: Section 20: Mr. Fat Worm

Eastern Kingdoms mainland, Eastern Plaguelands.
Oscar rode his black goat, waving a messenger of dust, and chopped down the last ghoul who rushed at him.
The fiery-colored landlord's reputation spread throughout the plagued land of east and west. . .
Now even Ash Lord Mogleni knows that there is a dwarf adventurer whose title and weapon name are similar to him, and is killing in the plague land.
Oscar has been very proud recently. This period of experience can be said to be a legend among adventurers.
He still could not escape the pursuit of the Crusaders, was arrested and brought back to Stormwind City, where he met the Titan deity.
The Lord God is very curious about this strange dwarf adventurer who has lost the wings of death with goat feces, and Sylvanas staring at Oscar with his teeth gritted.
After some chatter and laughter, Lord God encouraged Oscar, and acknowledged the title of the fiery landlord. Before leaving, Titan also made a transformation to the dust messenger of Oscar. When Oscar wielded this weapon, it would set off a dust storm around him and strengthen the dwarf's power and speed.
The stunned Oscar rode on a goat, wielded a weapon in his hand, and dragged a long sandstorm away. . .
The sweeping aunt of Stormwind City is stricken, this environmentally dead dwarf should be hanged! The street just swept away is a mess at this moment.
Then was received by the Titan, and the famous Oscar returned to the north. There are now plagues, and the rewards for the undead are endless. It is a bounty paradise for adventurers from all walks of life.

Oscar thinking proudly of his recent experience, he opened a broken door and looked for the undead in the house.
This is a small town in the middle of the Eastern Plaguelands. At the moment, it is empty. The townspeople have either become dead or eaten by the dead.
After walking around for a while, they killed several vulnerable zombies and skeletons, and Oscar scolded him out of the town.
He suddenly found a target!
A cursed man in a black robe!
Oscar howled immediately, waving the dust messenger, and rushed into a dust storm.
The cursed believer was also startled, he just passed by here to perform the task, but did not expect to encounter it for a while. . . Sandstorm?
还会 Does this sandstorm make a biological sound?
The Martyr Plague still has this effect? ? ?
The martyrs had just withdrawn their staff and were about to disperse the dust storm, and suddenly they felt a pain in their chest.
Suddenly a long dagger emerged from the sandstorm, and there was a mess in front of his chest. . . And this long dagger seemed to be able to emit more sand storms, pouring into the chest along the wound.
The martyrs slowly fell to the ground with their chests covered, watching the dust storm in front of them, and a dwarf appeared in shape.
Oscar patched up again on the neck of the human worshiper, who died instantly.
The dwarf then started to move his hands manually. . . Ok. . . It was a mess, looking for anything of value.
A bottle of plague? What do I want this thing for! Throw away!
Ten gold coins! awesome!
Ok? what is this?
Oscar pulled out a small black bag, which seemed to have a soft mass inside, and was still squirming.
Opened the mouth of the bag, a cute, chubby fluffy, white body like a jade slowly crawled out.
Take a fat bun.
白 This white fat is still in its infancy, but it seems very clever. It lifted its mouth-long side and shook it towards Oscar, it should be saying hello.
Oscar looked into this fat holding in his hand and fell into deep contemplation. . .
This man is sick on horseback! !! !!
Take a black bag for one 蛆!
Also save it like a baby!
Isn't he sick? !! !!
what! ?
Isn't he sick? !! !!
When Oscar was so angry that he was about to throw away this cricket, Fei began to make constant attacks, then shook his head at the dwarf, and seemed to be anxious to prove something.
Oscar is smart, at least he thinks he is smart.
He thinks he understands the meaning of this fat 蛆, which is not ordinary!
He also thought that he was the one chosen that day, the holder of the messenger of dust. . . Is it. . . This is also the meeting of fate! ?
Oscar suddenly felt overjoyed, and he was one step closer to the road of the strong!
既然 "Since you are not ordinary, then you will be with me in the future and become my pet pet!"
The dwarf said to the fat man holding in his hand.
"You'll call it later ... Call ... Mr. Fat Worm! Yeah, that's the name!"
So the fire-colored landlord has a small figure beside him, a whole body is as white as jade, and one looks very unusually fat.
Mr. Fat Worm is very edible and does not eat shit.
This makes Oscar even more firm in his thoughts. This is not extraordinary!
中 In the hotel on the northern continent, you can immediately see a scene: a dwarf sitting at the table in the hotel lobby eating and drinking, and there is a small plate on the table with various meats in it. Sometimes it's steak, sometimes it's a variety of pork chops and chicken chops. A fat tadpole rolled around in the steak, just like a shark migrating in the ocean. After a short steak, it was smashed by Mr. Fat Worm.
Oscar became even more famous.
But no one laughed at him or satirized him now. Oscar is no longer a little unknown adventurer who just started to mix. But they accepted the Titan's interview and affirmation, and helped him transform the weapon!
This world is such a cursed egg ~ EbookFREE.me ~ When a person confuses his head, he is doing anything strange and unreasonable, and will be considered by people around him as a profound act, not a whim The next nonsense.
So many adventurers began to lean forward charmingly to inquire about the news, and asked the fiery landlord to raise such a fat deep meaning.
"Is that dwarf neuropathy? He raises a 蛆 ??? and also has a luxury steak ????" A new adventurer rookie said the truth in shock.
"You know what a fart! Oscar has a deep meaning, he must have found the particularity of this cricket, or the place where it is needed." A veteran adventurer next to him with contempt in his face scorned, Watching this rookie.
The amaranth bird suddenly realized that he didn't know what he understood.
Oscar squinted to look at the charming human adventurer, took a glass of good ale he handed over, took a sip, and pouted.
"I have a good vision, and found out what's special about me."
The human adventurer immediately waved his hands modestly, but his face was beyond concealment.
"Why is this ... where is he special ... he is special ... uh ... as long as you get such a special holy shrine that grows in the plague land, you may find the Scourge of the Undead. Buried endless treasure! "
The adventurers suddenly turned their eyes red, rushing up, staring at the crowd around Mr. Fat Worm, seeming to keep the appearance of this cricket in their hearts.
"Go find it, adventurers, such a holy shrine may appear everywhere in the Plaguelands!"
Oscar ate and drank the food and spirits admired by those adventurous, contented in his mouth.