The brave man opened the coffin and rose

The profession that Abes chose was barbarian.

Barbarians are all different, but they all share one defining characteristic: rage.

When necessary, they are capable of uncontrolled, unrelenting, and unthinking rage.

However, unlike Hulk who can only attack by smashing things with his bare hands, the Savage has not lost his fighting wisdom and size.

Therefore, their anger is not just an emotion, but more of a ferocity inspired by predators in desperate situations.

It can be said that this is certainly not a simple melee profession.

As Abes pointed his finger in the air and confirmed his choice, the golden shadow in front of him flashed into his body.

With the improvement of strength and physique, some knowledge about this profession also comes along.

If the druid and ranger chose to maintain and utilize the spirits of the beasts after communicating with them.

What the barbarians gain from the spirits of wild beasts and the laws of nature is hatred for the endless suffering in the world.

Of course, these are just settings that look good.

What Abes really cares about is the effect of violence.

This frenzy not only provides the Barbarian profession with fighting frenzy, but also gives them flexible dodges, and even becomes a source of resisting damage and enhancing strength.

If you suddenly attack from an open field of vision, no matter how quick your reaction is, you will inevitably encounter one or two rounds of spears before you can fight in close combat.

Before getting close, the first thing you have to do is to ensure your own safety, and then you may get the opportunity to output.

After deciding on his profession, Abes closed his eyes and guided the original rage to gradually release.

Kronos, who was standing at a distance, was also confused when he saw Abes walking out and crouching behind the barn, and then falling into a state of stillness.

Did ancient heroes have any special pre-battle rituals?

I really don't know why this brave man didn't make the choice according to the path of the Arcane Knight during his lifetime, but instead dragged his feet on making a decision.

Wouldn't it be great to combine a warrior's martial arts with the rigorous study of magic?

Maybe it was one minute, maybe it was ten minutes, just when Kronos was worried that the ancient hero who had come back from the dead would return to the heaven of separation.

The next moment, an extremely wild force suddenly erupted.

The figure in ordinary cloth rushed towards the location of the fifteen lizardmen like a mad bull.

And the moment Abes appeared from behind the barn, the first round of spear attacks also hit Abes fiercely.

Abe's eyes flickered and a smile appeared on his face.

He nimbly dodged several spear attacks that were about to hit him, as agile as a cheetah.

The fifteen lizardmen were surprised to see how he handled the situation with ease.

But the distance was still long, so they did not pause and quickly launched a second attack.

This time, the fifteen of them were divided into three groups to attack.

Abes followed closely, and although he dodged the first set of five shots, his path forward was disrupted by their attacks.

Taking advantage of this gap, the enemy launched a fierce counterattack.

Seeing the second group of five shots falling from the sky, Abes waved the weapon in his hand like a whirlwind, fast and sharp.

Every swing of the half-sword in Abes's hand carried tremendous power, and even when fighting against flying spears, he swung it with great solidity.

Originally, under the impact of the kinetic energy of flight, the spear attack should penetrate the enemy's defense like a sharp sword.

But with the magic-infused weapons and Abes's skills, the lizardman's javelin still showed the feeling of wood in front of him, as fragile as paper, and was cut in half by the swinging hand and half sword.

"Group three, group three, get ready!"

While Abes was busy dealing with the second group's attacks, the third group was thrown out at the right moment.

And more amazing scenes followed.

Every time an enemy attack landed on him, Abes seemed unaffected.

His body seemed to be made of steel, and each attack only left a faint red mark.

Abes was only a short distance away from reaching them.

Although they had not launched an attack yet, the indomitable spirit and tenacity of the barbarian class had already made the Lizardmen tremble.

"what!!"

As one of the lizardmen began to collapse, unable to bear the fear, he gave up throwing his spear and switched to swinging his scimitar around wildly.

Abes also had a determined look on his face as he charged into the enemy's formation.

"Bang!"

After the first round of fighting, Abes' body was covered in the blood of his enemies, but he stood there unscathed.

He watched quietly as the lizardmen retreated in fear, a sense of joy in battle welling up in his heart.

He knew that for the savage fury this was only the beginning of the battle.

Abes was clearly using a half-hand sword, but he did not use the stabbing strike commonly used in swordsmanship to parry, but instead smashed the lizardman's body like a hammer.

Even though he used the wrong method, each of his strikes carried tremendous power, severely smashing the head of the first lizardman that stood in the path of his weapon.

At the same time, Abes's free fist did not stop. His fist was like a hammer, bringing with it a strong wind, smashing the chest of another lizardman who was approaching into the ground, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

Another lizardman, seeing the bad situation, rolled on the ground, trying to avoid Abes's attack, but he could only see a boot stepping on his wrist and breaking it, followed by a merciless kick.

Every attack of Abes is fatal, and every dodge of his is thrilling.

"This is... the hero?"

From a distance, the silver-haired girl was also stunned at this moment.

When she was dealing with more than ten people before, she was counting items in the room and did not actually witness Abes's battle.

And now, not only did he witness it with his own eyes, he also saw how terrifying the bonus of [Path's Protection] was.

It can be said that the characteristics of the barbarian profession were fully demonstrated by this brave man who lived a thousand years ago.

Flexible, violent, and resistant to damage.

It seems that no matter what kind of force he faces, he can handle it with ease.

Those golden eyes flickered, and at this moment, in Kronos's eyes, the figure of the brave man had the momentum of mountains and rivers.

Among the fifteen people, five or six were killed in extremely cruel ways in an instant. If it were a normal formation, they would probably have started to feel fear.

However, Captain Rectore's words when he left made them believe that there would be an ambush.

As long as you hold on firmly, there is a way...

Captain Rectore will lead other people and archers to attack soon!

Thinking of this, the lizardman whose wrist was broken by Abes struggled to stand up again. He used his other uncommon hand to swing the scimitar at his waist at the enemy who was close at hand!

"…Unexpectedly tenacious."

Abes was furious. He was already extremely angry that he was forced to choose the path of a barbarian.

And considering the remaining two hundred enemies that might appear at any time, Abes became even more anxious.

Kronos, who was hiding dozens of steps away, also felt that the situation was not good.

The brave man before was like a raging wave in a heavy rain, unstoppable; now he has suddenly stopped, has the time limit of his ability expired?

Moreover, the remaining lizardmen did not seem to be overwhelmed by the sudden violent force of the brave man.

Even though the casualties had exceeded one-third, the remaining guys who could still move at a closer distance still drew out their scimitars and engaged in close combat.

The enemies who had not yet been touched by Abes quickly retreated and organized their formation, then waved their spears and threw them at him in unison.

A rain of spears began to fall from the sky.

This was their last reserve of weapons.