Chapter 347 [Tiger-fighting hero

However, even so, the two of them were involuntarily stiffened by the lightning ball of the hell-level pollution monster.

Fortunately, at this moment, their teammates behind them finally took action.

Two necromancers.

One focused on the poison system, and various poisonous fangs and poisonous spears were accurately injected into the monsters like missiles through the battlefield.

The other focused on the bone system, and the bone spear in his hand was thrown at the pollution monsters like a rocket.

In conjunction with the bows and arrows of the two rogues, the long-range firepower support for the barbarians was not weak at all.

Under normal circumstances, if the fight continues like this, it shouldn't take long for the two pollution monsters to be solved.

Seeing this team of Nephalem so brave, the onlookers couldn't help but cheer.

Of course, more people thought "If they can do it, I can do it too", thinking that those monsters are just like that, and they actually picked up their weapons and rushed towards the group of monsters.

But just as they started to move, the barbarians over there changed again.

It turned out that the two of them swung their sticks and axes and kept hitting the heads of the pollution monsters. Although this method put them in a state similar to dizziness, it was difficult for them to do anything other than instinctively discharge electricity to fight back.

But after a long time, the weapons in the hands of the barbarians could not hold on under the corrosion of the blood of the two pollution monsters.

With a click, it broke.

Although the volume of this click was not loud, because of the special sound quality, most people who paid attention to this area could hear it.

This sound was like a drum beating in everyone's heart.

Among those naifen who were about to rush up, a few who were still sober also stopped.

They wanted to see the end of the barbarians over there.

If they died, they would definitely retreat.

If they were alive, they also wanted to see how others would deal with it.

As for those who continued to rush without being affected, they were either extremely powerful or thought they were powerful.

The former would probably become famous.

As for the latter, they would probably go without return.

Looking at the barbarian, although his weapon was broken, he was not affected at all.

There is no hammer, right? Then use fists.

This is when the advantage of using sticks and other weapons is revealed.

A hammer head is still a hit when it is swung round.

A fist is still a hit when it is swung round.

As a result, he received the heavy blow to the head so smoothly.

However, it hurts to think about hitting a high-level monster's head with a fist.

And the dirty blood that flows out of that thing has a corrosive effect, which will only hurt more when it splashes on your hands.

However, the barbarian himself has thick skin and flesh, and he also punches his own people.

The calluses on his pair of iron fists have long protected his hands tightly.

In addition, the barbarian is born with high resistance to abnormal attributes, so he just punches the dirty blood directly with his fists, and nothing happens.

The onlookers and the copycats saw that the barbarian still relied on this rough and arrogant trick to fight back, and they were amazed and shook their heads.

Praise, indeed, he is a barbarian, and his moves are also 100% barbarian style.

Shake your head and sigh, he is indeed a barbarian, this move can't be learned by others even if they want to.

The reaction of the onlookers is so great, and the pollution monster that was beaten up is even more so.

I don't know whether the barbarian is born with supernatural power, or the pollution monster feels that he has become a tiger on Jingyanggang and feels ashamed.

In short, after being punched dozens of times in the head by "Wu·Barbarian·Song", the pollution monster used up the last bit of strength to roar to the sky, wanting to detonate the lightning magic element in its abdomen to die together.

However, it was too imposing, causing the middle door to open, and was punched directly into the lung tube by others, and the internal organs were directly pulled out through the throat.

The scene was bloody, violent and disgusting.

Some of the onlookers who were not well-informed almost vomited.

On the other hand, the old hands, seeing that the barbarian could wreak havoc on his instincts to such an extent, all nodded and said, "Young people are to be feared, young people are to be feared."

Looking at the pollution monster over there, it has already died.

But the barbarian who was clinging to its corpse did not stop, and his hands reached into its belly again to rub it inch by inch.

Finally, he touched something, and with a strong poke, he actually pulled out a rib of the pollution monster.

The barbarian gestured with the rib twice, probably because he felt that it was too light and not convenient to use, he actually used it as a dagger and cut the pollution monster into pieces.

In the end, he chose the one at the root of the three-section leg bone of the toad monster, which had bones on both ends, as a stick.

He also chose the one in the middle, which had bones on one end (similar to the ball joint of a big stick bone) and a forked end as the axe handle.

Then he pulled out a piece of gum from the head of the pollution monster, polished it slightly and embedded it into the forked end of the leg bone axe handle, and tied it tightly with animal tendons and other materials as ropes.

This barbarian actually used the corpse of a dead pollution monster on this battlefield to make himself a set of bone weapons.

Bone stick, and tooth axe.

The barbarian on the other side was still hitting the head of the second pollution monster with his weapon.

The one who got the new weapon here immediately went over and chopped the pollution monster with an axe.

This axe directly embedded into the skull of the pollution monster, and another burst of dirty blood gushed out.

The axe stick in the hand of the barbarian over there was also corroded and broken.

The barbarian with the tooth axe saw that the axe was easy to use but not so easy to use, so he couldn't help but grin, but raised the bone hammer in his other hand and smashed it hard against the tooth axe.

"Crack~"

A sound of bone fracture and friction resounded throughout the battlefield.

Looking at the second polluted monster, a huge gap had been cut into its forehead by an axe.

With such a serious injury, it is naturally dead.

"Hiss~ It hurts~"

"Who is this barbarian boy? This method looks really barbaric and violent."

"If those barbarian masters see this, won't they immediately accept him as their favorite disciples?"

"Hehe, what do you think? I'm afraid these two little guys are the favorite disciples that some master has trained for many years and just sent out to experience?"

"Although there are no other human gathering places except Rogue Town and the shelter that the adult just built."

"But the wilderness that is full of dangers for us is just a playground for those masters."

"As for us, In the dense forest over there, there are so many reclusive masters teaching apprentices!"

"Is it true?"

"Don't make it sound so far-fetched, okay?"

"That's right, a while ago, the Rogue Front was almost driven back to the Blood Wasteland from the Ice Plains by the monsters, and the demons almost came to the city."

"If there are so many reclusive masters, why don't they come out to help?"

"Hehe, do you think there are none?"

"What?"

"Let me ask you, a while ago, the Rogues were beaten by monsters all the way and had to retreat to the Blood Wasteland Ice Plains, is that right?"