How dare the prisoners have any objections? This is a master who can climb up the stairs without getting hurt. He can't afford to offend him!

"How many potions were harvested?"

Looking at the potions that could not be taken away, Downton felt so distressed that he only lost blood.

"It's impossible to estimate, but it's an amount that would make even a great potion master laugh out loud." Homer smiled, "If that Mata doesn't get so angry that he vomits blood, I'll take your last name."

After capturing a few prisoners, Downton knew the shortest route to the animal pen. Although he encountered several groups of guards along the way, he did not need to take action with this group of armed cannon fodder.

"No wonder everyone wants to be a general. If you encounter trouble, there are a lot of soldiers you can use!"

Downton murmured and rushed into a wide corridor. At the end was a tall iron door. Before he could get close, hundreds of crossbow arrows were fired from the square opening on the door.

Amidst the jingling noise, the unlucky ones in front were knocked over.

"kill!"

After three waves of arrows, the stone door opened, and a group of green-skinned orcs came out fiercely. The prisoners did not want to be killed, so they fought back.

"Stop it all, I'm here to find someone."

Downton shouted, but he didn't know the name of the orc who died in the battle, so no one paid any attention to him, which made him extremely depressed.

Homer opened the war space, and the bone dragon flapped its wings and flew out, spraying out a breath of dragon breath, blocking the attack of the orcs. Fortunately, he did not intend to kill anyone, otherwise at least half of these orcs would be lost.

"Who is the chief here? Come out and speak. I was entrusted to save a half-orc mother and her son." Downton roared.

Threatened by the bone dragon, all the orcs on the opposite side ran back in a hurry, but still no one answered.

"I, Di Polo, am so difficult to communicate with!"

Downton had no choice but to chase after him. As a result, this move immediately aroused hostility, and another crossbow arrow was fired at him for sniping.

"Ma Lebi, don't worry, let's kill a group first and then talk!"

Downton couldn't stand it anymore and was about to throw the Storm Hammer to clear the area when a rough voice rang out, "Human, what are the names of the mother and son you want to save?"

Downton hesitated for a moment, but still did not say anything. Seeing that the orcs had not been restricted from freedom, they should be slaves, loyal to Mata. If they reported on it, or captured the mother and son as hostages, it would be troublesome for the next actions.

.(To be continued..)
Chapter completed!