The warhead of the shock tear gas canister lacks enough lethality, but it can make a loud noise every five seconds to shake the opponent's eardrum, and the strong tear gas at the back of the projectile is amazingly effective when used indoors!

However, the mission of these missile-fired warheads is to fill the castle with high-decibel noise and tear gas, and warheads used at close range do not have the ability to dazzle the light.

"Bang!"

"Ahh Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! My ears !! ”

The super plosive sound instantly caused the half-elf butcher, who had inherited the elf's sensitive hearing, to lose his hearing! The butcher who was tormented by dizziness, chest tightness, loss of balance, etc., for a while, was miserable!

Immediately afterwards, the thick gelatinous smoke emitted by the warhead mixed with tear gas made his proud vision an ornament!

With tears in his eyes, the butcher clutched his head against the wall and stumbled all the way to his room.

He hadn't gone far when the butcher heard another loud bang behind him! The sound slammed into his chest like a hammer, on his head!

The noise kept echoing on the walls of the corridor, and for a while he couldn't hear anything but the echo butcher, and he kept banging on the wall all the way, making a "knock" sound, but it was supposed to be a very loud sound, but he couldn't hear even a little bit with his own ears except for the part of the sound that was transmitted through his arm.

"Those damn bastards, they don't dare to fight me honestly, they will only do some tricks! What a damn one! Damn it! Damn it! cough cough cough ......"

The thick smoke and tears made it difficult for the butcher to see the road ahead, but fortunately, he knew the castle butcher well, and soon staggered to his room.

"What the hell is this magic...... It's so painful...... But...... But why do you want to sleep more and more? ”

The butcher shook his head, trying to dispel the drowsiness that had been stronger than the other, but it proved to be useless.

Among the missiles that were fired into the castle, in addition to the warheads that shocked the tear gas canisters, there was another warhead infused with anesthetic gas!

According to the base, the effect of this anesthetic gas is even better than the effect of the moment that numbs the entire theater in the Moscow theater hostage incident!

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

The butcher's face was overjoyed, and he quickly ran over and grabbed the priest, and shouted at him:

"Treat me! Fast! ”

The priest was stunned for a moment, not hearing the butcher's words clearly, and when the butcher repeated it, he finally understood what he meant, and could only smile bitterly.

The enraged butcher didn't even think about how the priest could not heal himself first if he could heal himself.

But in the face of the terrifying butcher, the priest could only endure the discomfort and cast the spell, but he tried again and again without success.

The first time I cast the spell, I could barely produce some effect, but the second and third times, the dizziness in my head became stronger and stronger, and I couldn't concentrate at all.

"Rubbish!"

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

Shaking off the blood on his hands, the butcher pushed open the door of his room and hurriedly ran towards the box where he stored the medicine.

He felt like he was drunk, and it was difficult to control even one finger, how could he fight in such a situation!?

"Bang" smashed open his box, took out a bottle of potion from it and poured it into his mouth, and then carried a jar of water and poured it all on his face to rinse his eyes.

After doing all this, the butcher finally felt like he was recovering, no, it should be said that he was in better shape than usual! Because the potion he just drank was a berserker potion inherited from the orcs! Drinking this can cancel out almost all the negative effects on the body, and even the pain that is enough to kill can be withheld!

Of course, the price is the shortening of one's own lifespan!

For orcs, this is a death potion that almost means a short life after drinking, but for a butcher, although it cannot be used much, 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 red-eyed butcher dragged his great axe all the way to the third floor of the castle, where the prisoners were kept, and the fourth floor where only one prisoner, the Elven King, was held.

The rooms on both the third and fourth floors are windowless, the walls are extremely heavy, and the light missiles carried by the drones have little impact on the area.

It was true that a lot of narcantic gases and tear gas poured in along the corridors, but in order to guard the plague-stricken prisoners, the jailers here all wore crow-beak masks that filtered the air, just like the black-clad elves, and were almost unaffected by the gases.

Seeing the butcher coming with a giant axe, the elven jailer hurriedly greeted him, although it was already very lively below, but because of their duties, they could not leave their posts, and the elven guards who were supposed to inform them of the information did not know where they were turned over, so they still didn't know what was going on in the castle.

"Big ...... My lord, what's going on out there? ”

"It's nothing, let a bunch of hidden rats sneak in!" The butcher gritted his teeth and said, "I'll take care of those rats, you guys go to the fourth floor now, and if the third floor can't resist it, kill that guy above for me as soon as possible!" ”

"Fine...... Elven King!? But His Majesty's order is ......"

"Bang!"

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

"Yes!"

Immediately, two elven jailers ran to the fourth floor, and the rest all looked at the butcher with the same fearful gaze, but the crow's beak mask on his face was not noticed by the butcher.

The butcher's eyes swept back and forth over the elven jailers, he had already regarded all the guards below the second floor as dead, and now it was not easy to use these few jailers and those strange invaders to fight, and he had to find a way to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

But...... Maybe the butcher can still think about this kind of problem, but now that he has been poured the berserker potion, his brain is no longer controlled, and after only thinking for a second, he has made a plan for himself - kill! Just kill all those intruders!