The potion berserker's potion spray was very intense, not giving people a chance to breathe at all, and after a while, several orcs were sprayed, and holes the size of mung beans appeared on their bodies. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Jemuri, these people are responsible for you, be faster" Yang Xiu shouted, the range of these potion berserkers is very long, and the orcs can't get close to their bodies at all, and forcing them to force them will only cause heavy losses, and they must be handed over to the iron spears of the jackals to solve.

"Yes," Jamurry couldn't help but say, raising the iron spear that had been recovered earlier, and was about to throw it in the direction of the potion berserker.

But the troops that can be regarded as elite soldiers by Amos will not let others attack them so easily, and at the moment when the iron spear was thrown, these potion berserkers hurriedly picked two apple-sized iron balls from their waists and dropped them in the direction of Jamrey and the others.

"Boom!"

The iron ball collided with the iron spear in mid-air, and suddenly a roar sounded, and purple smoke emitted from the iron ball, and the iron spear that was stained with this smoke melted into iron juice before it hit the ground.

"It's so difficult" Yang Xiu couldn't help frowning when he saw this scene, this group of orcs was the most well-equipped team he had seen so far, and the black technology on their bodies was endless, suppressing Yang Xiu and the others without being able to break through.

"Chief, what now," Duronda asked, embarrassed.

"They are a well-coordinated team of Amos, against any enemy, Amos is under that tree, and if you want to see him, you must defeat this group of potion berserkers" Orin said to Iron Hands: "Fear of panic is a recipe that Amos has been studying for a long time, maybe you can try it, your body is harder than steel now"

"Me?" Iron Hand patted his body, his body solidified since he drank Fearless Panic, and the sound of steel sounded when he slapped it.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself" Yang Xiu took an iron spear from Jemry's hand, and the white flame in his hand instantly filled the spearhead of the iron spear, and a little white light swayed on the spear.

"Open" Yang Xiu said softly, and a crisp "coffee rub" sounded in everyone's ears

It's like something is cracking.

Yang Xiu, who had opened the bloodline element, released a powerful power, although this power lasted for a short time, but it was enough to deal with these potion berserkers who relied on potions to fight.

With a white fire and black iron spear, Yang Xiu broke into the enemy formation alone, and before those potions could be sprayed on Yang Xiu's body, these potion berserkers found a black shadow that appeared directly in front of them.

It was too late to react, and the iron spear had already pierced the throat of an orc.

Fast, very fast, Yang Xiu, who had opened the bloodline element, had a strange level of speed, causing these potion berserkers to be stabbed in the throat before they could react at all.

"Scatter the Slowing Potion," shouted the leader of the potion berserkers, who took out a small bag of cloth out of nowhere and sprinkled it into the glass bucket, and the green powder quickly melted into the dark purple potion.

Yang Xiu was carelessly splashed on his ankle by these medicines, and immediately felt that his speed was slowing down, as if he had stepped on the mud.

Suddenly, nearly half of Yang Xiu's body was sprinkled with medicine, and his clothes were all corrupted.

"Trouble" abandoned the physical advantages of the orcs and went to learn various potion powers to arm himself, such orcs are indeed a lot more difficult, Yang Xiu's body bulged, and several fire snakes sprayed out of the pores of his right arm, and rushed straight towards the potion berserker.

No matter how disgusting the power of the potion was, it could not escape the flames, and the potion berserkers entangled in the fire snake were burned to ashes with glass buckets.

It didn't take long for all the potion berserkers to be dealt with by Yang Xiu alone, and the remains of stumps and metal were scattered everywhere.

"Now I believe he's a powerful chief," Orin said to Iron Hand, apparently saying what Iron Hand had said to him in prison before.

Amos under the old sunflower tree watched his elite subordinates being killed by Yang Xiu in an instant, but his expression was unusually calm, and he looked at Yang Xiu and the others who were walking towards him with interest.

"You're still alive, little mouse Orin," Amos looked at Goblin Orin in surprise.

"Amos......" Orin looked at the orc with a complicated expression, and it was he who had locked himself in an underground cell.

"I invited you to participate in the Fearless Research Program, but you gave up halfway through, but now what, Fearless Fearless has entered the final step," Amos laughed.

"Amos, no fear of panic can only create a bunch of self-aware golems, he can't help the orcs evolve into a higher race, your talent has gone astray on this path," Orin exhorted.

"Enough, I've locked you up for so long, and you still want to talk to me about this when you come out, you goblin with no vision!"

"I don't want to hear you arguing about this uselessness here, Amos, my men have been instilled with fearless panic by your people, I need an antidote" Yang Xiu interrupted what Orin was about to say next.

"You're Orin's helper?a magical orc, it looks like Wallon has been dealt with by you" Amos got up from his seat, his right leg turned out to be a prosthetic leg made of wood, and his hands were supported by an iron rod, and at the top of the iron staff, a purple gem the size of a fist was set with a particularly strange match with the crippled orc.

Amos had a small twine-like braid at the back of his head, and at the end of the braid was a thumb-sized bottle of glassware filled with blood-red liquid. On each of his wrists was a beaded bracelet with some strange runes carved into it.

Amos looked like an orc priest in any way.

"Orin, is he a priest?" Yang Xiu couldn't help but ask.

"No, Amos studied with a famous high priest, but then I don't know why he left that tribe and became a wandering orc, but Amos is very knowledgeable about potions, and I don't even think anyone in the Plains knows more about potions than he does," Orin explained.

"You killed all my potion berserkers, they took me a lot of time to cultivate, and now they are all gone" Amos stood expressionlessly on the root of the old sunflower tree and looked down at Yang Xiu and the others, and from his tone, everyone could vaguely hear a sense of annoyance.

"Antidote, Amos, give me the antidote to fearless panic, otherwise you will end up with your potion berserker" Yang Xiu stretched out his hand to Amos who was standing on a high place, and many people in the underground prison had already turned into that strange appearance of no one or ghost because of drinking the fearless panic potion.

"Where is the antidote, why should there be an antidote without fear of panic" Amos stroked the gem on his iron rod and said casually: "But your tone is not small, I don't like it very much, kill them"

With a wave of Amos's iron staff, all the vultures resting on the old sunflower tree suddenly became agitated, and the purple gems on the iron rod lit up with a dense light, and all the vultures illuminated by this light were mutated.

The wings swelled wildly, the two claws became like iron hooks, and the vulture's pecking seemed to be like the sharpest iron pestle.

What kind of vulture is this, this is clearly a prehistoric monster.