The fog was shrouded in the wasteland again, life was gone, and undead creatures roamed everywhere.

To the north of the moor is the remains of a village, with its dilapidated buildings and ancient totems that seem to tell a sad history. At this time, in this mist-shrouded ruin, there were constant obvious magical fluctuations, which could be felt even on the outskirts of the village.

"Master, the magician is already on his way back. The succubus said as he stood in the midst of the ruins. She is sometimes amorous and sometimes pitiful, as if to declare that no man can resist her charm.

"It didn't disappoint me. A hoarse and terrifying voice came from the mouth of the skeleton next to it, and the sound was like the friction of broken copper and iron.

This is not an ordinary skeleton, but a corpse witch, or necromancer. It floated slightly off the ground in midair, a pitch-black flame burning from the skeleton. It held a long, curved staff in its right hand, and black smoke continued to rise into the air, flying in all directions through the fog.

"It's time to get ready to welcome our guests. But maybe you should make him suffer a little more before that, which is a really interesting thing. Hahaha...... "The jaws on the head of the corpse witch parted up and down, and there was a creepy laugh.

"I am a little envious that he can be greeted by the Lord of the Wasteland himself. The succubus said, twisting his waist. Her purple-red pupils flickered, and her thin tail rattled twice in the air.

"Hahaha!" the Corpse Witch laughed even louder. He swung his staff out with all his might, and the black flames in his chest burned violently, even igniting the skull, and flames erupted from the dark eye holes. A strange spell sounded, and everything around them began to change.

The dilapidated and even collapsed houses have been turned brand new, the crooked and broken stone torches on the side of the road have all been erected, and the weathered red totem has been restored to its original appearance......

In the middle of the wasteland, a figure walked quickly. The sky was a little dark due to the fog.

The figure is none other than Vane. The zombies and skeletons around him kept coming at him, the groans of pain and the sound of bones grinding against each other made the roots of his teeth sore.

For ordinary zombies and skeletons, Vane can completely cope with it with the advantage of acceleration. But the occasional Cerberus and Gargoyle are not easy to deal with.

Cerberus usually appears in packs, with flexible bodies and sharp teeth, and will cooperate with each other to attack from all sides of their target prey. And Cerberus is not afraid, and tends to die when attacking.

There is no good way to deal with Cerberus Vane, so he can only quickly use the fireball technique to solve them one by one before they gather attacks.

The mental power was rapidly depleting, and Vane felt that his steps were a little vain, and his eyes were a little flowery. He rubbed his eyes, pinched his thighs hard, and continued to run forward.

Suddenly, a monster with fleshy wings landed a few meters in front of Vane.

The monster was gray and black, standing on its legs. It appears to be slightly shorter than a human, but has strong limbs and large bat-like ears.

Vane felt a pang in his heart, this undead creature he had seen in books was called a gargoyle. Gargoyles will use their huge wings to wrap their head and body tightly inside when resting or in danger, while quickly turning into a stone statue, at which point it is difficult for any magic to damage it. Moreover, it will quickly recover its strength and heal wounds in its petrified state, which is difficult for ordinary mages to deal with.

Instead of wasting his mana to attack the gargoyle, Vane bypassed it and continued north. The gargoyle saw what Vane was up to, and it immediately flapped its wings and flew up, screaming and flying towards Vane.

Seeing that the gargoyle was about to approach Vane, Vane suddenly turned around and aimed his staff at the gargoyle and cast the fireball spell that he had just begun to prepare.

The fireball spell collided with the gargoyle with a tail flame. But instead of being burned to a piece of black coal, as Vane had expected, the gargoyle turned into a gargoyle sculpture and stood on the ground.

Hell, this gargoyle is changing so fast! He didn't have time to think about it, he turned and ran forward.

The gargoyle was so fast that Vane could only keep his magic at bay. As a result, Venn's mental power was consumed more and more, and within a few minutes, there was not much left, and his steps became heavier and heavier.

After casting the fireball for the last time, Vane couldn't run. He collapsed on his legs, and the last thing he saw was the shadow of a gargoyle in the distance and the zombies and skeletons that were gradually surrounding him......

Half an hour later, the northern elven village.

"I felt those fresh souls, it was delicious...... So, never underestimate human beings, they are not as weak as they seem. ”

"Congratulations to my master, the strength of the army of the wasteland has grown stronger again. ”

"Hmph, do you think I care about that bit of rotten flesh and bones? That's what I need......

......

It was dark in front of him, Vane felt his headache split, his limbs seemed to be completely unconscious, and a hazy voice came from his ears.

"I ...... Didn't you die?" Vane opened his eyes weakly, and he found himself lying on a bed in a room.

"Big brother, you're finally awake!" a sweet voice sounded in his ears. Vane turned his head, and the girl he had seen before was looking at him with a happy face on his face.

"You saved me?" Vane tried to prop himself up on his hands, but the soreness in his arm made him give up on the idea for a while.

"You passed out not far from the village, and it was the village hunters who found you and rescued you. The girl's eyes were full of concern.

"I remember I fell in the fog and there were a lot of undead around me, how could I ......" Vane was a little puzzled as he found his sapphire staff intact beside him.

"Anyway, you're out of danger. Thank you, young man, for doing a great thing for our village!" said the old man with a smile on his beard, but his hoarse voice made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Vane didn't look happy. He frowned, answered and said nothing. Who are those white ghosts in the cave, and what is their relationship with the northern elves?

Just as Vane was thinking about how to voice his doubts, the old man's hoarse voice came: "Young man, a few young people about your age passed by our village just now......"

"What?!" Vane was startled and nearly jumped out of bed.

"Where are they now?" Vane struggled to sit up from the bed, his voice trembling as he looked at the old man with burning eyes. The excitement overwhelmed him, and he didn't ask why the people didn't wait for him and went to the north, or even ask about the details of the people.

"They just stayed for a moment and then continued north......"

"Thank you, I have to leave now!" Vane said with an excited expression as he interrupted the old man before he could finish speaking. He struggled out of bed, picked up his staff, and stumbled out the door.

"Big brother, you're not well yet, take a rest for a while. The girl persuaded, her tone full of concern, but there was a hint of a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you for taking care of me, but I really have to go to my friends. Goodbye!" Vane said as he walked to the door, waving his hand. The gloom on his face had long since been cleared, and he walked out the door.

"The place they went to was called the Glacier Temple, and you could see it through the forest to the north......" the old man's hoarse voice came from behind.

Vane's heart was like a flame, burning more and more. He quickly left the village and disappeared into the fog.

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