That night, the camp at the outpost ruins was livelier than it had ever been.
Faced with Poisonous Sting Bees the size of a man's fist, the Adventurers and Mercenaries, who hadn't even had time to properly don their leather armor, wisely raised their hands in surrender.
Occasionally, a few drunks, emboldened by liquor, would try to fight back, grabbing stools or daggers.
But they were inevitably sent flying by a charge from a nearby Metal Slime, crashing through a window with a loud CRASH, and landing in the mud outside, where they were knocked unconscious.
Before the night was over, the entire camp at the outpost ruins had been completely taken over by the Slime Legion.
With the exception of a few sharp-sensed Assassins who used the shadows of the night to slip away, nearly every Adventurer and Mercenary left in the camp was taken captive.
