No! Nothing!

There was no one and no that disgusting excrement.

It's all gone, except for the rolling yellow sand, not even a single beggar's hair can be found!

Beggar Barosh, this old bastard has long since run away and can't even find a shadow.

"Holy!" Duang was so angry that he almost had a cerebral hemorrhage, what the is this called? In broad daylight, in the midst of the bright future, he was such a smart person, and he was actually cheated out of a gold coin by a level 300 NPC beggar!

Oh I'm going, what the...... Well, I guess no one will believe it.

There is no way, the beggar Barosh has disappeared without a trace, it is even more difficult to find him in this vast yellow sand than to ascend to the sky, Duang can only admit that he is unlucky, TMD, this dog's trial fantasy is really the same as in the real world, scum is rampant, and you can see that kind of faceless and skinless bitch everywhere......

Depend on!

Fortunately, for Duang, the loss of one gold coin was not too big, and it was still within his bearing, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and Duang walked out of the town of Valtu and headed north.

Scarab Altar!

It's about fifteen minutes away from the small town of Valtu, which is not too far, and according to the description of the plot, a legendary magician from more than 500 years ago is buried here.

The magician's name was Clinton, and his life was legendary, and it is said that when he was just born, he lost his left hand in an accident and became disabled. At that time, people had little sympathy for people with disabilities, especially such a child, Clinton was bullied since he was a child, becoming a waste and a cumbersome oil bottle in the eyes of others, and almost everyone thought that this child's life was like this. He will never do anything vigorous, and even he can't live like a normal person.

However, despite his physical disability, Clinton's mind was incomparably rich, because he saw a magician perform magic by chance, and from this time on, he was completely fascinated by this gorgeous magic.

He wants to be a great magician!

Enchanter?

Who has ever seen a magician without a left hand?

Do you want to be a magician if you are disabled?

When they heard about Clinton's dream, almost everyone laughed at him, thinking that he was too whimsical to be self-sufficient. I think this child is not only physically disabled, but also has a broken brain.

You know, if you lose your left hand, you won't be able to perform the necessary magic gestures, and you won't be able to cast many powerful magic spells. In other words, he will be destined to be deprived of magic for the rest of his life.

Everybody says so. Dig out your heart and use the most vicious language imaginable to mock him. ridiculed him, ridiculed him, and some well-meaning people advised him: "You better give up this unrealistic idea!" ”

It was in this environment that Clinton grew up, and that year, he was ten years old.

Finally one day. The ten-year-old boy made up his mind, came out of his house with five copper coins, and almost begged all the way to Bird City...... That is, in the trial of the illusion species. The largest main city in the world.

Thousands of hardships and hardships.

After countless inquiries and countless scoldings, he finally found Yorkson, the most famous great magician in Bird City, and he hoped to be favored by Yorkson, and then accepted him as a student.

Seeing this dirty little rice flower, Yorkson was first a little unhappy, as a big magician with status, the people he usually deals with are dignitaries, how can he have time to take care of a little hairy child who asks for food? Moreover, when he saw the empty sleeve of Clinton's left hand, he immediately drove Clinton out without hesitation.

He snorted and told Clinton, "You need talent to learn magic!" You don't even have a full body, what magic are you learning? , boy, stop dreaming. ”

Clinton was sad, sad and desperate, and the dream that had always supported him to live was ruthlessly shattered by Yorkson at this moment. But he was not reconciled, was his brilliant dream going to come to naught?

No!

After leaving the house, Clinton did not leave, but knelt heavily in front of Yorkson's house.

That night, it was pouring rain, but even so, Clinton did not leave.

This kneeling is a full three days.

He thought he would impress Yorkson by doing so, but he was wrong.

Yorkson's heart seemed to be made of iron, and for three whole days, he didn't even come to meet Clinton or say a word.

Hunger, weakness, and a high fever caused by heavy rain.

Just as the dawn of the fourth day was approaching, Clinton finally couldn't hold it anymore, his body shook, and a black shadow appeared in front of him.

He knew that he was going to fall, but he didn't know if he would wake up one day if he fell like this.

In this materialistic world, no one cares about the life or death of a little beggar, if he dies like this, what awaits him is the fate of being thrown into the wilderness.

Feed the dog!

In such a dehumanized world, people are even inferior to dogs......

And just as Clinton was about to lose consciousness and fall into a complete coma, a woman in a black magic robe walked up to him and said to him, "Son, come with me, I'll teach you magic." ”

In this way, Clinton disappeared from view.

No one knows where he went, no one knows who his teacher was, and no one knows what exactly he went through.

When Clinton reappeared in the limelight, it was ten years later, and by this time, he was already a great magician who could cast forbidden spell-level magic.

And the magic he has mastered is very strange, neither fire nor ice, but a very, very rare - undead!

Black magic!

And it's the least common of the black arts, summoning black magic!

According to the records, it was on the first night that Clinton reappeared in Bird City. Many people saw countless scarabs pouring into the house of the great magician Yorkson like a flood that opened the floodgates. The next day, it was discovered that the six members of the great magician Yorkson's family, as well as ten servants, had all died in their homes, and their body fluids had been sucked up and turned into dried corpses, and their deaths were extremely miserable.

Such a big thing, the death of a high-level great magician. This incident quickly caused a sensation throughout Asuka City.

After that, Clinton was wanted by the entire Bird City, as well as by the Wizards Association, and he continued to fight and be injured. Keep hiding, and keep killing people. In his last battle. He killed 16 high-level forbidden spell magicians in one go, as well as 22 archmages and 15 high-ranking knights, a terrifying record, but in this battle, Clinton was also seriously injured after being captured alive by the Wizards' Guild. Sentenced to death. But on the night of his death, his body mysteriously disappeared.

Some say that it was a mysterious woman in a black magic robe who took his body.

It is also said. He resurrected himself and left Bird City.

After that, a tomb appeared in the Vartu desert to the north of his hometown.

It was at this time that in the always peaceful and peaceful Vartu Desert, there were traces of scarabs.

These reptiles with black hard shells live and multiply in Clinton's grave, and generation after generation, with silent loyalty, guards Clinton's soul.

And every September, the day Clinton was executed, the scarabs would line up in the Vartu desert in a strange and obscure pattern, which, according to an old man, meant two words - revenge!

It is precisely because of this that people are accustomed to calling Clinton's grave the altar of the scarab.

What an interesting story!

As he walked, he saw a spire carved out of black rock on the scarab altar. At this moment, he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the thorn bush in front of him, and then an arm-long scorpion crawled out of it with its head and tail.

This scorpion is dressed in black and has a very vicious appearance, which is the target of Duang's operation: the black widow scorpion.

Hey, I just saw one, and it seems that my luck is good!

Duon found a suitable distance, chanted a spell, and then a fireball spell struck.

……

In general, this black widow scorpion is relatively easy to fight.

Although the defense is a little higher, the crawling speed is relatively slow, so as long as you are careful, there is not much of a threat.

It's just that the explosion rate is too low.

Du Ang hit more than 100 black widow scorpions in a row, but there were only twelve scorpion tails that burst out, according to such a burst rate, if you want to get fifty scorpion tails, you have to fight at least a few hundred black widow scorpions, which is really a cruel torture for a person like Du Ang who lacks patience.

"The designer of this trial illusion must be a good girl, phew!"

Duang scolded indignantly, shook his head, and continued to run towards the next black widow scorpion.

Hit a few more black widow scorpions, now it's okay, not even a tail has been lost, Du Ang wondered if his scolding words were heard by the designer? That's why you torture yourself in such a cruel way? Damn, the goods of the communiqué personal vendetta...... Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, Du Ang found that about ten meters in front of him, a huge scorpion crawled out of the thorn bushes.

Different from the appearance of ordinary black widow scorpions, this scorpion is actually a blood-red color, almost five times the size of ordinary scorpions, its two large pincer-like front paws stretch out and click, and on the long, curved tail in the back, there is a dark red stinger!

Sting Balai! Level 30 NPC

Du Ang is now level 12, and the level of this stinging person Balai is more than twice as high as him, and when he suddenly saw such a big guy appear in front of his eyes, Du Ang shrank in fright.

No way!

He hurriedly took out the strategy and looked at it.

According to the description on the guide, this is a powerful boss, in addition to super physical attacks, it will also release a poisonous gas with a strong rancid smell, splashed on the body, will cause fixed damage to the player with 30% of the total HP, and will also slow down the movement speed by 30% for 5 seconds.

It seems that this 30% damage is nothing, but the key is that the effect of that slowdown is disgusting, if it slows down, it will be caught up by the stinger Balai, and then its super strong physical attack power ...... Just come casually, even a level 30 shielded samurai can't carry it!

If you want to hit it, you must use a ranged attack.

Magic, or bows and arrows.

To be able to see Balai the Stinger here, Duon couldn't tell if he was lucky or unlucky, with his level, if he ran recklessly to fight it alone, he felt that he would die as badly as he could, but ...... Duang didn't want to miss this boss again. Because he checked it and found that when the vast majority of players have been promoted to level 30 or above, this boss has not been beaten yet.

It's still a chick!

No way!

What a chance to make a fortune!

Duon thought to himself...... (To be continued......)