The brave man opened the coffin and rose

"Players" are numerical monsters, but not mechanical monsters.

Abes firmly believes that it is because of this that he is still able to stand on the stage.

It's just... I feel dizzy, I want to run away, I want to vomit.

The effect was like a mental illness attack, which had a great impact on Abes.

But, at least, now Abes did not lose the ability to resist like the rest of the scout team.

"Oh oh oh..."

"Although there is no immunity to the panic effect, the actual effect of panic on this scaleless man doesn't seem to be that good..."

On the high platform, the lizardmen laughed and approached Abes.

Abes clenched his teeth tightly, trying hard to control his emotions.

He has not yet mastered spellcasting, which can be said to be very disadvantaged when it comes to magic.

The barbarians are particularly bad at dealing with magic.

Although he couldn't get rid of the trouble of magic items, Abes didn't want to make himself defenseless.

He tried hard to recall his past gaming experiences, hoping to find some comfort and strength from them.

However, somehow, those crystal clear game experiences and everything Abes experienced under this new integration package became blurred, and his memory seemed to be overwhelmed by panic.

however--

"Save me..." A weak voice came.

Abes raised his head with difficulty and looked over. It was a blonde girl who had not lost consciousness for some reason among the twenty human captives?

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Anivia was the shortest among the twenty human captives.

From the looks of it, she is a little girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old.

Only her ears betrayed her race.

Elf? No, half-elf.

The face shape is not that slender, more like that of a human.

The difference in race makes her exact age somewhat questionable.

In the eyes of humans, they look like elves; in the eyes of elves, they look like humans.

Half-elves walk in two worlds, yet belong to neither.

Some say that half-elves combine the best of both humans and elves: they inherit the keen senses, artistic accomplishments, and love of nature from the elves, while blending the curiosity, creativity, and ambition of human bloodline.

These are of course just some polite words. In fact, half-elves are likely to have the shortcomings of both races: harsh, arrogant, unreasonable; as well as those boring ambitions and conspiracies.

In fact, no race can determine what kind of person they will grow up to be.

If you insist on believing that some races are good and some races are evil, then you will only fall into the black hole of racial discrimination in a fantasy world with rich racial diversity.

And which side does the half-elf girl in front of him belong to?

I'm afraid only those who have come into contact with her can know.

Her somewhat rough palms easily indicated that she might belong to the countryside rather than the town.

There is no doubt that her rare racial bloodline did not help her have more chances of escape.

She was one of the captives that the Lizardmen had captured from a nearby farm.

If it is not a genetic problem from either of her parents, then her slightly short height can be reasonably explained.

After all, people in the countryside or on farms have never been able to get enough nutrition.

In the Silver Moon Farm, the people who followed Abes were all more or less thin, although they were still much thinner than the starving people they met later.

Perhaps because of her fey bloodline, she did not completely lose consciousness like the other captives.

Her muscles were tense and her fists were clenched, as if she was ready to strike out at any moment, pouring down heavy blows on the enemy's body.

Such a strong will moved Abes.

As a prisoner captured by the Lizardmen, he must have had a rough time these days.

Perhaps because of her body shape, the lizardmen mistook her for a young human.

Therefore, there are no shackles on the feet, but instead, the wrists are tied with hemp ropes.

Even the hemp rope was not so delicately tied, but simply wrapped around the wrist of the person in front.

Anivia was extremely excited when she saw Abes and the others falling from the sky and jumping onto the platform.

However...when Anivia saw that the drumbeat controlled the guys falling from the sky just like it controlled other humans, she felt hopeless.

"How could this happen?" Anivia whispered to herself, finding it hard to accept this fact.

Just when Anivia's emotions were gradually replaced by fear and disappointment.

At this moment, there was a figure who stood up again after fainting for a short time.

Seeing this, Anivia struggled to mobilize her strength and uttered a weak sound.

“Help! Help me…”

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Abes stood up shakily, and then his distracted eyes became firm again.

He clenched the half-sword in his hand again and looked at the lizardmen who were surrounding him.

Anivia's cry for help freed Abes' attention from the state of being controlled by the drum beats more quickly.

At this time, the lizardmen had begun to gather around, waving their sharp tails and claws and making low hissing sounds from their mouths.

The lizardmen that Abes first encountered at Silvermoon Farm used javelins, while at the supply camp, they used metal spears.

This stronghold held a large number of human captives. Most of their weapons were only scimitars, and there were even a few holding whips, clamps and other things that were obviously torture instruments.

Even so, Abes did not underestimate the enemy.

He realized that he had to act quickly, otherwise the members of the scout team, the human captives on the platform, and even the humans who were imprisoned might be in greater danger.

After all... Abes had witnessed the use of hostages as a threat last time when he rescued Kronos.

"It has to be quick..."

Abes endured the dizziness that had not yet dissipated, and his body quickly flashed and rushed towards a gap in the lizardmen without hesitation.

Bang!

The moment the scimitar collided with the half-sword, the attack direction was deviated.

Abes's swordsmanship was skilled and proficient, and even if he was a little uncomfortable, he could quickly swing his half-sword to neutralize the Lizardman's attacks one by one.

Several lizardmen holding torture instruments rushed over, and one of them even had a scalding hot iron in his hand.

However, Abes simply leaped up to avoid it nimbly, while slamming his blade into the lizardman's wrist.

As the branding iron fell to the ground, Abes kicked it into the face of a lizard man nearby.

We have to hurry, before those lizardmen in the far side of the stands come over...

Otherwise, with only a dozen or so of him outnumbering the enemy, he would die here along with the scout team that he had managed to pull together.

I don’t know if the gods heard Abes’s thoughts. The next second, as two lizardmen fell under Abes’ sword one after another, a golden shadow appeared in front of Abes again.

The symbol of the sword and shield is... the protection of the path? Has the professional function been unlocked to a new level?

I've waited for so long, and finally I can upgrade?

Abes's expression lit up with joy, and he kicked a lizardman that was approaching him far away, then he stretched out his hand and touched the phantom.