Chapter 12: I Will Make a Move!

  After obtaining the basiformation oated crocodile, Ange immediately ged ons and tools.

  "Open cart number 9, each of the sgers gets a short bow."

  "Your ask is to do everything you to shoot out its two eyes."

  "Old John, grab the oil isters and find an opportunity to throw them, aiming for its head if possible."

  "Everyone else, avoid its front; its turning ability is weak, so be sure to dodge its attacks."

  "And absolutely don't stand behind it; the tail's attacks are just as deadly..."

  After assigning tasks, Ange picked up a metal longbow, skillfully nocked an arrow, aimed at the charging mutated crocodile, ign the corpses of its panions, adjusted her breathing slightly, and released the arrow.

  With a sharp "whoosh".

  The speeding arrow struck the mutated crocodile's head precisely, sending a spsh of blood into the air.

  The mutated crocodile, hit by the arrow, roared angrily, shook its head as if nothing had happened, and tinued charging.

  However, its blood-colored vertical pupils seemed to have locked onto Ange.

  Mutated creatures are fearless, but they instinctively identify who poses the greatest threat.

  Gently patting her warhorse, Aook the initiative to ride forward, simultaneously nog another arrow, demonstrating her exquisite riding and archery skills.

  The sed arrow also struck the mutated crocodile's head precisely.

  The mutated crocodile was fully enraged by Ange and roared as it chased after her, drawn away from the voy.

  The sgers took the opportunity to nock arrows, but their archery was nowhere near as accurate as Ange's.

  Most of the arrows struck the thick, hard hide of the mutated crocodile, barely pierg it, with a few even boung off.

  Old John seized the moment, leading Leon forward, carrying two bck ceramic jars as they moved toward the mutated crocodile.

  Aop her horse, looked at the approag mutated crocodile, her emerald green eyes showing a hint of seriousness.

  She adjusted her breathing, aiming again before shooting.

  Thwack!

  Blood and muddy fluid sprayed out from the mutated crocodile's exploded eye socket.

  It let out a shrill howl as one of its eyes was suddenly blinded, causing its massive body to momentarily freeze in pce before rec after several breaths.

  The mutated crocodile was far more deeply ied thaher mutated creatures.

  Ange, with her keen eyesight, clearly saw tiny flesh tendrils rapidly growing and spreading from the mutated crocodile's blinded eye, seemingly repairing or deeply inating it.

  Old John, seizing the opportunity, adjusted his steps, and as the mutated crocodile prepared to move again, he oward Leon:

  "Throw it and run, be sure not to get any on yourself."

  "Aim for the head if possible, but if you 't, hit the limbs."

  Leon, feeling a bit anxious, gulped and quickly nodded.

  The massive mutated crocodile, with a nearly half-meter-thick body, charged at Ange.

  The half-elf knight was well-prepared, trolling her beloved warhorse to swerve to the right and gallop away.

  She didn't put too much distaween herself and the crocodile, preventing it from ging targets or dire.

  The sudden turn caused the mutated creature to fling half its body into the mud.

  Its two front cws gripped the ground tightly, while its hind legs kicked forcefully into the muddy s.

  Several bck ceramic jars flew through the air.

  They shattered oated crocodile's back, coating it with thick, dark alchemical oil.

  With a hint ret in her eyes, Aurned, nocked an arrow, and fired.

  A streak of fiery light shot out from the oil-soaked arrorecisely hitting the mutated crocodile's back.

  Fierce fmes erupted with crag sounds.

  "Roar...!"

  The deep roar mixed with the crag of the fmes, being particurly chaotic.

  The mutated crocodile thrashed wildly like a burning torch, rolling and struggling to shake off the engulfing fmes.

  This special alchemical oil ecifically prepared by Butler Ralph to deal with the s crocodiles.

  Its adhesive properties were incredibly strong, tinuing to burn even in water, capable of burning through the s crocodiles' skin and scorg their bones.

  However, what could kill an ordinary s crocodile couldn't kill a mutated one.

  The mutated crocodile's vitality was astonishingly strong. Even while burning in fmes, it tenaciously tis pursuit of Ange.

  Four or five sgers kept shooting arrows, but their accuracy was so poor that it felt like nothing more than a scrat Matthew's eyes.

  The mutated crocodile appeared heavily wounded, but under Matthew's gaze, its health bar still showed 10 points!

  And it was still regeing!

  Although the regeion rate wasn't high, this terrifying vitality reminded Matthew of high-tier mutated creatures from the past!

  The mutated crocodile dispyed incredible endurance, and Ange, with her superb riding skills, had beeangled with it for several minutes.

  However, the muddy terrain was treacherous, and her horse couldn't perform at full speed, allowing the mutated crocodile to close in.

  The sgers' attacks and harassment didn't have much effect.

  Old John uw attacks, barely avoiding being swatted by the crocodile's swinging tail.

  Leon made two sudden strikes but failed to cause arouble for the mutated crocodile, as even the bleeding wounds sprouted clusters of disgustiacles.

  Butler Ralph noticed Ange was about to fall into danger and instinctively furrowed his brow.

  The noise behind her was growing louder, and Ange khe battle pn had failed.

  The mutated creature's incredible vitality and defense exceeded her expectations, and the others' attacks couldn't relieve the pressure she was under.

  Once her horse became exhausted, she would iably have to ehe mutated crocodile in close bat.

  "I 't wait any longer!"

  Just as Ange prepared to grit her teeth and fight head-on, out of the er of her eye, she saw that the lord, who had beeed on the wagon, had risen to his feet once more.

  He raised his red staff and, as the mutated crocodile charged toward her, began ting in a low voice:

  "Magic Missile!"

  A brilliant blue light gathered at the tip of the staff.

  The magic missile, trailing fmes, shot toward the mutated crocodile.

  With incredible peion, they bsted through the gray-bck scales, tearing open a massive gash.

  Owo, three!

  The burning head of the mutated crocodile was torn into several pieces.

  Its massive body, as if it had lost trol, suddenly colpsed into the soft mud.

  Its wild charging stance came to an abrupt halt.

  Old John, who had been chasing after it, gasped in shock, inhaling the thick, bloody sten the air. He looked at the lord, who had nontly sat back down, with a gaze full of reverence.

  The lord had effortlessly killed two such terrifying mutated creatures, as if it were as simple as breathing.

  This filled him with deep resped gave him some new ideas.

  "Perhaps the lord's territory would be a safer pce to live!"

  Leon stared bnkly at the approag mutated crocodile, sensing the terrifyiructive power and vitality within its massive body.

  "Is this the power of an arist?"

  "Such power..."

  Matthew's casual defeat of the mutated crocodile ignited cheers of joy from the soldiers, who looked at him with respect, many shouting in victory.

  This is the power of an arist!