Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!
Chapter 742 - 233 The Witch's Skirt Hem, Blame It on Your Woman Being More Flavorful (10k)_3

The entire swamp seemed to explode in that moment, as frenzied roars began to spread like a plague in every corner of the swamp.

Enveloping the vicinity of the swamp was a bizarre atmosphere that defied logic, originating from various tribes whose members, influenced by the frenzy despite their different races, had all transformed into Barbarians.

Greed, bloodlust, madness... and the most pure desire for battle!

This was a terrifying domain formed by the frenzied rage of countless Barbarians. Within this domain, both friend and foe were affected by the rising frenzy.

Frankly speaking, when it came to resistance against the frenzy, other professions could not possibly compare to the Barbarians who had always lived in symbiosis with that frenzy.

Barbarians posed a significant threat in the early stages due to the protection of totems and the frenzy-stimulated muscle enhancement that made them even more robust.

This allowed them to forcibly drag those from professions lacking in mid to long-range combat abilities into playing a close combat, muscle-against-muscle game with them during early and mid-stages.

However, once entering the late stages of the Extraordinary Stage, their inherent lack of long-range attack capabilities would become glaringly obvious.

Yet, even with such clear shortcomings in ranged attacks in the late stages, many small Lords and even top Lords were willing to hire squads of Barbarians to join their domain's defense system.

What they relied on was not making these folks lug heavy loads at docks or pick cotton in the fields, but rather the special domain formed by resonating crazes.

To be precise, calling it a "domain" is not quite accurate.

After all, the term "domain" is most commonly reserved for those sacred beings or higher who have materialized their "Spiritual Body World" upon activating their domains.

This power should more accurately be called an "Aura."

For example, a Spellsword, by extensively infusing curse power and throwing their weapon, can create a sea of bloody flames around the point of impact.

In such seas of bloody flames, ordinary equipment would rapidly corrode and lose its protective capabilities, and even the defensive power of Dragon Scales would be swiftly consumed by the curse power.

This is the power of the Spellsword's Aura.

The methods of Frenzy Warriors are even simpler and more straightforward.

Clearly unskilled in such combat techniques, they use the simplest method available: bringing both themselves and the enemy back to the same level to compete.

By eroding the opponent's mind through the Frenzy Warrior's domain, they make their adversaries easily distracted, irritable, and even influence the stability of the enemy's spell-casting state to some extent.

After all, whether you are a Mage or not, when using spell abilities, performing well also requires a calm mind.

Now, the Frenzy Warriors have shown the world with their practical experience that even if they can't beat you, they can drag your combat IQ down to their level...

And then use their abundantly rich idiotic combat experience to defeat you.

This is why Barbarians who greatly lose their competitive edge in late stages still have a market.

After all, they are inherently the most suited troops to stir up chaos.

Just as Kael and the Witch were silently focusing on the distant battlefield.

The howling rose again as the tribal warships one after another surged out from behind the Golden Tree of the swamp.

The cold and damp swamp seemed to be imbued with the heat of battle, a wild bestial roar emanating from the intense roars of the unrestrained Barbarians.

Old Barry, at the very front of the Ranger squad, took the long spear in his hand and raised it high, roaring out:

"Gentlemen, the hour of decisive battle has come! For Lancaster and all we hold dear, take up your arms!"

A wave of restless agitation arose among the cold yet solemn Rangers, and the sound of armor friction filled the air as spears were grasped in their hands.

Kael raised his head to look at the sky.

Perhaps due to the extensive spread of water in the Lancaster Swamp, a considerable part of the sky was shrouded in light clouds.

There was a light rain falling in the center of the swamp.

Involuntarily, Kael thought back to his initial foray into raiding the "Twisted Jungle" Dungeon, a brief yet tranquil period of happiness.

The faint smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"This time, it's completely different from the Twisted Jungle."

Kael said softly.

Unconsciously, it seemed as if the sky began to rain lightly again.

No...

That wasn't a light rain at all!

The Barbarians were mobilizing, and the intense fear and anger previously caused by the bombardment from the Elf Rangers turned into a devouring flame that erupted, and then everything resumed calm.

Because, a red rain had begun to fall!

Many spears, calculated by the Gluttonous Slimes, still managed to hit their targets within a medium range.

Just as Kael said, everything was different from before.

Following a dungeon raid battle, with almost all of Lancaster's core forces committed, the outcome was exhilarating.

After the "Empire's Ashes" assault, excluding those who had just joined the Ranger system as newcomers, the rest naturally became the earliest to achieve breakthroughs among the Rangers.