The undead mages were overjoyed, the immobile, three-meter-high target!

Except for some handicapped people whose eyes and hands are really unable to cooperate at all, most of them are happily beating the drowning crocodile.

The handicapped party is actually not bad, although they aimed at Sebek, and hit the shark head twenty meters away... But as long as he doesn't say it, who can ask him who he is targeting?

Thanks to Amberley and Seebeck, fortunately they both liked it when they were at war

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