The old king condensed the elemental scepter and waved it towards the camp. The mechanisms that had been arranged around it were activated, a big explosion occurred, and the green mist began to spread instantly.

"Your Majesty, I won't leave!"

The old attendant knelt on the ground.

"Okay, then let's die together!"

Looking at the servant who had been following him for fifty years, the old king finally smiled for the first time in this tortured back half.

"What's this?"

The soldiers saw fog everywhere, almost blocking their vision, and subconsciously held their breath. Unfortunately, it was too late.

As the mist was inhaled into the lungs, the soldiers coughed violently. After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, they felt tearing pain in their heads. Some people couldn't bear it and knelt down directly on the ground, hitting the ground with their foreheads.

, there are not a few people who have encountered death.

"How is this going?"

"Do you want to quit?"

"Wait, it seems that these poisonous fogs are useless to us?"

The ogres who entered the camp were frightened, but they felt a little relieved when they found that after inhaling the poisonous mist, there were no symptoms of those people. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!