The Eastern Kingdom Continent, the Eastern Plague Land.

Oscar rode his black goat, wielded the Dust Bringer, and slashed the last ghoul that lungled at him.

The prestige of the fiery landlord spread throughout the plague lands of the east and west...

Now, even the High Lord of the Ashes, Mograine, knows that there is a dwarven adventurer with a similar title and weapon name to him, 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 captured and brought back to Stormwind City, where he met the Titan Divine Venerable.

Lord Divine Venerable was very curious about this dwarven adventurer who had a strange experience and threw Deathwing with goat feces, while Sylvanas on the side 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. At parting, the Titan also gave Oscar a makeover to the Dust Bringer, and when Oscar wielded the weapon, it would set off a sandstorm around him, increasing the Dwarf's strength and speed.

So the elated Oscar rode up the goat, waved the weapon in his hand, and dragged away with a long sandstorm...

Stormwind City's sweeping aunt is stunned, this bastard who destroys the environment should be hanged! The street that has just been swept is in a mess at this moment.

Later, he was received by the Titan Gods, and the famous Oscar returned to the north. There is now a plague everywhere, and there are even more bounties for the undead, and it is a bounty paradise for adventurers from all walks of life.

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

This is a small town in the middle of the Eastern Plaguelands, and it is now empty, and the townspeople have either become undead or have been eaten by the undead.

After walking around, several fragile zombies and skeletons were killed, and Oscar walked out of town with a curse.

That's when he suddenly found a target!

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 startled, he was just passing by here to carry out his mission, but he didn't expect to encounter a while... Dust storm?

Does this sandstorm make biological sounds?

The plague of the sect still has this effect???

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 slowly fell to the ground clutching his chest, watching the sandstorm in front of him dissipate, and a dwarf appeared.

Oscar touched the human cultist's neck again, and the latter was instantly dead.

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

A vial of plague? What do you want this thing for? Throw it away!

Ten gold coins!

Huh? What is it?

Oscar pulled out a small black bag, which seemed to have something soft inside, still squirming.

Opening the puff of the bag, a cute, chubby, fleshy little thing with a body as white as jade slowly crawled out.

A fat maggot.

This white fat maggot is still in its infancy, but it seems to be very intelligent. It lifted the side of its mouthparts and shook it towards Oscar, presumably in greeting.

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

Is this man sick on horseback!!

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 thinks he understands what this fat maggot is trying to say, this maggot is not ordinary!

I also thought that I was the chosen one, the bearer of the Dust Messenger... Don't... This is also a meeting of fate!?

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 will 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 around the fire-colored big landlord, one was as white as jade, and the other was a very unusual fat maggot at first glance.

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!

In the inn of the northern continent, a dwarf sat at a table in the lobby of the inn, eating and drinking, and a small plate with various meats in it. Sometimes it's steak, sometimes it's a variety of pork and chicken chops. A fat maggot was rolling around in the steak, like a shark swimming in the ocean, and a good steak was drilled by Mr. Fat Bug in a short time.

Oscar suddenly became more famous.

But now that no one laughs at him or satirizes him, Oscar is no longer a nameless little adventurer who just started out. But they accepted the Titan's reception and affirmation, and helped him transform his weapon!

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 considered by the people around him as a meaningful move, 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, isn't he? he raises maggots ??? extravagantly ???with steaks," a new adventurer, the rookie, told the truth with a shocked look on his face.

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

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

Oscar squinted at the flattering human adventurer, 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.

"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 Lands, you may be able to find the endless treasure buried by the Undead Scourge!"

The adventurers' eyes were immediately red, and they rushed up, glaring fiercely at Mr. Fat Bug, as if they wanted to keep the appearance of this maggot in mind.

"Go and look for it, adventurers, there may be such holy maggots everywhere in the plaguelands!"

Oscar was content to eat and drink the food and liquor that the adventurers had honored, and his mouth was constantly making things up.