28. Zangil's Necro Supper---For the Cramp Brothers on the Street [2/10]
Zangir the Exile, this is a strange troll.
If you can make a good relationship with the cannibal-like trolls in Stranglethorn Vale, they'll be happy to tell you the story of Zan'zil if they don't eat you.
In a sense, the exiled Zangir can be considered a "big name".
Zangir was born in the Ruins of Juval in Stranglethorn Valley. Of course, when he was born, it was not a ruin. It was the seat of a small troll clan. It is said that Zangir was born stupid and had some intellectual problems, so he was abandoned since he was a child.
Unfortunately, he was very lucky to survive in the dangerous Stranglethorn Valley, but no clan was willing to accept a fool, so Zangir has been wandering among the clans in Stranglethorn Valley.
Until one day, Zangir returned to the clan where he was born, and overnight, he turned it into the ruins of Juwar.
No one knows how Zangir did it. Some people say that he used herbs from Stranglethorn Vale to make a potion that can control the minds of other people and make them kill each other. Some people say that Zangir is actually a genius pharmacist.
He killed all his tribesmen with poison and turned them into mindless zombies.
But no one would be stupid enough to ask Zangil himself. After this massacre, the Gurubashi trolls in Zul'Gurub wanted to recruit Zangil. The priests of Loa needed the mysterious power in Zangil's hands.
Potion, but because of Zangir’s crazy personality, he was quickly kicked out.
Zangir has a very bad problem... He likes to be friends with people, but the prerequisite is that you can survive the effects of his weird potions, and so far, no one has been able to become Zangir's "
good friend".
In the forest elf tribe at this time, the dirty and ugly troll Zangir looked at the hand in front of him. A trace of joy flashed in his chaotic eyes. He rubbed his hands excitedly, looked at Tyrion, and said with
Asked in a skeptical tone:
"Do you really want to be friends with Zanjeer?"
Tyrion shrugged and said softly:
"I like to make friends, and you seem to be a great character. I like great friends."
"No, Zanjir is not great."
The old troll let out a weird laugh. He tilted his head and looked at Tyrion:
"The pointy-eared elf guessed wrong. Zangir is not very powerful at all...but Zangir also likes to make friends."
As he spoke, his skinny and dirty hand squeezed Tyrion's hand. In just a moment, a strange purple mist wrapped around Tyrion's wrist, and Alleria screamed.
He was about to rush over to help, but Tyrion stopped him.
The Dark Blade King calmly looked at the troll in front of him. He could feel that a very strange toxin was seeping from his skin into his blood vessels. It was full of destructive toxins, but for the undead,
It was useless. The blood in Tyrion's body stopped running under the control of his will, and the dark red death energy seeped into the blood. Under the influence of Sarain's blood-draining ability, soon, the purple
Drops of blood appeared on Tyrion's fingertips.
He put it before his eyes, looked at it, and then said to Zangir:
"A good toxin that can effectively destroy the blood circulation of most living beings, and then make them suffer a long torture and die in pain. It seems that the rumors are true. You are a genius pharmacist...Does this toxin have a name?"
?How about calling it Zanjir’s Touch?”
"Zanjir's Touch? What a name! Good friends!"
The troll held his stomach and laughed exaggeratedly. After a moment, he stopped laughing, looked at Tyrion up and down, and handed him the worn-out bracelet on his wrist in a solemn manner:
"You are Zanjir's friend, pointy ears!"
Seeing Tyrion taking the wrist and keeping it on his own, the troll was jumping around like crazy, and even danced a weird war dance. Under the curious gazes of the forest elves,
, Zanjir patted his chest and shouted loudly:
"Look! Look, Zangir has a friend! Zangir is no longer lonely!"
"So, who is he?"
Alleria walked up to Tyrion and looked at the happy and almost crazy troll in front of her with a kind of pity. She said softly:
"Looks so pathetic."
"Zanjeer, a madman who can sacrifice everything for his friends."
Tyrion glanced at the ugly bone bracelet on his wrist, and then turned to look at Alleria:
"And now, he is my friend."
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"Friends give each other gifts. I like your gift, pointy ears."
At Tyrion's request, Zangir, who jumped into the lake of Stranglethorn Valley to take a bath and changed into a black robe, led the way in front of Tyrion and Alleria like a skinny monkey.
He has inherited the footsteps of the troll souls. No matter how you look at it, he looks like he is dancing when he walks, which is very funny, but if you look at it for a long time, you will find that it is actually full of weird beauty.
The newly dressed Zangir finally looked less bad and less visible, as if he was walking around. At this time, he was taking his new friend to his residence, which was next to the forest elf's fortress.
, in a secret cave.
To Alleria's expectation, she originally thought that the place where this sloppy troll lived must be like a garbage dump, but when she actually walked into this warm cave, she felt as if she had walked into the home of an alchemist master.
Just like a laboratory, wooden bottles are placed together, with clean potions placed next to them. The walls are covered with symbols of some kind of voodoo ritual, and the wooden boxes on one side are filled with various
materials.
Dried frogs, weird scorpions, and some medicinal herbs with strong smells.
But overall, this place is not bad, and Alleria, who pays attention to personal hygiene, can barely tolerate it.
"Look at this! Pointed Ears, this is the best potion in Zanjir."
Zanjir took out a jar of fragrant liquid from his collection, held it in both hands like a precious treasure, and handed it to Tyrion, with a flattering smile on his skinny face:
"Take it, and if anyone wants to hurt Pointy Ears, throw it out..."
Zanjir made a throwing gesture, then narrowed his eyes and said:
"It will kill all its enemies and turn into a "new friend" with pointy ears!"
Seeing the flattery on Zangir's face, Tyrion shook his head. Although he did have a certain utilitarian purpose in making friends with Zanzil, from his character, he was not the kind of guy who would take advantage of others in the name of friendship.
, he will get what he needs with his own hands, and he doesn't bother to do such a thing.
The Dark Blade King coughed lightly, patted Zangir's shoulder and said softly:
"Keep it, Zanjir, this is your treasure. A true friend cannot take away a friend's treasure, and... there is no need to please me. There is no need to please between friends. We treat each other sincerely. I am here just to
I want to ask you a few questions."
"But all my former "friends" want this from Zanjeer!"
The troll showed a strange expression and looked at Tyrion:
"Zanjeer has never given it to anyone except pointed ears. You can take it away. It doesn't matter. Zanzier can make more. In the past, Zangir didn't need friends. Zangir could make his own friends!"
These words with a hint of innocence made Alleria shudder subconsciously. She could probably imagine what the friend Zanjir "created" looked like.
But Tyrion refused again. He sat on the stone chair in the cave and looked at Zangir who was busy with a pile of strange materials. He asked softly:
"My friend, you believe in Bwonsamdi, right?"
"Yes, Bwonsamdi, my first friend."
Zangir took the bone knife and chopped the materials on the stone slab, and said without looking back:
"It was one night. Zangir was only 7 years old at the time...well, maybe 8 years old. Anyway, Zangir was so hungry that he hadn't eaten for 3 days. Zangir hid in the woods of Juwar and stole food.
Watching those "friends" dancing and singing, they sang so beautifully that Zangir fell asleep without knowing it. Then Zangir saw Bwonsamdi... He said that he wanted to be friends with Zangir.
"
The lonely troll laughed loudly. He picked up a dried scorpion and a stone bowl, crushed it, then put it together with the chopped materials and shook it:
"Zangir thought it was a sweet dream, because no one wanted to be friends with Zangir. Until the next morning, when Zangir woke up, his good friend brought a dying elk to Zangir for him to feast on.
After a meal, it was the most delicious breakfast that Zangir had ever had... Since then, my good friend would spend a few days every month to play with Zangir. He taught Zangir how to prepare potions and find medicinal materials..."
Tyrion nodded. In fact, when he saw Zangir, he roughly guessed this. The reason why Zanzil's potion was so terrifying was not simply due to the compatibility of the potion, but also mixed with a trace of violence.
Sandy's power is very weak, but Tyrion can feel it.
A few minutes later, Zangir threw the suspicious ingredients in his hand into the pot he had cleaned, and while cooking, he winked at Tyrion:
"Pointy Ears, Zangir actually hid a secret. Zangir knew you would come many months ago... Bwonsamdi told me, he told me that I would have many new friends soon...
Zangir would not be lonely any longer, so Zangir has been waiting here. Those forest elves were so stupid that Zangir could not understand what they said, but they were kind-hearted and allowed Zangir to live in their place.
.”
The troll laughed again. He took out a few seeds from the pocket on his waist and threw them into the boiling cauldron in front of him:
"Although they always secretly plant some strange seeds on Zangir, it doesn't matter. Those seeds taste delicious anyway. Oh, by the way, Pointy Ears, Bwonsamdi asked Zangir to tell you, some bad guys Lo
The Amen have united, and they are ready to share their power with the Gurubashi fools, so that they can defeat the friendly forest spirits and regain the land that belongs to them."
Zanzier turned around at this moment, his head turned almost 180 degrees strangely, looking very scary. At this moment, his chaotic eyes were shining with eyes that did not belong to Zanzier, and Tyrion's expression also became strange.
Standing up, he recognized the eyes in front of him. They belonged to Bwonsamdi.
"There is not much time left for you to fulfill your promise. The lord of the Dark Blade, Hakkar the Soul Reaver, is about to return to the real world. There is only one chance to kill it, and Zanjir, this good boy of mine will help you.
"
"For the sake of the promise between us, don't let old Sang Bondi down."
"I never fight a battle I'm not sure about. You have to at least tell me who I will face."
Tyrion asked calmly. The next moment, Zangir's head turned back to its original position, and the familiar exaggerated voice also sounded:
"Aha! A delicious meal is ready for the two pointed ears!"
As he spoke, Zangir took out two plates, scooped up the weird things boiling in the pot, put them together, decorated them with flowers and green grass, and then handed them to Tyrion and Alleria.
Looking at the strange things on the plate in their hands, even the undead with strong nerves would find it difficult to eat them in one go. Tyrion and Alleria looked at each other, and finally the Dark Blade King spoke.
:
"We thank you for your hospitality, Zanjir, but the undead have no sense of taste, so we cannot enjoy such a delicious meal..."
"Oh... pointy ears, trust Zanjir, good friend."
The troll took a step back, bowed his back, and blinked at Tyrion, as if coaxing a child to eat:
"Eat, eat, Pointy Ears, you will like it, believe Zanjir."
Under this kind of hospitality, Tyrion picked up the wooden fork and forked a strange thing. He hesitated for a few seconds, then closed his eyes, put the thing in his mouth, and chewed it.
The next moment, Tyrion's eyes opened suddenly, and he looked at the giggling Zangir in front of him with incredible eyes, and then quickly ate the things on the plate into his mouth.
These foods were not beautiful and looked very weird, but what was even weirder was that these things restored Tyrion's sense of taste that he had long lost. He felt sweetness, spiciness, bitterness, and those things that had long been lost.
I forgot, I don’t know how to describe the taste.
This sudden feeling made the Dark Blade King feel a taste called "happiness". For a moment, he even wanted to cry.
“It’s amazing!”
Alleria also lost her ladylike sails, ate all the food in a hurry, and then took the initiative to serve new food for herself and Tyrion. She looked at Zangir, and she screamed and asked:
"Zanjeer, how did you do it?"
"Beautiful pointed ears are not Zangir's friend. Zangir will not answer your questions. Zangir will only tell you that this is the magical power of voodoo. This is Zangir's best gift for pointed ears, but living people
They cannot enjoy it, those toxins will burn through their fragile bodies..."
The troll dismissed Alleria's question. Tyrion shook his head and curled his lips at Alleria. The Blood Matron gritted her teeth and stepped forward, reaching out to Zangir:
"Come on, idiot, let's be friends."
"Really?"
Zangir's eyes widened, and a look called happiness appeared on Zangir's face. He rubbed his hands and asked repeatedly:
"Does the beautiful pointed ears really want to be friends with Zangir? Wow, three good friends, Zangir is so happy!"
