Floki falls from mid-air and sprains his ankle. In this experimental base, where dangerous creatures can appear everywhere, it is not a smart idea to carry the wounded with limited mobility. Fortunately, Floki's injuries were not serious, and he was able to return to action in a day or two.

Balin also needed some time to rebuild his model of witchcraft, and now that he had enough mana, some of the witchcraft that had been conceived long ago could be officially implemented.

This experimental area used by the monks to study the Higgs Cave is obviously a project that the monks attach great importance to, and there is a large amount of daily necessities stored here. The house where they had gathered before had been destroyed by monsters, so Luo Luo and the others cleaned up and found a room that should belong to the cafeteria.

In this dangerous place, it is undoubtedly the wisest thing to do when everyone gathers as much as possible. A fire pit was dug and a bonfire was rekindled. They also found clean quilts and other things from the monks' dormitories and spread them on the ground, and the nine of them arranged the task of taking turns to keep vigil and went to sleep.

After two days of rest, Floki's injuries were no longer serious enough to walk on the ground. After the nine of them got together again, they decided to go back to the central area to find the equipment to open the knight's heart.

The nine of them carefully compared the maps they had searched from here, determined their routes, put on brand new chain mail, carried witchcraft crossbows at their waists, carried steel shields on their backs, and carried the best weapons collected from here on one left and one on the right. The Vikings favored heavy weapons such as tomahawks and hammers, so only Balin had a sharp dagger at his waist.

Following the established route, the temple set out at dawn, and the outline of the temple was already faintly visible near noon. It's just that at this time it has been reduced to a ruined wall.

Walking into the ruins of the temple, the sound of human footsteps startled a number of small rodents to flee in all directions, and the rampant activity of these rodents showed that there were indeed no living people left here.

Again at the altar near the temple, which just a month ago was crowded with devout believers offering livestock and even the lives of living people to the priests. But now it is a desolate ruin. Perhaps many years from now, some adventurous young people will come here and marvel at this experimental base of the occult. I wonder what an amazing legend those young people will make up when they return from here?

Crossing the altar that seemed to be filled with the smell of blood, Balin and the others entered the central area that was originally heavily guarded by corpse puppets. The shattered corpses were already crawling with saprophytes, and a foul stench filled the air.

Balin retched and immediately pulled out a handkerchief to cover his nose. Looking at all this with disgust, Bahrain was a little worried about whether it had caused a plague? You must know that many saprophytes are immune to bacteria that are very deadly to humans, and the Black Death is one of them.

"Stand out first," Balin commanded, his mouth covered with a handkerchief, and in a somewhat sullen voice, the sparkle of witchcraft was already burning, and there was no doubt that fire was the most effective defense against most plagues.

The fireballs were still condensed one by one, but the color had changed to a dark green, and a distorted face appeared on these fireballs, like twisted fire spirits.

This is a new sorcery developed by Bahrain in conjunction with the Hellfire Godhead in the Wizard's Heart. With a wave of the wand, green fireballs distorted into the faces flew out. As if they had an independent consciousness, these flame spirits spontaneously pinpointed a corpse, and the green flames erupted, engulfing the corpse and then flying towards the next corpse.

The Flame Elves constantly fly out of the flaming sorcery glow of Bahrain, automatically hovering in the air in search of their target.

After devouring several corpses, the earliest flame spirits used the shattered souls contained in the corpses as fuel to continuously increase their size. The last one splits into two and splits into two flame spirits of equal size.

Soon, the corpses of the entire central area had been swallowed up by the Flame Elves and turned into a pile of gray dust. The fire spirits who had completed their mission flew back to Bahrain from all directions. The wizard intended to experiment with the newly developed sorcery, and with a thought, the fire elves gathered together to form a green flame giant that was more than four meters tall.

Barin stretched out his hand and pointed to a stone house in the distance, and the flame giant roared, turning into a huge fireball and charging towards it. A huge explosion sounded at the moment of impact on the stone house, and the entire stone house was blown up on the spot, and the stone chips flew all over the sky.

When the dust settled, only a huge pit remained, and even the surrounding buildings were cracked and crumbling.

The Viking warriors standing behind Bahrain were completely shocked and speechless, this is the sorcerer, the sorcerer who exists like a god. Can't a creature with such a terrifying power be called a god? Such a power is so powerful that it makes mortals despair.

Are tomahawks sharp, are shields strong, are they strong? Yes, these Vikings have them, but even the sharpest tomahawks can be broken by witchcraft, and even the strongest shields can be broken by wizards, so they can't be blamed for their resolute minds trembling under the will of wizards.

"Wizard?" Rollo, who had been with Bahrain the longest, finally said something tentative.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, just test out the newly developed sorcery. Okay, the body has been cleaned up, it's time to get to work. Bahrain's cleaned face smiled.

"Yes, my master!" said Rollo, who suddenly bowed very formally, and called out to my lord. Rolo is not stupid, and his ambition is no less than that of Bjorn, but he is better at hiding his true thoughts than he has been in a high position.

"Good!" said Balin, still smiling kindly, not recognising his true thoughts. Nodding slightly, he took the lead with his wand in hand.

The location of the laboratory where he needed to store the facilities he needed was well known, and he would go and work with the monks almost every day for a month here.

The human-faced fireball really lived up to Bahrain's high expectations, and there was no longer a single rotting ** that could be seen all the way forward, and the surrounding facilities should not have been damaged by the flame elves, the reason why it should be said should be because this place has really become a ruin, and it can only be roughly seen that there should be no new traces of destruction.

Looking around, it's a mess. Walking on the debris of a broken building, Bahrain struggled to recall the memories in his mind, trying to find the same place as his original memory. After walking for more than ten minutes, Bahrain began to wonder if the equipment could still be kept intact under such a level of destruction.

"The place we were looking for was a basement like this, with two stone statues at the entrance. But at this point, it seems that it is difficult to find the previous entrance!" Estimating the distance, Bahrain stood on a ruin, and roughly thought that the destination should be in this area. It's just that the entire ground has been destroyed and it is completely impossible to restore its original appearance, so they can only order the Viking warriors accompanying them to look for it separately.

"Found it!" Finally, more than an hour later, the voice of Viking River was heard in a ruin.