsters' scouts. Not only could they fly and see far, but their sheer numbers meant that unless adventurers cleared them out, there was no way to approach the monsters' camp.

But there was no need for them to sound the alarm, because the "adventurers" who had come this time had no intention of concealing their movements.

Whoosh----

Boom!!

A Stinger missile trailed a long tail of flame as it shot straight into the circling flock of Blood Eagles, exploding into fire and smoke.

As Blood Eagle remains rained down, the many monsters in the cemetery immediately went on alert.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, More than a dozen agile figures dashed out of the cemetery.

Their curvaceous bodies were clad in tight leather armor that outlined the perfect lines of their female forms.

Whether it was the peaks of their chests or their rounded thighs, they were enough to make any man's eyes light up. Their faces, in particular, were hidden behind eerie ram-skull helmets, exposing only their lower faces and making one all the more eager to glimpse their true appearances.

Fallen Rogue Archers

However, the "adventurers" who had come this time had