Pan Long lay on the blanket, pondering how to kill the dragon.

Strictly speaking, the Wyvern is only a "wurm", much weaker than a real dragon - legend has it that a true dragon is a great creature that can rival the gods, and even if the Demon King comes in his true form, he may not be able to defeat it.

Pan Long didn't know how strong the real dragon really was, but he was sure that the zombie wyvern was infected by the power of the demon world and was stronger than the ordinary bipedal wyvern.

The biggest difference between the two sides is the defense

Ordinary bipedal wyverns are more flexible, but after all, the body is flesh and blood, and injuries can be painful, bleeding, and fractured...... Even if you don't get fatally wounded, even if it's just a constant bleeding, you can die.

But the zombie wyvern won't, it has already died once after all, it's just that it didn't die completely enough. This slows its movements and decreases its strength, but it doesn't care about pain, it doesn't care about bleeding, and unless it can hit the vital point, all kinds of injuries can only weaken it little by little, and it can't cause serious consequences immediately.

Not to mention, after zombification, its already tough skin and flesh have become harder, not to mention ordinary swords, even if a cavalry charge, it may not be able to pierce it with a single shot.

It probably takes a cavalry of Pan Long's level, armed with a pure steel magic strengthened spear, and riding a mixed-blood, high-headed horse that can knock ordinary heavy infantry into the air when it charges, so that it can be stabbed with a single shot with the power of the charge.

In this forest, it is obviously impossible.

If nothing else, where did Pan Long find such a horse and a gun?

So he had to change his mind and fight head-on, but he really couldn't beat it.

He pondered for a long time, and then began to look through his three character panels to see if they could help.

When his gaze fell on a skill, he stopped.

"Sword & Sorcery" character panel, Rogue class system, trap skills.

There are three such skills, which are "Detect Traps", "Set Traps", and "Disarm Traps".

Set traps!

Pan Long's eyes gradually lit up, revealing a somewhat sly smile.

"This can be had, hunting, it's normal to use traps......"

The next day, he began to set traps in the forest.

Considering the huge size and amazing defense of the zombie wyvern, he didn't get those small traps at all, all the traps were stupid and black, with a hairy style, and he paid attention to one word.

Mangal!

Anyway, the target is big and doesn't move fast, so why think about anything delicate or fast?

It's good to just go for power!

This makes trap design much simpler.

What bow and arrow throwing knives, ignore and ignore, what turn the board and trap it, do not do it, nail board rolling stones, spear throwing knives, gear nets...... None of these are done.

From beginning to end, he only made one kind of trap.

Stake stab trap.

When activated, this trap throws a stake over and crashes it into an enemy. If you sharpen the head of the stake, the power can be greatly increased.

It's not suitable for the average master, as it's a bit slow to launch - after all, the stake takes take a while to fly. The masters are not blind, and they can hide from it.

But it was just right to deal with the zombie wyvern.

Its movements are sluggish, and its body is very large, no matter how you look at it, it belongs to the category of high-quality live targets.

And most importantly, after zombification, its already unintelligent brain became dumber.

Pan Long believes that as long as he tries to pull the hatred, the zombie wyvern whose brain may have turned into jerky will definitely concentrate on chasing him, and will never think of such a trivial thing as avoiding traps.

Of course, the effect of these traps on it is not estimated to be very good.

Wood is just wood after all, even if it's heavier, it flies faster, and the tip is sharpened......

"Maybe it could have an unexpected effect, right?"

Pan Long was busy talking to himself at the same time.

He wasn't sure how effective his trap would be, but ...... There's no better way to do it anyway, and there's nothing to lose by trying.

The speed of that zombie wyvern is not fast, and if he runs with all his might, he should be able to get rid of this guy.

Since it's not life-threatening, why not give it a try?

From the end of July to the middle of August, Pan Long was busy setting traps. He has set up more than a hundred traps on Black Skull Island, and if that stupid hat wyvern really crashes into it one by one, I believe that no matter how high its defense is, it will be hit to death!

No matter how iron your head is, it is also a head after all! Even if you practice the thirteen levels of the Golden Bell Jar, the copper head and iron forehead are comparable to the great god of Chiyou, you can't still practice kung fu to the neck!

More than 100 wooden stakes can hit your head directly into your chest!

If that guy didn't die like this, Pan Long would admit it.

You are ruthless! Lao Tzu admitted.

When everything was ready, the time had come to August 17.

During this time, everything was normal on Black Skull Island, and the "evil people who broke the seal" that Pan Long had been guarding against never appeared.

Of course, this is a good thing, and being able to kill the Demon King's watchdog before dealing with the mastermind behind the scenes, how can it also weaken the power of the Demon King's side.

Isn't victory just something that accumulates little by little?

August 18, fine.

Pan Long strode through the much safer forest and came to the seal in the center of the only forest.

The purple miasma around the seal had thinned out a lot, far less dense than before.

In the past few months, Pan Long has almost wiped out all the powerful monsters on Black Skull Island, and is still purifying the miasma here. Although the speed of his purification was not fast, he persevered, and finally saw the effect.

If it weren't for the fact that the land here had already been impregnated with miasma, and some low-level monsters could be born out of thin air, this forest would have been considered a relatively safe adventure area.

Now, he's going to destroy the last powerful monster here.

His gaze was not far away, a boulder almost as tall as the three of his men.

It wasn't a stone, it was a two-legged wyvern lying still.

Around it, the ground was full of cracks in the dirt and stones, and there were many deep scratches, all of which were left by Pan Long's previous attempts to test it.

After several times of probing, Pan Long had roughly figured out its movement rules and warning range, and now the position where he was standing was outside this guy's warning range.

Going through the plan of action in his mind one last time, and making sure nothing was missing, he raised his left hand.

A white ball of light floated from his palm and rested above his head.

Once the illumination is released, it immediately begins to purify the surrounding miasma. And the breath of light energy was quickly transmitted, and it was sensed by the zombie wyvern lying on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the behemoth, lying on its stomach like a stone, jumped up, raised its head to the sky, and let out a deafening roar.

Its roar was so violent, centered on its head, the miasma formed the shape of radiation, and a circle of shockwaves that were clearly visible to the naked eye roared out, sweeping around in an instant.

The shock wave sent smoke and dust rising from the ground, trees rattling, and branches and leaves falling to the ground. Although Pan Long was separated from it by a distance, he was also shocked to lean back, and it took a little effort to stabilize his footing and not staggered back.

If ordinary people came to crusade against it, this roar alone could make the ranks of ordinary soldiers fall to the ground and collapse!

After the zombie wyvern roared angrily, it rushed straight towards Pan Long.

Of course, Pan Long had already prepared, and before it could rush over, he had already turned around and ran towards the woods.

He wasn't running very fast, just a little faster than the Zombie Wyvern, making the beast feel like "I can catch up with it if I try harder". So the zombie wyvern roared and strode forward, with a rumbling sound, chasing after him, trying to catch up with him and tear him apart in one bite.

The forest is densely wooded, and Pan Long, who has already surveyed the road and even simulated running several times, will certainly not be affected. But the zombie wyvern was huge and unprepared, so he ran a few steps before crashing into a big tree.

The thick trunk suddenly became crooked, and with a little force, it tossed the fallen trunk aside and continued to chase after it.

Not long after, as the distance was getting closer, the wind suddenly whistled, and a tree trunk as thick as a man whizzed from the side and hit its waist and ribs. The sharpened tip was like a chisel, slamming down on its scales.

With a muffled thud, the scales scavenged violently, but they were not able to bounce back up.

The zombified body, though stronger, loses the vitality of flesh and blood.

But the effect of the trap ends here, it can directly nail ordinary people into a dangerous trap, and there is no way to even break the flesh of this giant beast.

The zombie wyvern roared in anger and stomped on the broken trunk of the fallen tree, looking around angrily.

It then saw that the little guy with the divine energy it hated most on his head was slowly leaving.

Immediately, all that was left in its mind was the thought of "chasing him and killing him", and everything else was put aside.

Anyway, the trunk didn't pierce its body, so compared to the damn light energy, it was nothing?

So the wyvern roared again and continued to rush towards Pan Long.

Pan Long had already stopped just now and looked back nervously.

He knew that the key to his plan was this first trap, and if the zombie wyvern could ignore the first trap in order to chase him, then it would form a mental inertia in its mind, and it would also ignore the next trap.

But if it doesn't, it means that his plan has failed, and he has to find a new way.

The moment the zombie wyvern stopped, he felt his heart go to his throat.

Fortunately, the zombie wyvern finally chose to continue chasing him, which was in line with his plan.

Seeing the big man chasing after him, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to escape.

A rumbling sound echoed through the trees, interspersed with the muffled sound of a trap successfully hitting a zombie wyvern, and the roar of the beast as it was attacked.

But just as Pan Long expected, when the zombie wyvern chose to hunt down Pan Long for the first time, its originally unintelligent mind formed a mindset, so that when the trap hit it later, its reaction was much smaller than the first time, and then it simply roared in annoyance, not even bothering to look at it.

Little did it know that it was going to perish step by step. 8)