The entire Forge camp is housed in the hollowed out mountainside.
Except for the extremely wide hall in the central living area and the foundry area, the rest of the area is a series of stone corridors. In such a complicated and narrow passage, it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to find an enemy who slipped into it.
The two native wizards who entered with Greem did not continue to advance, but stayed in the waste dumping area, where they relied on the narrow passage to fight with the guards who rushed in.
It was precisely because of their existence that the camp commander focused most of his attention on the rear. Before the central area was threatened by the enemy, the camp commander obviously wouldn't be so decisive in alarming the shining knights above.
And this undoubtedly provided Greem with an opportunity to fish in troubled waters!
The tunnels running in and out of the entire Casting Demon camp are very dense and complicated, which allows the camp commander to easily realize the transfer of troops. But at this moment, it also provided Greem with great convenience.
Combining the topographic map of the casting camp provided by the Prophet Marth and the chip's high-speed and efficient battlefield information collection system, in Greem's mind, the enemies that appeared in his perception were all marked one by one. Under the command of the chip, Greem shuttled through these stone corridors, using the dazzling branch roads and shadows to avoid the teams rushing to the rear, and quickly advanced to the entrance of the camp.
He may be able to avoid ordinary mobile guards, but he cannot avoid the sentry guards who stick to the pass.
Encountering such an enemy, Greem, who was striding forward, chose to rush through. When he suddenly appeared in the area illuminated by the torch from the dark corridor, before the sentry sent out a warning, the terrifying stream of flames hit their bodies.
There had never been a human warrior able to survive for 2 seconds in the terrifying stream of flames that Greem casually triggered. And such a short time is not enough for them to issue a warning.
So Greem strolled through the 3 mile-long stone corridor like a stroll in a courtyard, and arrived at the front entrance of the Casting Demon Camp.
In order to defend against the invasion of foreign enemies, it can also be said to be heavily guarded and heavily guarded.
And a stone corridor with a length of 100 meters is the only way to enter the caster camp, and on both sides of the corridor, there are many guard rooms and crossbow shooting ports. All materials and supplies transported into the caster camp must undergo strict inspections before they can enter.
It's a pity that all the defenses here are used to defend against outsiders.
Probably the guy who designed this tight bunker never thought that the enemy would come from inside!
When he got here, Greem no longer tried to hide anything.
Under the horrified gaze of everyone, his figure stepping out of the darkness quickly transformed into a terrifying Balrog, and then the lava fireballs burst like bullets in the long stone corridor.
The most direct consequence of such a high-density terrorist attack was that nearly half of the stone corridor was blown up and collapsed by him, and even Mingsu Mountain began to tremble slightly.
Seeing the rock crushed boulders that collapsed and blocked the passage, Greem turned his cannon fire without any worries, targeting the camp guards.
Amidst the bursting sound of crossbow arrows, countless camp guards shouted and rushed towards Greem, among them were a lawbreaker knight and three demon hunter knights.
It's a pity that the narrow terrain and the crowded crowd made it difficult for these people to get close to Greem's side for a while.
Greem didn't care about the clinking human warriors chopping the lava shield in front of him, but quickly concentrated his firepower. With 3 lava fireballs and 2 explosive fireballs, Greem easily killed the only guys who could pose a threat to him without even using the voodoo scroll.
The berserk elemental flames and the wanton splashing of magma turned the tunnel where the law-breaker knight and others were in into a lava hell. Many human warriors were burned to pieces by the flames and magma, turning into torches and running frantically in the crowd, calling for help.
It's a pity that no one can save them!
The rest of them couldn't even save themselves.
The human fighters surrounding Greem didn't even need him to do anything, as long as they entered the area covered by the flame barrier, they would all hold their throats tightly and pant heavily. However, with every breath they took, what they inhaled was the frighteningly hot air.
The scorching air made their trachea and alveoli burn like charcoal fire.
In the end, even the clothes on their bodies began to ignite spontaneously, and the swords and spears in their hands were red like fire, making their flesh sizzling.
The Balrog in Greem's incarnation didn't need any attacks, it just needed to walk quietly among them, and the camp guards fell down painfully one by one, clutching their throats tightly.
Where the Balrog passes by, everything turns to ashes!
Even the stone floor under his feet began to turn red and soften, and the fiery red magma rushed around, quickly turning his standing place into a lava pool-like area.
It wasn't until this time that the camp commander realized the critical situation. Unfortunately, in the face of an unscrupulous and terrifying wizard, the combat power left in the casting camp was simply not enough to stop the enemy's advance.
After Greem and the two native wizards met in the casting hall, the remaining hundred or so guards in the casting camp gathered in a corner of the hall, barely supporting themselves with the solid fortifications and rune crossbows.
The transformed wizard named Cobalt Blue tried to rush into the hall several times, but was shot back by dense rune arrows. After all, the territory is small, there is not much space to dodge, and they are extremely lacking in defensive witchcraft and witchcraft equipment, obviously they cannot withstand the opponent's intensive shooting.
With heavy steps, Greem's incarnate Balrog squeezed through the corridor with difficulty. After all, this is an underground passage, and the height of many places is far less than 4 meters, so it is extremely difficult for the Balrog to walk through it.
Seeing the terrifying demon form of the Balrog striding forward from the depths of the passage, feeling the suffocating scorching air, the two aboriginal wizards looked at each other, full of heartache for this evil wizard who came from afar. in awe.
Greem's fiery red pupils swept across the scarred bodies of the two, and nodded slightly: "Thank you, you two! Leave this to me!"
The cobalt blue wizard was about to open his mouth to warn the other party that there were still 4 spellbreaker knights and a dozen witcher knights in the hall, but the figure of the Balrog was slightly weakened, and the tall and terrifying body of the fire man had disappeared in front of them.
The next moment, a huge flame halo erupted among the densest crowd of camp guards, and the tall body of the Balrog also appeared in the dazzling flames.
Fire blast!
Flame Barrier!
The violent and ferocious flame wave instantly turned Greem's surroundings into a raging sea of flames under the boost of the double flame attack. The camp guards, who were able to resist stubbornly before, turned into burning men who were screaming in pain, screaming one after another, without any chance to fight back.
The only ones who could survive Greem's double attack were the Spellbreaker Knights and Demon Hunter Knights. Holding the energy shield in their hands, they braved the hurricane flame shock wave and rushed to Greem's side with all their strength. The rune sword in their hands turned into streaks of frost, breaking through the lava shield outside their bodies almost instantly.
But with this little buffer time, Greem lightly waved the flame scepter in his right hand, and an indomitable fire elf immediately appeared in the field. And the first thing it does is to complete its only job.
Self-destruct!
The self-detonation of a quasi-witch-level fire elf immediately brought terrible damage to the hall.
The stone floor at the foot of the corner of the hall they were in was shattered inch by inch, and the surrounding hard and solid stone wall surface was washed away by a three-finger thick layer by the violent flame shock wave.
As for the camp guards at the center of the explosion, there were no bones left in an instant, and not even a trace of incinerated fly ash could be found. And those demon hunter knights and lawbreaker knights who rushed to Greem's side vomited blood in pain and fell to the ground, and then were killed one by one by the explosive fireball shot out by Greem.
When the two indigenous wizards walked in from the hall with complicated expressions, the place had already turned into a terrifying hell filled with sea of flames and tumbling lava. And the enemy? Sorry, with their eyesight, it is difficult to find the residue left by the enemy!
The wizard's enemies are only spellcasters of the same level. As for ordinary mortals? They simply don't have the strength to confront wizards!
And Greem's strength has also improved.
From the trembling when he faced the law-breaker knights at the beginning of crossing the plane, to the unscrupulous slaughter now, Greem's use of fire magic has reached several levels, and he has gradually formed his own routine and style.
The violence and publicity of fire witchcraft are also becoming more and more prominent!
"Let's go, it's time for us to reap the fruits!" The Balrog's body shook a few times, and as the violent anger subsided and the lava on the surface of the body burst, the gentle and elegant man with the wise and mysterious temperament of an advanced spellcaster Greem is back again.
After he and the two indigenous wizards nodded, they took the lead towards the passage on the other side of the hall.
This is the central hall of the entire casting camp, and there are many passages leading to different areas from here. And what Greem went to was naturally the drawing room where documents and sheepskin drawings were stored.
Looking at Greem, who was lifting weights lightly, the two native wizards looked at each other again, their faces full of frustration and frustration. Both sides are Tier 1 spellcasters, but the difference in combat power is too great!
In the past, how powerful the evil wizards in the wizarding world were, they only realized from the few words of the Prophet Marth. But when the terrifying power of the other party was clearly presented in front of them, the shock from the soul to the body trampled their past pride and arrogance to the point of disgrace.
If the other party intends to use powerful strength to frighten them, then their hearts may feel better. After all, the opponent also cares about their strength! But precisely because of the other party's indifference, the hearts of the two indigenous wizards became more and more tormented.
Once upon a time, their existence was so ignored!
What is the difference between them now and each other's little followers
"Go to the drawing room to see if there is anything valuable! I'll go to the casting area to take a look. Maybe I can get some treasures!" The cobalt blue wizard covered his heart with his hands and grinned a few words, then wobbled Drilled into another passage.
The flamboyant wizard shook his head, and walked to the drawing room helplessly.