Murphy is a black man, 33 years old, and his occupation is a painter, well, to be exact, the original occupation was a painter.

Now Murphy no longer has to wear the paint-stained overalls and deal with the industrial paints that are full of toxic gases every day. Now Murphy, three meals a day are provided by special personnel, all kinds of food and wine are served uninterrupted every day, living in a room comparable to the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, wearing a variety of brand-name clothing and leather shoes, as long as he needs, those young model stars who Murphy never dared to think of before will be like the cheapest prostitute on the street. The women were stripped naked and showed up on his bed, and Murphy didn't even have to think about how much to pay the women.

As a second-class citizen of the United States, Murphy, who has tasted more than 30 years of humble and poor life, is so satisfied with everything now, so satisfied that sometimes he wakes up in the morning and feels that he is dreaming, even if he still has a beautiful woman in his arms.

Thinking of those of his own color, Murphy was glad he had found the life-changing ring while painting the roof of an old factory.

Through his experience of participating in street fights since he was a child, Murphy quickly made his mark in the world of Ntagre, and was subsequently recruited by the Gors Mercenary Group and became a member of the mercenary group.

Because of his courage to fight, Murphy, who is an orc, was lucky to take up the profession of berserker, and there is a growing trend towards berserker, which made Murphy quickly attract the attention of the mercenary group higher-ups, and finally recruited him as a core member, and gave Murphy the life he dreamed of in reality.

Now, as the team's main attacker, Murphy (the black man's character in the game is also called Murphy) is walking through the vast desert with the leader of the Gors Mercenary Regiment, hoping to find the next oasis to soothe their tired and thirsty bodies.

A cloud of sand rose in front of them, and a few moments later, an orc scout riding a giant gray wolf ran back from a distance.

If memory serves, Murphy remembers that two hours ago, the scouts sent out by the team were two people, and now only one person has run back, and it is clear that these poor scouts are just as bad luck as the other day.

Soon, the returning scout jumped out of the giant wolf and reported the situation to Gores, the regimental commander who was walking at the front of the group, and Murphy saw the regimental commander take out a map from his arms, pointed at it for a while, and then stuffed this simple map with only a few small black dots back into his arms, turned around and walked towards his subordinates who walked in formation behind him and said: "Cheer up, there are still thirty miles ahead of you is an oasis!" ”

"Oh God! Finally found the oasis! The orcs, scorched by the scorching sun, cheered weakly, as if the whole team had moved a little faster because of this hope.

"Commander, where's Russ?" Perhaps because with the change of life, Murphy likes to imitate the words and deeds of the regiment leader Gores, in the eyes of this black man, whether in the game or in reality, this white group leader who is not yet twenty years old is undoubtedly a successful senior person, so Murphy did not cheer like those guys, but asked Gores in a low voice.

Gors, who is a shaman, shook his head: "Forget Russ! Let's keep going! ”

So Murphy stopped asking, and it was clear that poor Russ had fallen victim to another victim of this terrible desert.

After pouring a few mouthfuls of water from the water bladder he was carrying, Murphy carefully hung the shriveled bladder back on his belt, the little water left in the bladder was the most important thing in Murphy's body, in his opinion, even the potions and equipment in the backpack were not as important as the water dangling in the bladder at this moment.

"Jamie, Kargan, you two go find your way!" Gorns waved the returning scout to follow the group, and called out the names of the two men.

The two orc players whose names were called walked out of the group with desperate expressions, summoned their mounts, and reluctantly ran in the direction that the scouts had returned. All the people in this team, like Murphy, are enjoying a life that they have never imagined before, so they know that any negativity and mistakes will cause them to lose this heavenly life and return to the hellish situation they used to be.

As the leader of the team and the head of the Gorse mercenary group, Gorns knew how everything in his hands came from.

The famous American company Melman Group needs such a team, so it will support him to set up a mercenary group, and spend a huge price to provide him and the good men in the mercenary group with such favorable living conditions. And now, the Melman Group needs some kind of technology in the hands of that mysterious organization. Gors, on the other hand, could not resist any decision of the Melman Group, even if it was for him to enter the Jeremanca Desert with the entire mercenary group.

Although, in Gores's opinion, this decision is simply stupid and could not be more stupid.

Less than three days after entering the Jerimana Desert, more than two-thirds of the entire team fell halfway, and the harsh environment and terrifying monsters made everyone live in fear every day, especially the members who served as scouts, as if they were named by death.

In fact, serving as a scout in this hot desert is indeed no different from being favored by death, so far, all the suitable scouts in the mercenary group have died, and Gors has to let those members with less strength go up, which also makes the scout more dangerous.

Fortunately, according to the map, the oasis that the scout who came back just now should be the Digoa Oasis in the Jerimanca Desert, where they can repair for a while, and this oasis is not far from their destination, if all goes well, it may only take another day to reach the ruins.

The twenty or so orc players dragged their heavy steps in the direction of the Digoa Oasis, and even Murphy had already taken off all his heavy armor and handed it over to the person in the team who was responsible for carrying supplies. As the main combatant of the mercenary group, he had this right, and if he didn't, he felt like he would die of dehydration like the guys he did two days ago.

If someone attacked this team at this time, there would undoubtedly be great results, and these orcs had only a thin linen coat on their bodies, which could not even be called equipped, and could not provide any help to their defenses.

Gores, who is at the forefront, of course, knows that this situation is very dangerous, not to mention that someone attacks, even if he encounters a lone yellow sand monster, the team he leads must rely on someone to go up, so that others have time to wear equipment to fight, but if these subordinates are kept wearing equipment, not to mention the dehydration and physical exertion that it brings, once they die, the risk of losing all the equipment they are wearing is not something Gores dares to bear.

Along the way, for this reason, the Golls mercenary group has lost at least more than 100 pieces of excellent equipment, you know, these are all equipment that Gores spent a lot of gold coins and time to collect, and the worst has a green excellent level, and once the player who uses these equipment dies, these equipment will not have time to be recovered (in many cases, there is no way to even leave the corpse, such as being swallowed by sandworms), even if some are barely recovered, it will continue to increase the overall weight of the team, As a result, Gorns had to abandon a large amount of equipment to keep the team going.

This situation is not something that the Gorns have to deal with, due to the extremely dangerous nature of the Jeremanca Desert, there is no race or force here that has set up supply depots or camps, and even the goblins have abandoned it. Once you die here, in addition to the loss of soul energy and experience, you also have to risk the destruction of equipment, and every player who enters the Jerimanca Desert has already carried all kinds of supplies, where is there any extra weight to pick up the equipment dropped by teammates.

Therefore, in terms of equipment loss alone, the Jeremanca Desert has invisibly consumed a large number of high-quality excellent equipment, plus the players who died in the desert are all masters of various mercenary groups, guilds, and even individual players, and the loss of experience and level will undoubtedly make the strength of these high-level players suffer a great loss.

But Gorns was not in the mood to think about such a thing now, and after walking for hours in the desert in the scorching sun, if it were in reality, Gorns must have felt that he must be crazy.

After trekking for nearly two hours, and losing three more men along the way, Gors arrived at the Digoa Oasis with the rest of his team.

As soon as he saw the greenish lake in the center of the oasis, Gores could no longer stop the impulse of these orc players, who had been tormented by thirst and fatigue for hours, jumped into the lake without grace, gulping down the sweet water of life, and soothing their fatigue with these cool lake waters.

However, before they could have had enough of this rare good time, a sudden attack occurred.

"Ahh Monster! Monster!!! Who, who's going to save me! "As if caught by something, an orc flipped madly at the lake as it ran toward the center of the lake.

Gores, who was pouring water into the water bladder, immediately looked up, he thought someone had sneaked up, but no matter how he searched, he couldn't find anything nearby, only the crazy subordinate who was dancing towards the center of the lake like a one-man show.

"Come back, Primman, stop, idiot, there's the middle of the lake, damn it, Fair, South Lille, bring that idiot back!" Gores roared angrily, trying to stop the orc from going to the center of the lake to find death, you know, the water depth in the middle of the lake is at least more than three meters, if it is under normal conditions, then Gores will not have any worries about that idiot, but if that idiot is in a state of madness, there is no way to swim well, then the only end is to drown in the middle of the lake.

Gores never wanted to lose one of his men so inexplicably, so he immediately asked the two closest men to rescue him.

But the strange thing is that when the two orc players named by Gors were chasing after the crazy Primman, they suddenly went crazy like they saw some terrifying monster and ran towards the middle of the lake together.

At this moment, no matter how sluggish Gores was, he knew that there must be a ghost in it.

However, before he could find a way to save the three crazy men, the other men who were replenishing water in the shallows of the lake also began to go crazy one by one, either holding their heads and screaming as if they were being chased by the enemy, or as if they had seen an enemy who did not share the sky, they drew their weapons and slashed at their companions.

Poor Murphy was not spared, although he did not jump directly into the lake like the others, but the orc berserker had also drunk the lake water from the lake before, and was now rushing towards the nearest Gores with two axes in his hands with red eyes, apparently thinking that he was some kind of monster.

"Damn the monster, don't try to hurt my mate!" Murphy shouted slogans full of a sense of justice, but he waved the weapon in his hand in an orderly manner, attacking Gors.

Gorns used the totem staff in his hand to fend off Murphy's attacks while chanting a spell, preparing to use the totem of sobriety to restore the big man to normal.

When he finally finished chanting the incantation, a pale green totem condensed by elemental power appeared beside Gores, and firmly stuck it on the ground, Gores saw a white thing flash from a bush in the distance out of the corner of his eye.

What is that? White, pointy stuff? Looks like, like ears?

It was Gores' last conscious consciousness, after which he knew nothing.

When he was resurrected from the graveyard and returned to the mercenary group's rented location in Orgrimmar, the situation began to improve, and Gors had to accept the annihilation of his team.

What was particularly discouraging to him was that the entire mercenary group, a team of more than two hundred people, could not even see the ruins of Shasar as the target, and failed, especially the strange situation in the Oasis of Digoa, which made Gors have a deep fear of the Jerimanca Desert.

At this moment, in the Digoa Oasis, where Gores fell, a rabbit-eared girl dressed in a maid's costume was squatting there, gently slashing the dagger in her hand across the ground where the sober totem had been inserted.

After digging out the soil about five centimeters underground and looking at it for a while, Yakumo Lan frowned, took out a pair of gloves from his backpack, put them on his hands, walked to the lake, and took a bottle of lake water with a small reagent bottle.

Raised the bottle full of lake water to her eyes and looked at it for a while, and shook it, Yakumo Lan was still confused, and finally, she opened the cork, and after hesitating for a while, she stretched out her tongue and licked the lake water inside.

More than ten seconds later, the originally erect rabbit ears on the top of Yakumo's head hung down weakly, and her eyes slowly began to blur, seeing that she was about to step into the footsteps of the group of unlucky orcs, the dagger that Yakumo Lan had been holding in her hand was slammed into her thigh.

The sharp pain finally brought Yakumo's consciousness back into his body, ignoring the blood gushing out of the wound, Yakumo Lan carefully recorked the bottle, put the small bottle of lake water into his backpack, and then took out a bandage to bandage the wound that had been stabbed by himself.

After the wound was bandaged, Yakumo Lan took off the maid outfit, took out a set of leather armor equipment from the backpack, and quickly put it on, and finally, the charming and lovely maid was gone, replaced by a murderous warrior.

Yakumo Blue's heavily armed body shook in place a few times, and the original appearance and shape of the equipment slowly began to blur, as if a drop of ink had been dripped into the water tank, and Yakumo Blue's entire body gradually began to spread out, until it completely merged with the surrounding background color.

[Bloodline Skill: Mimic]!

As a moondancer with a cunning rabbit bloodline, Yakumo Blue can attack head-on like a warrior or sneak attack and assassinate like an assassin, and if anyone thinks that this girl with cute rabbit ears is easy to bully, then he will definitely regret it.

"Voodoo Warlock Remnant Willow, let me weigh you!" A whisper came out of the air, and the Digoa Oasis returned to calm, leaving no trace of anything but the orc corpses floating on the surface of the lake.