Although the weather has entered summer, the north is still not warm - the northernmost point of Laika in West Brunswick has almost reached the northernmost point of the entire western continent. Although it is not very far from the sea, the weather is not as cold as the inland snowfields all year round, but it is also "four seasons like winter". To live here, a thick leather jacket is indispensable.

After all, this is a place where people can freeze to death in July and August.

In the north of West Brunei and the east of Leyton, the form of government is dominated by autonomous regions. The former is the way it is, and the latter is helpless - although the Republic of West Brunei can't establish a relatively strong and powerful ruling system, they can have a strong army. The Layton Kingdom once wanted to strengthen its rule over the eastern region, but soon gave up under the threat of political offensive and military force in West Brunei.

Of course, the biggest obstacle to Layton's rule was natural conditions.

The north is extremely cold, and only in some places with lower terrain and suitable environment can stable and long-term permanent residential areas be formed. For the people of the Northland, these permanent residential areas are oasis and paradise in the cold weather and permafrost. To occupy them, there must be strong force, as well as harsh means.

There is not a single force that can gain a firm foothold in such a place that is not fierce and good at fighting. King Leighton, who is far away from Emperor Tiangao, can get some taxes from them, or draw a small number of elite troops - as long as they can give money, the northerners don't care who they fight for. But if you want to truly rule them, it is obviously completely impossible.

And in this harsh tundra, there are many large and small wastelands - rather, it was originally a wasteland, but there are some residential areas scattered on the wasteland.

This vast wasteland is also the hiding place of many evil organizations. There are several hiding places like this in the Western Continent.

For example, the permafrost wasteland in the northeast of the Western Continent, the large snowfield in the northwest of the Western Continent, and the large swamp in the southeast... By the way, in fact, the grasslands and the Gobi... All in all, as long as it is not densely populated, there may be hidden unknowns. How many evil organizations.

In fact, even in densely populated places, there may not be no hidden evil organizations. The Wood family, which was "cleared" by the Necrons among the transmigrators not long ago, is a good example.

The panda was wrapped in a thick fur coat and led a thick fleece cow, looking like an ordinary northern adventurer walking alone in this wasteland.

Adventurers like him are rare. The permafrost wasteland is too dangerous, and people with insufficient strength are no different from dying alone. Even if the strength is strong, it is too risky to go alone - there are unforeseen circumstances, who can guarantee that they will not encounter any bad accidents?

In this desolate permafrost, once there is an accident, if you have teammates to help, you will die in nine deaths. Without teammates, you will die directly!

But Panda didn't mind this. The only thing he was a little worried about was the old cow, who was almost twenty years old.

Thick-velvet cattle are a unique breed in the North. They are not tall, but have good endurance, cold resistance and disease resistance, and do not need any concentrated feed. It is an indispensable right-hand man for adventurers in the north.

In fact, Panda doesn't need such a cow. There are enough supplies in his item bar, and his strong body doesn't need any mounts. It's just... The goal of his trip is to find a villain who likes to attack adventurers and destroy him. So it would be somewhat helpful to pretend to be an adventurer.

After walking on the wasteland covered by the shallow grass for about three or four hours, and seeing that it was almost midnight, the panda found a pile of stones that could barely shelter from the wind, lit a bonfire, and wrapped its body in a blanket, like a Like a normal adventurer, he seemed to want to rest.

He didn't rest for a long time when the newly bought old cow suddenly screamed in panic.

Panda sneered in his heart, opened his eyes, and stood up.

The black mist came from the south, and it only took ten seconds to completely cover the place. The fog was cold and heavy, with a disturbing necromancy. Affected by it, the bonfire that was still prosperous quickly shrank. Although it did not go out, the range that could be illuminated was greatly reduced, and the area that could be warmed was only two or three feet away.

The panda took the old cow and let it stop behind him, leaning on a big rock. He drew his sword and made a vigilant posture.

"Who!" he shouted in a somewhat stern voice, "who is pretending to be a ghost!"

In the dark fog, there was a gloomy laughter.

"Why are there always ignorant people who think the tundra wasteland is a suitable place to play?"

With that said, a knight in black armor with a horse and a man came out of the black fog, and through the mask, he could vaguely see the green flames beating in his eye sockets.

"Perhaps it is precisely because of the continuous flow of people like you that this land will gradually become prosperous..."

The black fog shook slightly, making his figure clearer. At this time, through the gap in the armor, it can be seen that there is no flesh and blood inside the armor at all, only a pair of skeletons.

And the group of high-headed horses he was riding, it was clear that only a pair of skeletons remained. I don't know how the skeleton of a mere pair of horses supports one person, one horse and two sets of full-body armor...

Panda did not panic, but laughed.

"I once heard that if you spend the night in the wasteland, the terrifying necromancer will come to you through the black mist-could it be that the legend is talking about you?"

"Perhaps, but this is meaningless to the dead." The knight replied, "After you die, if there is a chance to become a being similar to me, I can answer your questions."

Panda shook his head: "I didn't intend to die here. On the contrary, I'm here to find you."

"I can tell." The knight was not surprised. "There are always people like you who want to become famous by crusades against me. But they are all dead, and you are no exception."

"Whether it is an exception or not depends on your performance!"

The panda roared angrily and threw off the fur coat with a flick of his hand, revealing the full body armor inside. Divine power poured out from his body, turning the somewhat simple armor into a work of art like gold. And the long sword in his hand was so bright that it seemed to have turned into a golden lightning bolt in his hand.

"Graggst, I'm Panda from the Church of the Suffering God." Panda dashed towards the opponent, "I'll let you die today!"

In the face of the menacing paladins, the wanderers in the wasteland let out owl-like laughter.

In the next instant, he disappeared with the skeleton warhorse he was riding, just in time to avoid a sword from the panda's head.

Immediately afterwards, one person and one horse appeared behind the panda again, wielding a thick sword with a death rune, slashing heavily at the panda's body.

A sword also appeared on Panda's left hand, which was placed behind him, blocking the sword. But he was not able to completely resolve the power of this heavy sword, and he was still staggered and took several steps forward.

The Necromancer and his skeleton horse disappeared suddenly, and then appeared in front of the panda. The weapon in his hand turned into a spear, stabbing at the chest.

This is the usual method of "Wanderer of the Wasteland" Glagst. With continuous small-range teleportation, he avoids the enemy's frontal attack and launches attacks from behind. Even if he can't kill the opponent in one fell swoop, he can force the opponent to lose his balance. Next, the opponent must spend all his thoughts on guarding against the dark sword stabbed from behind, but he teleports to the front again and launches a violent attack.

With this trick, he killed powerful enemies more than once in just a few tricks.

But this time, his tricks didn't work.

Facing the fatal shot from the head, the panda actually dropped the sword in his hand and grabbed the barrel of the spear with his hands one after the other.

His strength is not inferior to the legendary necromancer, and even stronger than the other party. With brute force, he just grabbed the spear that was about to pierce his heart, preventing it from going any further.

Strength has always been the weakness of the undead race - after all, they only have a set of bones left, which is precisely the superior attribute of the bear. At the level of pandas, if they compete for strength, Graggst is really not his opponent!

The Necromancer didn't expect the opponent to have such brute force, and couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Since I stepped into the legend, I have rarely met anyone who can fight me with strength," he said.

"You met today." Panda replied.

"Well, it's interesting."

"Since you find it so interesting, then die with satisfaction!"

The golden light turned into a sacred flame and burned along the pale-colored spear. The spear cast from steel seemed to turn into cork soaked in kerosene and ignited at once.

Between the divine power and the undead power, it was originally so incompatible.

Graggst was not surprised by Panda's tricks - after confirming that Panda was a priest, he guessed that Panda would use such a method. As a undead who has lived for almost 1,400 years, he still has a good understanding of the methods of the clergy.

So the moment he saw the golden flames ignite, he immediately let go of the spear, one person and one horse disappeared again, and then appeared behind the panda, swinging the sword and slashing.

This trick is very simple, simple to the point of a little crude. But it was such a simple and crude trick, which made it a little difficult for the panda to cope.

"Sneak attack from behind" is always the most effective means of attack. Even if you know that the enemy will attack from behind, you can't protect your back well. This is something most creatures have no choice but to do. Unless he turns from a bear man into a jellyfish and can attack in all directions with dozens and hundreds of tentacles at will, he can only turn his body as soon as possible to avoid being grabbed by his opponent. .

Such a turn is not pleasant, nor is it easy. Fortunately, the panda's body is strong enough, otherwise, maybe just spinning like this would be enough to make him dizzy and finally fall to the ground.

Of course, the panda will not be dizzy, but he can't simply rotate all the time, but must constantly change the direction and position - he does not have the ability to see through the teleportation position of Gragst, and can only rely on himself to constantly change position to make the opponent move. Unable to seize a favorable position.

Graggst was equally uncomfortable. It was not that he had never played against a cleric, but it was the first time he had met a cleric like Panda.

The priests he met before, facing his elusive teleportation ability, were all subordinates' enchantments, which completely protected the surrounding area. Or launch a large-scale attack with divine power, trying to cover him in the attack range.

He is not afraid of such means, and he has a way to deal with it.

The only thing that saves power like Panda is just blindly circling with him, making it difficult for him to grasp the habitual position of "behind", which makes him a little uncomfortable.

Graggst is not a particularly strong Necromancer, except for his fantastic teleportation ability, he is lacking in other aspects. If you fight head-on, it is almost at the bottom of the legend of the martial arts department. If he can't rely on his special ability to gain an advantage, then he will be at a disadvantage in battle.

... Even if the opponent is not a legendary powerhouse, he is not willing to fight head-on, this is not his style.

So the two sides kept going like this. Almost an hour passed, and only the sound of footsteps was heard in the black fog, but the sound of weapons colliding was hardly heard.

"Hey! Are you just jumping around like a grasshopper!" Panda couldn't help shouting angrily, "Can't you just fight me head-on?"

"It's not necessary." Evil voices came from all directions, "I can teleport like this for a few days, and I will always wait until you are exhausted."

"Fuck!" Panda was speechless for this guy who had no strong demeanor at all.

After a while, he finally couldn't bear it any longer and made up his mind.

If the mountain does not come, I will go to the mountain. The new generation of white-hatted imams who have not followed through with me, "I am a glorious lo*ic*n", often have a mantra that is worth emulating.

So, he stopped abruptly.

The cold air came from behind, and Graggst suddenly appeared behind him, swinging the heavy rune sword, and slashing at his vest.

But this time, the panda did not dodge, but let the sword hit him. The powerful divine power condensed behind him, and although it was a little reluctant, it still blocked the sword.

At the same time, in his hand, a magic scroll suddenly appeared and burned to ashes in the blink of an eye. Several blue-light chains appeared from the direction of the scroll, completely wrapping the surrounding area.

Graggst was of course prepared for this. His armor glowed with purple-black light. When the blue-light chains encountered this purple-black light, it was like encountering something slippery. slid aside.

Panda was not surprised, but took out a second magic scroll.

Then, the third and fourth...

Gragst made a sound of surprise.

Soon, the chains of light trapped him.

Panda laughed and turned around, ignoring the sword that the opponent was cutting at him, and rushed forward, hugging the Necro Knight who had temporarily lost the ability to teleport.

Golden flames erupted from his body, burning roaringly,

When the sky was twilight, the black fog had already dissipated. The tired panda reappeared here. He looked at the old cow who survived by chance in the legendary battle, and at the mess nearby, and couldn't help laughing.

"The guy who deserves to die, why do you have to stay in the world! Just leaving when you should leave is the right choice!"