The Eastern Kingdom Continent, the Eastern Plague Land.

Oscar rode his armored black goat, wielding the Dust Messenger in his hand, and slashed the last ghoul that lungled at him.

The prestige of the fiery landlord has now spread throughout the East and West Plague Lands...

Now even the High Lord of the Ashes, Mograine, knows that there is a dwarven adventurer with a title and weapon name similar to his own, who is slaughtering the plaguelands.

Oscar has been very complacent lately, and the experience of this time can be said to be legendary among adventurers.

He still couldn't escape the pursuit of the Holy Cult Army, and was caught red-handed, handcuffed and brought back to Stormwind to meet the Titan God.

Lord Divine Venerable was very curious about this dwarven adventurer who had a strange experience and had attacked Deathwing with goat droppings, and as for Sylvanas standing aside, the female ranger glared at Oscar through gritted teeth.

After some conversation and laughter, Lord Shenzun gave Oscar some encouragement, and personally recognized Oscar's title as a fiery landowner.

Recognized by the Titans and the word of mouth of the adventurers, the nature of this is completely different, and the title of the fiery landlord is officially recognized by all national forces and has become an officially recognized warrior.

In parting, the Titan also gave Oscar's Dust Messenger a magical transformation, and when Oscar wielded the weapon, it would set off a sandstorm around his body, while also strengthening the dwarf's own strength and speed.

So the elated Oscar mounted his goat, waved his weapon, and dragged away with a long sandstorm...

Stormwind City's sweeping aunt is about to crack, this bastard who destroys the environment and the city's appearance, he should be hanged! The street that has just been swept is in a mess at this moment.

Subsequently, he was personally received by the Titan God, and the famous Oscar returned to the north of the continent.

There is now a plague everywhere, and there are even more bounty tasks for the undead, and it has become a bounty paradise for adventurers from all walks of life.

Oscar triumphantly recalls his recent saga as he kicks open a broken door, looking for the undead hiding in the room.

This is an ordinary town in the middle of the Eastern Plaguelands, which is now empty, and the townspeople have either become undead or eaten by the undead.

After wandering around, only to kill a few fragile zombies and skeleton shelves, Oscar walked out of town swearing again.

That's when he suddenly spotted a target, and it was a cursed cultist in a black robe!

Oscar immediately roared, brandished the Dust Bringer, and rushed over in a sandstorm.

The Cursed Cultist was also taken aback, he just passed by here to carry out his mission, but he didn't expect to encounter a while... Dust storm?

Does this sandstorm make strange noises?

The plague of the sect still has this effect? Even the wind has been undead?

The cultist had just drawn his staff, ready to disperse the sandstorm, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

A long dagger suddenly appeared in the sandstorm, and it stabbed him in the chest... And the long dagger seemed to be able to emit more sandstorms, pouring down the wound into his chest.

The Cultist of the Damned slowly fell to the ground clutching his chest, and the sandstorm in front of him slowly dissipated, and a dwarf appeared.

Oscar stabbed the human creature in the neck again, and the latter was instantly dead.

Then the dwarf began to move his hands and feet... Well... It's a flurry, looking for anything of value.

A bottle of natural plague? What do you want this thing for, throw it away!

Ten gold coins, that's great!

Huh? What is it?

Oscar pulled out a small black bag from the corpse of the cultist, which seemed to contain a soft mass that was still squirming.

Opening the pouch, a cute, chubby, fleshy, jade-white little thing slowly crawled out.

A fat maggot.

The white fat maggot was still in its infancy, but it seemed to be very intelligent, and it lifted the side of its mouthparts and shook it towards Oscar, presumably to say hello.

Oscar looked at the fat maggot in his hand and fell into deep thought.

This man is sick when he steps on a horse.

You take a black bag for a maggot!

It's still like a baby!

Is it sick!!

Yes?

Is it sick!!

Just as Oscar was furious and about to throw away the maggot, the fat maggot began to attack incessantly, and then shook his head at the dwarf, as if eager to prove something.

Oscar is smart, or at least thinks he's smart.

He thought he had read what the fat maggot was trying to say.

This maggot is not ordinary!

Then the dwarf remembered that he was the chosen one, the bearer of the Dust Bringer... Don't... Is this also a fateful meeting?

Oscar suddenly burst into a burst of secret joy, he was indeed one step closer to the road of the strong!

"Since you are not ordinary, then, you can follow me in the future and become my war pet partner. ”

The dwarf said to the fat maggot he was holding in his hand.

"You will be called ... Call... Yes, that's the name!"

So there was a small figure next to the fire-colored big landlord, which was a fat maggot that was as white as jade and looked very unusual.

Mr. Fat Bug is very edible and does not eat.

This made Oscar even more determined to think that this maggot is not an ordinary maggot!

Hotels in the northern continent have recently been seeing a dwarven adventurer sitting at a table in the lobby of the inn, eating and drinking, with a small plate of various meats on the table.

Sometimes it's steak, sometimes it's all kinds of pork and chicken chops, and a fat maggot rolls around in the steak, like a shark swimming in the ocean, and a good steak is soon drilled by Mr. Fat Bug.

Oscar suddenly became more famous.

But now no one will laugh at him or ridicule him, because Oscar is no longer a nameless low-level adventurer who has just come out to mix, but he has accepted the personal reception and affirmation of the Titan gods, and has also used his divine power to help him transform his weapons!

This world is such a straw egg, when a person mixes up, he will do any strange thing that is unreasonable, and he will be regarded by the people around him as a meaningful act, rather than a whim.

As a result, many adventurers began to lean up to inquire about the news with a flattering face, asking the fire lord the deep meaning of raising such a fat maggot.

"That dwarf is insane, he raises maggots, and he raises them extravagantly with steaks?" a rookie, a new adventurer, said the essence and truth of the matter with a shocked face.

"You know the! Oscar must have found something special about that maggot, or something that needed to be used. A veteran adventurer with a hundred battles next to him looked at this rookie with disdain.

The rookie suddenly realized, and he didn't know what he understood.

Oscar squinted at the flattering human adventurer beside him, took a glass of fine ale from him, and snorted a few times.

"I have a good eye, and I have discovered the extraordinary thing about my maggot. ”

The human adventurer immediately waved his hand modestly, but his face could not hide his pride.

"Where, where, I still have little experience, and I can't compare to an old predecessor like you, a big landlord. ”

"This maggot... What is so special about him ... He is special in that ... Well... As long as you get such a special holy maggot that grows in the plague land, you may be able to find the huge treasure buried by the undead natural scourge!"

When the surrounding adventurers heard this, their eyes immediately turned red, and they rushed up to Mr. Fat Worm to watch carefully, as if they wanted to keep the appearance of this holy maggot in mind.

"Go and look for it, adventurers, there may be such maggots everywhere in the plaguelands, and if you're lucky, you might be able to catch one. ”

Oscar was content to wipe out the food and liquor that the adventurers had honored him, and kept making up nonsense in his mouth.

The celebrity effect is so terrible.

Soon, there will be a massive maggot hunt in the Eastern Plaguelands, and no matter how ridiculous the reasons may be.

People always convince themselves to believe what they want to believe, don't they?

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