After enduring the torture of swift voodoo, the pale Alleria also became Zangir's good friend.
Although it seems easy for Tyrion to resolve Zanjir's Touch, that's because Tyrion is the most powerful undead in the world. The purple toxin is not only fatal to living people, but also to undead, if there is not enough
With the support of huge death energy, the dead body will also be burned through by voodoo.
But for Sarain, who can control blood, Zangir's Touch doesn't seem so scary.
Zangir eventually shared his "know-how" with two good friends.
"The poisonous scorpion is the most important. The toxin in its tail hook is fatal to living people, but the toxin is also very sweet. The sweetness can even be tasted by the dead. The same principle applies to the juice of the heartbroken flower.
, as well as the toxins of the black widow spider, they all have their own taste, which is very wonderful, and the most important thing is that under the preparation of Zangir, these toxins will blend into one..."
The troll placed various materials in front of Alleria and introduced them to her in detail:
"These fused toxins will become more terrifying. It can destroy the nerve centers of fools in an instant, but your good friends with pointy ears are dead, so these toxins are useless to you, but they can make pointy ears feel
Those flavors... sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and there are many, many flavors, but Zanjir doesn't have that much time to collect ingredients, so if you friends want to taste more, you have to find it yourself."
After hearing this strange argument, the Blood Mistress was greatly opened her eyes. She picked up a dried scorpion tail and said to Zangir:
"Idiot, I no longer doubt it, you are the chef we need most, how about you? Come back to the Dark Temple with us, it is a perfect home, it just lacks a chef."
"My good friend with pointy ears invited Zangir to be a guest. That's great."
Zangir was jumping up and down beside him, but after a moment, he shook his head, shrugged and said:
"But Zangir will not leave Stranglethorn Vale... Zangir welcomes the Pointy Ears to visit me often... In short, Zangir will prepare better food for the Pointy Ears in the next period of time."
Alleria wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Tyrion's eyes. In the next few hours, the three good friends chatted about some information about the Loa god of Stranglethorn Vale, which was all Bwonsamdi's.
Asking Zangil to tell Tyrion, and after nightfall, with Zangil waving goodbye with a silly smile, Tyrion and his wife set off on the road back to the forest elf fortress.
In the silent forest, Alleria suddenly said:
"Compared with Zanjeer, we are actually very happy, right?"
"Um"
Tyrion nodded silently, Alleria reached out and hugged Tyrion's arm tightly. She leaned on his shoulder and asked softly:
"Why don't you let me take Zanjier with me? He is so pitiful..."
"Because he can't leave Stranglethorn."
Tyrion reached out and stroked Alleria's hair, lowering his voice:
"Remember the story that Zangir told us about himself? When he was 7 years old, he fell asleep thirsty and hungry, and then dreamed of Bwonsamdi... That was not a dream, Alleria, it is impossible to be alive
Zangir, who dreamed of the God of Death, had already... In short, Bwonsamdi, who is in charge of life and death, gave him a second life. The price was that from now on, he could never leave Stranglethorn Vale and could only live as Bwonsam.
Dee's voice across the land, bringing horrific deaths to other trolls."
"Oh my god, this..."
Alleria covered her mouth. Women are naturally irresistible to these stories. She looked back at Zangir's residence in the mountains and asked:
"Then do you think he knows the truth?"
"Does it matter?"
Tyrion put his arms around Alleria's slim waist and whispered:
"He has two friends now, and he will have more friends in the future. As long as he feels happy, that is enough."
"I'm actually quite jealous of Zangir. At least he still has his own happiness, but what about us? We only have each other left."
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Before Tyrion returned to the Forest Elf Fortress, the Wither Patriarch and the Harvest Wizard Alter Standing who was stationed here was already talking to the Blood Lord Myra.
Probably because he had personally come into contact with the Seed of Revenge of Life, Alter took a different approach to the study of druid magic. With a more emphasis on strength and balance, this guy's strength became more and more refined.
When La walked into the forest elf's special den made of entwined trees, he saw the back of Alter, who was sitting cross-legged by a pool.
If you don't look with your eyes, you won't notice the Harvest Wizard at all. He seems to be one with nature.
"The trolls of Zul'Gurub are becoming more and more depraved. They are polluting this sacred forest with the blood of the evil god."
Feeling the chill coming from behind, Alter opened his eyes from meditation. He looked back at the Blood Lord and leaned slightly towards the powerful Sarain. In the teachings of the Wither, the undead are not evil, they
It is a cycle that represents the end of life, and silent death is also a part of the cycle. The Witherers have made the original rough natural cycle much more detailed.
In their view, the undead represent the will of death, and the undead will one day return to eternal death. During this period, everything they do is the instruction of death, just like the wither upholds the will of life.
Act according to instructions.
"On today's battlefield, I saw troll priests wielding evil magic. Those alienated, painful creatures, infused with the blood of evil gods. This kind of blasphemy is unbearable. Servants of the Dark Blade King, I
Sincerely request your help."
Alter said humbly:
"The trolls of Zul'Gurub are beyond redemption and they need to feel the pain of nature!"
"That's why I'm here, Harvest Wizard."
Myra waved her dark red sleeves and sat on the stone next to Alter. He said to the Wither Druid in front of him:
"In the name of His Majesty Tyrion, I bring you some urgently needed news. There are six Loa who are on the side of the trolls this time, including Sirik the Night Lord, Shadra the Spider Queen, and Yi the Tiger God.
Valarr, the cheetah god Besek, the snake god Hessis, and finally the most difficult soul-stealer Hakkar. In this battle, the blood lords of the Dark Blade will be on your side.
"
The Wither Druid nodded, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes:
"I have learned about the beliefs of the trolls. Most of their Loa gods are the spirits of beasts, but compared to the powerful ancient demigods, they are too weak to be called gods at all... Soon, from Hyjal
A new batch of Druid brothers coming from the mountains will also join this war to maintain the balance of nature. After this battle, evil beliefs will no longer shroud the trolls, and they will also learn to coexist with nature.
.”
"Of course, Stranglethorn Valley is the holy land of the Wither, and the King of Dark Blade considers you to be his most important ally, so I can understand."
Myra narrowed her eyes and said:
"I have already told my subordinates that the wrong actions of the goblins in Booty Bay to mine crude oil will be stopped, but as a matter of maintaining alliances, I hope that the Blighters can leave some space for the business circle of Booty Bay.
Some spaces, after all, that city has special meaning for us."
"The goblins have very little respect for the will of nature."
Alter nodded, frowned and said:
"But the existence of Booty Bay is also a very important port for the Blighters. Our brothers will set out from there to travel around the world to spread the faith of nature. Therefore, the Blighters will allow Booty Bay to continue to exist.
, and when necessary, we will respond to that city's request, but they also need to open the city to the Blighters."
"Although our lives depend on nature, we occasionally need some materials from the outside world to better maintain the balance of nature."
"You can just coordinate with Buddy on this, we don't care."
Myra waved her hand, and a map made of blood was spread out in front of their eyes. It was the internal terrain map of Zul'Gurub. The Blood Lord's finger clicked on the map:
"Midnight Lord Sirik, that is an ugly and ferocious vampire bat. Its existence has special significance to the blood lords. Therefore, it will be solved by us, and then Haka, the Soul Reaver,
This Loa is considered insane even among trolls with distorted beliefs. It will return from its exile, and once it returns to Stranglethorn Vale, the land will be shrouded in darkness."
Myra's sharp nails collided. He looked at the Harvest Wizard and said in a deep voice:
"As a strong gesture of goodwill, Hakkar the Soul Reaver will be dealt with personally by His Majesty Tyrion and his followers!"
"very good!"
A smile finally appeared on Harvest Wizard's face. He calculated the army that the forest elf could send out, and then the number of druids. Finally, he let out a sigh of relief:
"Ordinary troll believers are not a problem. The real headache for the Blighters is the Loa priests with strange powers. But now, with the help and support of the Dark Blade Legion, we are more confident in purifying Zul'Gurub.
That ancient city will become the new sanctuary of the Withered Ones, and the teachings of natural balance will spread to the entire world from there..."
This kind of typical believer's speech made Myra somewhat uncomfortable. He had not dealt with fanatics for a long time, but tonight, he came to see the Harvest Wizard not just to discuss war matters. After a few minutes,
Myra looked around and said to Alter:
"I have another personal matter that I would like to ask you for help. Mr. Mu, I have a friend, um... an old friend from the past, and his situation is not good."
"Um?"
Alter Stantin looked at Myra in confusion and said:
"The Blighters are proficient in life magic, but we have just begun the research on the undead. To be honest, if there is a problem with the undead's body, I may not be able to help much."
"No, no, he is not an undead."
The handsome Blood Lord lowered his voice in embarrassment:
"His name is Alex, Alex Cuvatro Flameblade, and he is a Paladin. You know, Paladins are a group of stubborn guys. He is a very good friend of mine. We were together.
Serving in the Knights of the Silver Hand, and after I rediscovered Lumi, he felt that I had betrayed my faith, so he wanted to take me back. In short, it was very troublesome, but I don't hate him, he is a great person
Man, a real good brother."
Myra sighed:
"And during the time when the tragedy happened in my Dark Temple, Kuvatro "accidentally" annoyed my wife, so Lumi punished him a little, and several crystal stones infected by the power of the void were injected into Kuvatro
In his body, two seriously opposing energies, Holy Light and Void, are entangled in his body. He is not dead yet, but... it is more painful than death."
"Your friend is actually between life and death, but he is different from the Blood Lord who prefers death. His current state is biased towards life, but he cannot perfectly reconcile the two opposing forces. You
Want to ask me to use life magic to reduce his pain?"
The Harvest Wizard showed a solemn expression on his face:
"This special case is very rare. I don't know if I can help him, but I am willing to help him."
"Great, thank you, Mr. Alter."
Myra stood up and shook hands with the Harvest Wizard. When leaving, he hesitated and said to Alter:
"Please keep this matter confidential. In addition, if he really has no hope, please give him a... happy life for me."