The brave man opened the coffin and rose

One last spear throw!

The pain was still severe, but Abe's determination did not waver.

If the ambush really exists, he must move forward, and can only move forward, and solve the obstacles in front of him as quickly as possible.

If there really were about two hundred enemies eyeing them covetously, it would be difficult to rescue the other villagers in the farm, and even to escape with Kronos.

However, Abes did not regret it...

Because he knew clearly that every second he delayed might result in the irreversible loss of a life.

Look at the flames and corpses around you.

These guys don't care about the life or death of humans.

It can be said that the more you show that you care about them, the more they can use this as a threat.

There is no other helper around me now.

There are no rogues to find the way for themselves, and no clerics to heal themselves.

Even the most ordinary slashing blow may lead to a situation where the damage cannot be recovered.

Therefore, Abesi just gritted his teeth and continued to move forward without showing any weakness.

Fortunately, the current attack should be the last round.

Abeth dodged and ducked quickly, minimizing his own injuries.

He used his body strength and agility to cleverly avoid the spear's attack path.

In the throes of labor, he approached the remaining Lizardmen like an angry beast.

As Abes approached, he quickly grabbed a javelin thrown at him and without hesitation threw it at the nearest enemy.

With a whoosh.

The javelin pierced through the lizardman's body, causing a scream and giving Abes a chance to move on.

The pain in his body did not slow him down, on the contrary, he became even faster.

Abes pounced on the Lizardmen like a gust of wind. Before those guys tried to pick up stones from the ground or draw the scimitars at their waists to fight back—

The fierce slash is coming!

Abes swung the half-sword in his hand and struck at the lizardmen who had no time to fight back like lightning.

His strikes were sharp and precise, and each swing carried overwhelming power.

Violent tearing sounds echoed across the battlefield as Abes's weapon cut through the Lizardmen's defenses mercilessly.

Wooden javelin? Broken!

Machete? Broken!

Lizardman scales and flesh? Cut!

Several lizardmen who tried to stop the chariot with their bare hands were knocked down instantly, and their blood splattered in the air.

"There are seven more!"

Facing his onslaught, the Lizardmen began to despair. They screamed and fought back, but they were unable to withstand the power of Abeth.

The javelins and scimitars in their hands broke under Abes's frantic waving, so these extremely frightened lizardmen attacked Abes without scruples with their fists, legs, and anything else they could use.

What is terrifying is that even their frantic punches and kicks in a desperate attempt to survive cannot stop their own death.

"Why hasn't Leader Rectorre launched his attack yet?"

"Where are our archers? Where are our compatriots?"

"They abandoned us! They abandoned us!"

The thick sibilant sound of dragon language was heard, but Abes didn't care at all. He just swung his sword at the enemy who stopped running in front of him.

Abes fought more and more bravely, as if he had lost his sense of pain and his whole body was filled with fighting spirit.

But even so, he did not lose his battle plan.

He did not keep chasing and attacking enemies who were close to him, but he knew that he could not let the enemies run away, nor could he let them pull away from him.

Therefore, any lizardman who tries to move away from a certain distance to launch a long-range attack will receive priority "care" from Abes.

Although the lizardmen kept moving and fighting with anything they could, their attacks were no longer able to stop Abes's momentum.

As time went on, the remaining enemies fell one by one, and the blood of the Lizardmen dyed the open space of the farm red.

At the moment when the rage effect was about to end, Abes delivered a fatal blow without hesitation.

His blade descended upon the last lizardman, cutting through the air with a sharp sonic boom.

The lizardman ran a few steps and let out a desperate howl, then fell in a pool of blood, losing the last bit of strength to struggle.

As the last lizardman fell, the entire scene fell into dead silence.

Abes was gasping for breath, and several wounds on his body that were improperly protected were still bleeding, but there was still a determination shining in his eyes.

Before the tenth six seconds, that is, before the rage effect ended, the brave Abes successfully defeated all the enemies.

There were still a dozen enemies, but after the distance was widened, and because these enemies were fearless of death for some unknown reason, the difficulty suddenly increased several times.

Next…

Abeth's eyes quickly locked onto the sight of the truck at the edge of the woods.

Abes wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes firm.

He knew that this was only a small part of the battle and greater challenges were still waiting for him.

However, after his rage, he needed to take a short rest.

After nodding, Kronos walked out from behind the barn and ran towards there at the fastest speed.

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Time goes back to the moment when the horn was blown.

Rectore looked at the assembled team in front of him and the human captives in the carriage behind him.

And in his mind, a voice was constantly asking him questions.

[Can we really capture an enemy with only 50 or 60 people if we can repel more than 10 people? ]

What if? What should I do if I can't handle it?

Rectore seemed to see Orchio's figure, but he just blinked, and the adjutant who was good at command and dispatch did not appear in front of him.

Orchio is dead. The guy who was good at commanding others died with more than ten warriors.

Rectore sighed.

Measures must be taken to protect himself and the Scaleless captives.

Therefore, after making the initial arrangements, Rectore appeared to be leading the others to retreat and ambush, but in fact he was directly preparing to escape with the large army.

Of course, in order to prevent the fifteen people who remained from realizing that they had been abandoned, Rectore did not take both trucks away.

After all, if you want to deceive your enemy, you must first deceive your own people.

Therefore, Rectore ordered that all the scaleless captives as much as possible be put into a truck.

When there was really no more room, the other truck and the scaleless people were left at the edge of the woods.

In this way, if the fifteen poor kids looked back, they would be able to see the looming shadow of the truck.

Of course, in order to be able to give an explanation after returning to the tribe, Rectore arranged two archers with good eyesight to walk at the back.

"Observe the situation on the field. We will have to make an explanation for the casualties later. Come back when you have a clear view. Don't stay any longer."

At this moment, the two archers who stayed behind to observe the situation were already scared to death.

In less than sixty seconds, the short-armed man beat the long-armed man, one against fifteen, and won a great victory...

Even some of the lizardmen compatriots could hardly recognize their previous forms under Abes's frenzied attacks.

They both shuddered at the same time, and suddenly thought of an old adjective.

[No body left].

It turns out that this is really something that can be done without magic?