Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 11: The Powerful Arcanist

Chapter 11: The Powerful Arcanist

A fireball the size of a basin "whooshed" as it flew out.

It gradually expanded in the air, guided by mental power, and precisely landed in the center of the mutated black wolves.

With a loud "boom"!

The fireball instantly exploded, scorching tongues of flame engulfing several mutated black wolves.

The terrifying impact force tore the surrounding mutated black wolves apart.

When the dust settled, of the more than ten mutated black wolves, only four or five struggled to get back up.

One spell!

Instantly took out nearly ten mutated creatures!

All the soldiers who witnessed this were stunned and immediately reinvigorated!

The rear warriors swiftly stepped forward and easily slaughtered the few mutated black wolves that could barely move.

The scavengers cleaning the battlefield came back with three pieces of basic flesh essence, proudly shouting to everyone:

"Keep it up, guys!"

The other squads of warriors naturally wouldn't be outdone, bursting with far more enthusiasm than usual, and under the command of the knight Angela, began fighting the charging mutated creatures.

The mutated murlocs were the first to be cleared out.

Their bodies were small, their heads fragile, their attack power weak, and their agility low.

A shield blocked them, a spear or blade fell, and they were basically done for.

However, they had a decent drop rate for materials, with one dropping about every five kills.

With the threats on both sides eliminated, the freed-up soldiers quickly supported their other comrades.

A massive mutated bull, panting heavily, charged forward.

It was nearly two meters tall, weighing over a thousand kilograms, with two sharp horns on its head, a truly intimidating giant.

But the soft, muddy swamp submerged its front hooves, making it difficult to move.

Angela, ever sharp in battle, organized the soldiers to trap it in the mud pit.

Before it could climb onto the road, four or five spears were brutally thrust forward.

The stinking blood dyed the entire mud pit red.

The mutated bull howled non-stop, its body sinking deeper and deeper, until Angela arrived and beheaded it with a single strike.

The mutated bull, with its tenacious vitality, held on until the end, but the other mutated creatures had long been dealt with.

"Ding, you have killed a mutated black wolf, gaining 20 experience points."

"Ding, you have killed a mutated black wolf, gaining 30 experience points, and 1 skill point."

"Ding, you have killed a mutated black wolf, gaining 20 experience points..."

"Ding, you have killed..."

"...1 skill point!"

"..."

The nearly identical kill notifications echoed in his ears, and Matthew quickly noticed the differences.

"As expected, when you take action yourself, you can earn extra skill points, which seems equivalent to increasing skill proficiency."