Chapter 12 I will make a move!

After obtaining the basic information on the Mutated Crocodile, Angela immediately switched her weapon and tools.

"Open up cargo carriage number 9, and assign a short bow to each Wanderer."

"Your next task is to do everything possible to shoot out both of its eyes."

"Elder John, grab the fuel can and look for an opportunity to throw it, aiming preferably at its head."

"Everyone else try to avoid its front as much as you can, its turning ability is relatively weak, you must be aware of dodging its attacks."

"Absolutely do not stand behind it, the attack from its tail is just as deadly..."

After the tasks were assigned, Angela picked up her Metal Longbow and expertly drew and nocked an arrow. She aimed at the Mutated Crocodile that charged while roaring, indifferent to the bodies of her companions, and with a slight adjustment of her breathing, she released her arrow.

There was a 'whoosh' sound.

The speeding arrow pierced the head of the Mutated Crocodile with precision, and a burst of blood spattered into the air.

The attacked Mutated Crocodile roared furiously, but nonchalantly shook its head and continued its frenzied charge.

But its blood-red, vertical-pupil eyes seemed to have now fixed on Angela.

While mutant creatures fearlessly throw themselves into battle, they can instinctively recognize who poses a greater threat.

With a gentle pat on her warhorse, Angela proactively charged forward while drawing and shooting arrows, showcasing her exquisite riding and archery skills.

In perfect coordination, the second arrow found its mark on the Mutated Crocodile's head with precision.

The Mutated Crocodile's hatred was completely drawn by Angela, who roared and chased her, steering clear of the direction of the caravan.

Seizing the opportunity, the Wanderers drew their bows and shot arrows, but unfortunately, their archery skills were not as refined as Angela's.

Most of the arrows struck the tough hide of the Mutated Crocodile, the majority not penetrating deeply, while several were deflected.

Elder John took the chance and rushed over with Leon, carrying two black clay pots, and pursued the nearing Mutated Crocodile.

Astride her horse, Angela watched the encroaching Mutated Crocodile with a hint of gravity gleaming in her emerald eyes.

She adjusted her breathing and aimed her bow for another shot.

Thwack!

Blood and murky liquid sprayed from the Mutated Crocodile's eye socket, which had exploded into a mushy mess.

It let out a piercing scream; suddenly blinded in one eye, its gigantic body jerked to a stop, and it took several breaths to regain its momentum.

The mutation level of the Mutated Crocodile was much deeper than other mutant creatures.

With her sharp gaze, Angela clearly saw the tiny tendrils of flesh growing rapidly in the Mutated Crocodile's pierced eye, as if it were either repairing or further contaminating the area.

Seizing the opportunity, Elder John adjusted his footing and looking at the Mutated Crocodile preparing to move again, he gestured with his chin to Leon:

"Throw it and run, and be careful not to splash it on yourself."

"Aim for the head as much as possible. If you can't hit the head, aim for the limbs..."

Leon, feeling a bit nervous, swallowed hard and hastily nodded in agreement.

The Mutated Crocodile, whether judged by its size or the mental pressure from the mutation, was no small shock to him.

The nearly half-meter-thick Mutated Crocodile lunged at Angela once more.

The prepared Half-Elf Knight controlled her beloved warhorse and veered off to the right.

She didn't create too much distance, not wanting the Mutated Crocodile to switch targets or directions.

The sharp turn made the mutant creature fling half its body into the mud.

Its two front claws firmly gripped the ground, and just as its hind legs flung and hit the ground, it forcefully pushed off in the wallow.

A few black clay pots flew over.

Their crash on the back of the Mutated Crocodile caused the dark, murky Alchemical Fuel to stain it black.

With a tinge of regret in her eyes, Angela turned around, drew her bow and nocked an arrow.

A flash of scorching firelight shot from the oil-soaked arrowhead, hitting the back of the Mutated Crocodile with precision.

Bursts of flames ignited fiercely, crackling loudly.

"Roar...!"

The deep roar, followed by sounds of sizzling and crackling, became particularly deafening.

The Mutated Crocodile, like a torch ignited, struggled and rolled frantically, trying to rid itself of the flames enveloping it.

This particular Alchemical Fuel, with its strong adhesive properties even underwater, was especially prepared by Butler Ralph to deal with the Swamp Crocodile.

It could burn through the Swamp Crocodile's skin and char its bones.

However, the Alchemical Fuel, which could handle a regular Swamp Crocodile, was unable to kill the Mutated Crocodile.

The Mutated Crocodile's life force was incredibly tenacious, and it continued its relentless pursuit of Angela even as its body was engulfed in flames.

Four or five Wanderers kept firing arrows, but their aim was always off, which in Matthew's view was truly disappointing.

The Mutated Crocodile seemed severely injured, yet under Matthew's gaze, the Hit Points displayed above its head still showed 10!

And they were continuously recovering!

Although the frequency wasn't high, such horrific vitality reminded Matthew of the Advanced Level Mutant Creatures he had encountered before!

The Mutated Crocodile demonstrated astounding stamina, and Angela, with her exquisite riding skills, tangled with it for several minutes.

But the muddy ground conditions hindered the warhorse's ability to run, and the Mutated Crocodile got closer and closer.

The Wanderers' attacks and harassment were of little use.

Elder John went on the offense twice and narrowly avoided being flung away by the tail of the colossal beast.

Leon struck two sudden blows with his sword, but they didn't cause much trouble for the Mutated Crocodile; even the bleeding wounds grew repulsive, dense tentacles that were nauseating to behold.

Butler Ralph, seeing Angela about to fall into a dangerous situation, instinctively frowned.

The noise from behind grew louder, and Angela knew their battle plan had failed.

The mutant creature's astonishing life force and defensive power exceeded her expectations, and the others' attacks couldn't alleviate the pressure on her.

Once the horse was exhausted, she would inevitably have to engage the Mutated Crocodile in close combat.

"I can't wait any longer!"

Just as Angela prepared to grit her teeth and fight, she caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye of My Lord, who was sitting in the carriage, standing up again.

He held up the red Magic Wand and softly chanted toward the Mutated Crocodile rushing towards her from behind:

"Magic Missile!"

Azure magic power converged at the tip of the wand.

The Magic Missiles, trailing flames, "whooshed" in front of the Swamp Crocodile.

With amazing piercing strength, they shattered the grey-black scales and tore a significant gash.

One, two, three!

The Mutated Crocodile's head, burning with flames, was forcibly split into several pieces.

Its massive body crashed uncontrollably into the soft mire.

The violent charging posture came to an abrupt halt.

Elder John, catching up in pursuit, inhaled sharply, smelling the thick scent of blood in the air, and with a look of awe, watched My Lord nonchalantly sit back down.

With just a gesture, My Lord had killed two such fearsome mutant creatures, as if it were as trivial as two breaths of air.

This evoked a deep respect in him and sparked some other ideas in his mind.

"Perhaps, My Lord's territory would be relatively safe!"

Leon looked aimlessly at the approaching Mutated Crocodile, sensing the terrifying destructive force and vital strength contained within its fearsome body.

"Is this the destructive power of an Arcanist?"

"This power..."

Matthew's effortless defeat of the Mutated Crocodile ignited the Soldiers' cheers of joy, and everyone looked at him with respect, many shouting in victory.

This was the power of an Arcanist!