The apothecary, who was enjoying the satisfaction of the tragedy in front of him, panicked and summoned the magic in his body, but before he could unleash any offensive or defensive spells, a heavy hammer fell from the sky like thunder and slammed down on his head.

He didn't even have time to snort before he fell to the ground and died cleanly. Most of his skull was smashed away, and this time, even the most powerful psychic spell could not make him stand up again.

Without the apothecary's shield, the Bloodspear confronted the abomination, but the extreme anger and hatred made the orcs angry and fearless. He wielded his war hammer and struck up the stitched monster ping-pong.

But just then, a loud gunshot rang out in the cell, and the bullet struck the abomination head like a meteor. It let out a low roar and slowly collapsed to the ground like a mountain of meat.

The Bloody Spear kicked it in disgust, then jumped over the corpse and rushed out of the cell. This imperfect killing wasn't enough to quench the anger in his heart, and he needed more blood.

"Masrae, open all these cells on the left!" Masrae shouted. He chased the blood spear out of the cell, and if he didn't keep up, the orc might have jumped into the pit.

Masrae nodded, and headed for the cell doors with small windows. He already knew how to pick locks, and he opened the first door very quickly.

Lying in the cell was a dwarf, judging by the color of his hair and skin, which appeared to be a brass-bearded dwarf, and still alive. He was sitting up from the ground, looking at Masrae as he walked in, a little confused.

"I saw a Night Elf here, it must be a dream." He rubbed his eyes and muttered.

"You read that right, man," Masrae walked up and pulled the dwarf up, the dwarf at least kept his senses, as if it weren't that dangerous. "Are you okay?"

"It's terrible! I haven't eaten in four or five days, and it makes me feel very weak! The dwarf rubbed his belly, but Masrae felt that he was angry.

"To make matters worse, I couldn't reach the little window on the door. It's so boring to not even know what's going on outside! He grumbled and complained.

"You won't be bored in no time, because we're going to get out of this prison with hundreds of abominable guards!" Masrae had to interrupt his complaint, "If you have the guts and the strength." ”

"You're underestimating me!" The dwarf immediately shouted, his thick beard almost obscuring most of his face. But the small eyes that came out were spewing with anger, "I'll show you how a real brassbearded dwarf kicks the farts of the living dead!" ”

In a rage, he swept past the Night Elves and rushed out of the cell.

Masrae shrugged his shoulders and made his way to the next cell. His luck was much worse this time - there was a forest troll lying in his cell, but he was too dead to die, and there was no sign of a corpse.

The third cell was even worse off, as it contained a dead but awakened leper who had taken a great deal of effort to return him to the arms of death once again.

He gasped. The door to the fourth and final cell was opened. The cell was dark, and having learned the lesson just now, Masrae, who had already transformed into a giant bear, looked inside cautiously, and he saw a huge body lying on the ground. Hearing the movement, the body struggled to its feet and looked towards the doorway. His expression and the hot breath coming out of his mouth and nose indicated that he was a living person.

"Elune is on top!" The Night Elf couldn't help but exclaim, and he turned his head and roared out in surprise, "Diego." You'll have to come down and see who I've found!" ”

"I'm busy!" Outside the cell, Diego replied with a hard shot that knocked an abomination to the ground. Not far in front of him. The dwarf was wielding a stick that he had touched out of nowhere, bursting the brains of a fallen apothecary apprentice. And the orcs farther away are also fighting with an abomination of you. In such a room, the tall Abominations simply can't use their strength to their advantage - the raised axe tends to slash at the rock rooftop, and it gets nothing but first-class sparks and a blunt axe blade......

"Okay. Well, you'll regret not making it to the first place. Masrae sneered helplessly, he turned and held out his right hand to the man lying on the ground, "Hey, old man, it's great to see you alive." ”

……

The clean-up outside the cell was soon over. The four heads were abominated, and the two apothecary apprentices were all lying on the ground.

Diego gasped violently, and rushed to the staircase leading to the upper floor without stopping. The blood spear and the dwarf were on his heels. Now that the soldiers are fast, if the pharmacists react and block the exit of the dungeon, they will all be finished.

"Don't be apaceed, Masrae, keep up!" He yelled behind him.

"Hell!" As he rushed up to the floor above, he seemed to hear the Night Elves shouting below. But he couldn't care too much about it, because a bone-cutting axe was slashing at him, and the wind was fierce.

“Lok-Tar，Ogar!”

Just as Diego hesitated to take a step back and avoid his edge for a moment, the wild battle cry of the Blood Spear rang out, and the green figure of the orc swept past him, colliding with the abomination without any fancy fancy.

The sound of the hammers and axes striking violently reverberated through the stone chamber in an instant, deafening. Immediately after, another low figure rushed forward silently, smashing a blow on the ankle of Abomination, then a second, then a third. The dwarf was like a blacksmith, forging the ankles of abomination with fierce force, but swift as lightning.

With a crunch of bones snapping, the abomination howls and falls to one side. Its sheer size gives it tremendous strength, but it also needs more leg support. But just before it could fall to the ground, a bullet whizzed through its eyes and into its brain, spurting out of the back of its head with red and white brains and blood.

After a few battles, Diego finally discovers the Achilles' heel of the Stitchers - the head. Their heads, though stiffer than their massive bodies, could not resist the bombardment of the death gaze.

They pounded upwards layer after layer, trying to break through the dungeon before the news from below reached the ears of the pharmacists. However, when they reached the top floor, Diego was almost desperate to find that the steel gate leading to the upper floor was slowly falling.

Roberrick? Thorn was standing outside the door, clutching a torch-like handle on the wall, looking at them mockingly. Beside him, a whole group of Abominations were in front of them, with axes and iron hooks in their hands, ready for battle.

"Wait for it to rot inside!" He shouted in a cruel voice.

At this time, the gates fell lower and lower, and they had all been lowered to his knees. Diego, who was running wildly, fired several shots at him, but they all hit the floodgates, splashing sparks.

However, in the moments of their near-despair, Diego heard a familiar roar, and through the narrow gap under the iron door that had not yet been fully closed, they faintly saw a dark shadow knocking Roberyk to the ground.

The Forsaken screamed and kicked desperately, but this did not stop Guan Haifa from biting, and before he died, he saw Guan Haifa's claws clasped onto his forehead and cut his head and face open.

"Guan Haifa, press that handle!" Diego shouted in ecstasy, but all he heard was the roar of a beast and the angry roar of an abomination.

After a few torturous seconds, the steel gate stopped descending, and began to slowly ascend.

Diego fell to the ground anxiously, shooting through the widening slit out the door, the only thing he could do to help Guan Haifa now.

"Damn good cat!" The dwarf rudely complimented, "It saved us all!" (To be continued.) )