Chapter 11: The Powerful Arist

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

  It gradually expanded in the air, guided by mental power, and precisely nded in the ter of the mutated bck wolves.

  With a loud "boom"!

  The fireball instantly exploded, scorg tongues of fme engulfing several mutated bck wolves.

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

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

  One spell!

  Instantly took out nearly ten mutated creatures!

  All the soldiers who withis were stunned and immediately reinvigorated!

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

  The sgers ing 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 uhe and of the knight Ange, 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 bde fell, and they were basically done for.

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

  With the threats on both sides elimihe freed-up soldiers quickly supported their other rades.

  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 s submerged its front hooves, making it difficult to move.

  Ange, ever sharp in battle, ahe 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 Ange arrived and beheaded it with a sirike.

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

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

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

  "Ding, you have killed a mutated bck 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 a yourself, you earra skill points, which seems equivalent to increasing skill proficy."

  "Looking at it this way, each method has its own advantages..."

  "It seems I will o be menerous iure."

  Two massive mutated crocodiles showed up te after all the other mutated creatures were dead.

  Matthew calcuted the speed of the mutated crocodiles and found it to be roughly the same as an adult walking quickly.

  If the voy abandoned all the supplies, they could probably outpace their pursuit.

  As for the supplies, the mutated creatures wouldn't be ied in them, so they could e bad retrieve them the m after the night passed.

  This pn seemed highly feasible.

  But Matthew just quietly sat on the wagon, silently staring at the "-3" in his luck attribute.

  Matthew vaguely remembered the final days of his previous life as a pyer.

  In months of secutive battles, both his army and the kingdom faothing but misfortune.

  If it wasn't a natural disaster, it was the revival of evil gods, as if all the bad lu the world had gathered at once.

  Gradually, Matthew realized that someone was sabotaging things behind the ses.

  In the face of all the bad luck, Matthew did everything he could to deal with it, even though things kept getting worse.

  Until the critical moment of the final battle, wheal ons all collectively "failed."

  Knowing that there was no hope left, Matthew uatingly sacrificed himself, transf into the stro on, and heroically took dowh Yegor and the great evil god Lothander.

  Little did he know, beside them, the goddess of luck Tymora, who was about to teleport away, was also pyed by luck.

  The teleportation failed, and she didn't even mao put up a det resistance or struggle, being taken down alongside Matthew!

  Refleg on it now, Matthew immediately specuted that the ability "Choice of Fate" likely came from the goddess of luck, Tymora.

  Those who recklessly toy with lud misfortune will eventually be pyed by fate!

  If Matthew kept running, he might escape for a while, but he certainly wouldn't escape forever!

  "Give it your all, never miss a single opportunity, and fate will shatter!"

  Matthew stood up, watg the mutated crocodiles approag, silently calg the distance.

  When the one on the right came within 50 meters, he decisively flung another fireball.

  Boom!

  The glowing fireball accurately struck the mutated crocodile's head, and the expanding fmes enveloped its upper body.

  The violent shockwave bsted away tless mud and dirty water.

  The fierce tremors made every warriulp, witnessing the devastating power of the fireball.

  Whehick smoke slowly dissipated, the once smooth muddy ground now had a semicircur crater four to five meters in diameter.

  The power of the fireball spell!

  To su extent!

  Everyone only felt their scalps tingle, and they began to revere the power of their lord, Matthew.

  Even the old butler, Nalff, standing beside Matthew, hadn't expected the power of Matthew's fireball spell to be this strong!

  Far exceeding the fireballs released by ordinary mages or arists!

  "Could it be that the lord has been researg how to enhahe fireball spell all this time?"

  "Or perhaps, the lord's natural talent is just that strong, but it has simply gone unnoticed until now..."

  "Looking at it this way, the lord's decision to sign with the young dragon was truly wise. With his accumuted potential, the arist's level will quickly rise, and maybe..."

  "Roar...!"

  The mutated crocodile's smoking head poked out from the semicircur mud pit.

  Ohird of its mouth had been bloart, revealing a bloody gash inside, with even small fmes "crag" as they burned.

  The mutated crocodile, seemingly without any sense of pain, shook its head, flinging away ks of blood and flesh.

  Before it could pletely climb out, another speeding fireball smashed into its head.

  The expanding fmes, with their terrifyiructive power, pletely shredded its head. The massive headless body writhed madly twice before finally "plopping" into the soft mud pit.

  "Ding, you used aier spell - Fireball, ing 60 (additional 50% ption) mana points."

  "Ding, your fireball spell dealt 16 points of final damage (100% critical boost) to the mutated crocodile. The mutated crocodile has died..."

  "Ding, you killed a mutated crocodile, gaining 70 experience points, and 1 skill point."

  Having used up 180 mana points in one go, Matthew let out a soft sigh and calmly sat down.

  He set dowaff that had expes fireball uses and turo Ange, who was in the ter of the group, saying:

  "Its vitality is quite strong, about 1.5 times that of the mutated bull, but its movement speed is slow, its rea time slow, and it's dull when faced with attacks."

  "Now is the perfect opportunity for training. Everyone work together to deal with it, and then we'll tinue on our way."

  Hearing Matthew's fident voice, the soldiers snapped out of their shock. They once again truly felt the power and terror of the arist, and they became even more excited.

  Having such a lord is undoubtedly a blessing!

  Matthew, with only 70 mana points remaining after using up most of it, certainly wouldn't tell everyohat he was almost out of resources.

  He simply smiled as he enjoyed everyone's awestruck gazes!