The pharmacist, who was enjoying the satisfaction brought by the tragedy in front of him, panickedly mobilized the magic power in his body, but before he released any offensive or defensive spells, the heavy hammer fell from the sky like thunder and hit his head heavily.

He didn't even have time to hum, but he fell to the ground and died completely. Most of his head was smashed away. This time, no matter how powerful the psychic magic was, he could not stand up again.

Losing the pharmacist's cover, the Blood Spear faced the hatred, but the extreme anger and hatred made the orcs furious and fearless. He waved the warhammer and fought with the sewing monster in a ball.

But at this moment, a huge gunshot rang out in the cell, and the bullet hit the hated head like a meteor. It let out a low growl and slowly collapsed to the ground like a mountain of meat.

The Blood Spear kicked it in dismay, then jumped over the body and rushed out of the cell. This incomplete killing was not enough to extinguish the anger in his heart, he needed more blood.

"Masley, open all the cells on the left!" Masley shouted loudly. He chased the blood spear and rushed out of the cell. If he didn't follow closely, the orc might jump into the pit.

Masley nodded and walked towards the prison doors with small windows. He had a lot of experience in unlocking the locks, and he quickly opened the first door.

In the cell was a dwarf. From the color of his hair and skin, he seemed to be a bronze bearded dwarf, and he was still a living person. He was sitting up from the ground, looking at Masley who was walking in with some confusion.

"I actually saw a night elf here, and this must be a dream." He rubbed his eyes and murmured.

"You read that right, man," Masley walked up and pulled the dwarf up. The dwarf was at least still sane, as if not that dangerous, "Are you okay?"

"It's just awful! I haven't eaten for four or five days, which makes me feel very weak!" said the dwarf rubbing his stomach, but Masley felt that he was full of energy.

"What's worse is that I can't reach the small window on the door at all. I don't even know what happened outside. It's so boring!" he complained endlessly.

"You will not be bored soon, because we will fight out of this prison with hundreds of hatred guards!" Masley had to interrupt his complaint, "If you have the courage and strength."

"You underestimate me too much!" The dwarf immediately started yelling. His thick beard almost covered most of his face, but his small eyes were spurting anger. "I will show you how a real bronze-bearded dwarf kicked the butts of those living dead people!"

He angrily swept past the night elves and rushed out of the cell.

Masley shrugged and walked down the cell. His luck was much worse this time - a forest troll was lying in the cell, but he was dead and could not die anymore, and there was no sign of corpses.

The situation in the third cell was even worse because it was a dead leper dwarf inside who woke up again. Masley took a lot of effort to send him back to the arms of the god of death again.

He gasped and opened the door to the fourth and last cell. The black and black inside the cell was learned from the lesson just now. Masley, who had already transformed into a giant bear, carefully looked inside. He saw a huge body lying on the ground. He heard the movement, and the body struggled to stand up and looked at the door. His expression and the heat exhaled between his mouth and nose all meant that this was a living person.

"Eluen is here!" The night elf couldn't help but exclaim. He turned his head and shouted loudly outside in surprise, "Diago, you must come down and see who I found!"

"I'm busy!" Outside the prison, Diago shot a hatred to the ground with a fierce shot and replied. Not far ahead of him, the dwarf was fucking a stick that he had touched from somewhere, and the brains burst out with a fallen pharmacist apprentice. And the orcs farther away were also fighting with a hater. In such a room, tall haters could not exert their strength at all - the raised axe often chopped on the roof of the rock, and it got nothing except first-class Mars and the blunt axe blade.

"Okay, okay, you will regret not coming here at the first time." Masley whispered helplessly. He turned around and stretched out his right hand to the person lying on the ground. "Hey, old man, it's great to see you alive."

...

The cleaning outside the cell was soon over. Four heads hated, and the two pharmacist apprentices were all corpses on the ground.

Diago gasped violently and rushed to the stairs leading to the upper floor without stopping. Blood Spear and the dwarf followed him. Now the soldiers are very fast. If the pharmacists react and block the exit of the dungeon, they will all be finished.

"Stop being slow, Masley, hurry up and follow!" He shouted behind him.

"Damn!" As he rushed to the upper floor, he seemed to hear the night elves shouting below. But he no longer cared about too much, because a bone-cutting axe was slashing at him in the middle of the waist, and the wind was fierce.

“Lok-Tar, Ogar!”

Just as Diago was hesitating whether to take a step back and avoid his sharp edge, the wild battle cry of the Blood Spear sounded, and the orc green figure passed by him, colliding with hatred without any fancy.

The violent collision between the warhammer and the axe instantly spread throughout the stone chamber, deafening. Then another low figure rushed up silently, hitting the hated ankle with a stick, and then the second and third sticks. The dwarf was like a blacksmith, violently forging the hated ankle with great force, but as fast as lightning.

Accompanied by a crisp sound of a broken bone, it howled to the side with a hatred. Its huge size provided great power for it, but it also needed support from its legs. But just before it fell to the ground, a bullet whistled, penetrated straight into its brain, and sprayed out from behind the brain with red and white brain matter and blood.

After several battles, Diago finally discovered the fatal weakness of the stitched monsters - the head. Compared with their huge bodies, their heads are harder, but they cannot resist the bombardment of death gaze.

They rushed upwards one after another, trying to break through the dungeon before the news from the bottom reached the ears of the pharmacists. However, when they arrived at the top, Diago almost desperately discovered that the steel gate leading to the upper level was slowly falling.

Robert Rick? The Thorn was standing outside the door, holding a handle on the wall that looked like a torch, and looking at them mockingly. Beside him, a whole team of hatred holding axe and an iron hook in front of him, waiting for the battle.

"Wait for it to rot inside!" he shouted cruelly.

At this time, the gate fell lower and lower, and they had already reached his knee position. Diago, who was running wildly, fired several shots at him, but they all hit the gate, splashing sparks.

However, at the moment when they were almost desperate, Diago heard a familiar roar. Through the narrow gap under the iron gate that had not been completely closed, they vaguely saw a black shadow plunging Roberto to the ground.

The fallen Forsaken shouted and kicked desperately, but this could not stop Guan Haifa's biting. Before he died, he finally saw Guan Haifa's claws pressing on his forehead and then cutting his head and face open.

"Guan Haifa, press that handle!" Diago shouted loudly in ecstasy, but what he heard was a roar of wild beasts and a roar of frightened and angry roar of the haters.

After a few tormenting seconds, the steel gate stopped falling and began to rise slowly.

Diago fell to the ground anxiously and shot outside the door through the gradually widening gap. This was the only thing he could help Guan Haifa now.
Chapter completed!