The warhead that shocks the tear gas bullet lacks enough lethality, but it can make huge noise every five seconds to shock the opponent's eardrum. At the same time, the strong tear gas at the back of the bullet body is amazing when used indoors!

However, these missile-launched warheads are tasked with filling the entire castle with high decibel noise and tear gas. The warheads that have not been used at close range do not have strong light and dazzling functions.

"Bang!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! My ears!!!"

The super explosive sound instantly made the half-elf butcher who inherited the elf's sensitive hearing lose his hearing! The butcher who tortured him with dizziness, chest tightness, loss of balance and other moments was in a state of pain!

Immediately afterwards, the thick smoke like gum mixed with tear gas emitted from the warhead made his proud vision a decoration!

The butcher covered his head and held the wall and stumbled all the way to his room.

Before he could walk far away, the butcher heard another loud noise behind him! The sound hit his chest like a stuffy hammer and hit his head!

The noise kept echoing on the walls of the corridor. For a moment, the butcher could not hear anything except the echo. He kept knocking on the walls, making a "dongdong" sound, but it should have been a very loud sound, but except for the part of the sound transmitted through his arms, he could not hear even a little with his ears.

"Those damn bastards don't dare to fight me upright, they only know some despicable methods! They deserve to be damned! They deserve to be damned! They deserve to be damned! They deserve to be damned! They deserve to be damned! They deserve to be damned... "

The strong smoke and tears made it difficult for the butcher to see the road ahead. Fortunately, the butcher knew the castle well and soon came to his room with a staggering pace.

"What kind of hell is this magic... it's so painful...but...but why do you want to sleep more and more?"

The butcher shook his head and tried to dispel a wave of sleepiness that had been stronger than a moment, but it turned out to be useless.

Among the missiles shot into the castle, in addition to the warhead that shocked the tear gas, there is another warhead filled with anesthesia gas!

According to the base, the effect of this anesthetic gas is even better than the effect of instantly irritating the entire theater in the hostage incident of the Moscow Theater!

Just as he was about to open the door and go back to his room, the butcher suddenly noticed that a priest was sitting not far away, slapping his ears.

The butcher was delighted and quickly ran over and grabbed the priest, shouting at him:

"Heal me! Quick!"

The pastor was stunned for a moment, but did not hear the butcher clearly. After the butcher repeated it, he finally understood what he meant and could only smile bitterly.

The furious butcher never thought about how if the priest could cure himself first?

But facing the terrifying butcher, the priest could only endure the discomfort and cast the spell, but he tried it repeatedly but failed.

When casting the spell for the first time, you can barely produce some effects, but the dizziness in the head becomes stronger and stronger during the second and third times, and you can't concentrate at all.

"waste!"

The butcher roared, grabbed the priest's head and pressed it on the wall. The poor priest's head burst out like a watermelon, and red and white splashed on the wall.

After shook the blood from his hands, the butcher pushed open the door of his room and ran towards the box where he stored the medicine.

He felt like he was drunk, even a finger was difficult to control. How could he fight in this situation?

With a "clang", he smashed open his box, took out a bottle of potion and poured it into his mouth, and then carried a tank of water and poured it all over it on his face and washed his eyes.

After doing all this, the butcher finally felt that he had recovered. No, it should be said that he was in better condition than usual! Because the potion he just drank was a berserker potion inherited from the orcs! After drinking it, it can offset almost all negative effects on the body, and even the pain that is enough to cause death can withstand it!

Of course, the price is to shorten your life span!

For the orcs, this is a death potion that almost means that they will be alive. However, although it cannot be used too much for the butcher, it is not completely unacceptable. After all, as a half-elf butcher, his lifespan is far greater than that of those short-lived orcs.

The butcher with red eyes dragged his giant axe all the way to the third floor of the castle, which was the first floor to imprison prisoners. The important royal officials infected with the plague were detained on this floor, while the fourth floor only imprisoned - the Elf King.

Both the third and fourth floors of the rooms are windowless and the walls are extremely thick, and the light missiles carried by the drone have little impact on this area.

There was indeed a lot of anesthesia gas and tear-jerking smoke poured into the corridor, but in order to monitor the plague-affiliated prisoners, all the prisoners here wore rogue masks that could filter the air like black-clothed elves, and were almost completely unaffected by those gases.

Seeing the butcher coming with a giant axe, the elf jailer quickly came up. Although it was already very lively below, they could not leave their posts due to their duties. The elf guards who were supposed to inform them did not know where they were being turned over, so they still didn't know what was going on in the castle.

"Big... Sir, what happened outside?"

"It's nothing, let a group of mice with hidden heads and tails sneak in!" the butcher said gritting his teeth, "I know how to cook those mice. You can go to the fourth floor to stand by now. If the third floor cannot resist, kill the guy above me as soon as possible!"

"Elf King...Elf King! But Your Majesty's order is..."

"Bang!"

After directly pinched the head of the elf jailer who dared to question his orders, the butcher stared at the other elves with his blood-red eyes and said coldly: "Why don't you go quickly!"

"yes!"

Immediately, two elves jailers ran to the fourth floor, and the rest looked at the butcher with the same fearful eyes, but they were covered up by the raven mask on their faces and were not discovered by the butcher.

The butcher's eyes swept back and forth across the elves. He had already regarded all the guards below the second floor as dead. It was not easy to use these few jailers and those strange invaders to do a battle. He had to think of some ways to persevere until the reinforcements arrived.

But... Maybe the butcher can still think about this problem. Now that he has poured the berserker potion, his brain is no longer controlled. After only thinking for a second, he has made a plan for himself - kill! Just kill all the invaders!
Chapter completed!