With an early morning departure, after several hours of trekking.
They were still a few kilometers away from the battlefield chosen by the enemy.
Bonona, relying on her vision and perception, had discovered several waves of scouts.
However, these scouts didn't have a chance to get close before Bonona and the archers behind her systematically took them down.
Each time, they would deliberately let one or two return to spread fear.
It's really quite troublesome.
Bonona's eyes flickered with magical light, and then a gold-level longbow appeared in her hand.
As her fingers rested on the bow, a magic-powered arrow automatically formed on it.
She drew the bow halfway and then released.
"Whoosh!"
A piercing sound tore through the air.
In the distant woods, another scout let out a wretched scream, and the body fell to the ground.
These people really aren't afraid of death; even with scouts dying continuously, they still persistently scouted the perimeter.
