Chapter 379 28. Zanzil's Undead Feast --- Add More for the Crazy Brothers on the Street [2/10]

Chapter 379 28. Zanzil's Undead Feast --- Add more for the crazy brothers on the street [210]

Zanzil the Exile, this is a strange troll.

If you can get on good terms with those cannibal trolls in Stranglethorn Vale, they'll be happy to tell you stories about Zanzil if they don't eat you.

In a sense, Zanzil the Exile can be considered "famous".

Zanzil was born in the ruins of Juval in Stranglethorn Vale. Of course, when he was born, it was not a ruin. It was the seat of a small troll clan. It is said that Zanzil was born stupid and had some mental problems, so he was abandoned since he was a child. Poor was very lucky to survive in the dangerous Stranglethorn Vale, but no clan was willing to accept a fool, so Zanzil has been wandering among the various clans in Stranglethorn Vale.

Until one day, Zanzil returned to the clan he was born in, and overnight, turned it into the current Juval ruins.

No one knows how Zanzil did it. Some people say that he made a potion with herbs from Stranglethorn Valley, which can control other people's minds and make them kill each other. Some people say that Zanzil is actually a genius pharmacist. He killed all his clansmen with poison and turned them into mindless zombies.

But no one would be foolish enough to ask Zanzil himself, and after the massacre, the Gurubashi trolls of Zul'Gurub wanted to recruit Zanzil, and the priests of the loa needed the mysterious Potion, but because of Zangil's crazy character, he was quickly kicked out.

Zanzil has a very bad problem... He likes to be friends with people, the premise is that you can survive under the effects of his weird potions, and so far, no one can become Zanzil's " good friend".

In the Forest Elves Tribe at this time, the dirty and ugly troll Zanzil looked at the hand in front of him, a gleam of joy flashed in his chaotic eyes, he rubbed his hands excitedly, looked at Tyrion, and A suspicious tone asked:

"Do you really want to be friends with Zanzil?"

Tyrion shrugged and said softly:

"I like making friends, and you seem like a great character, and I like great friends."

"No, Zanzil isn't great."

The old troll let out a weird laugh, tilting his head and looking at Tyrion:

"The pointy-eared elf guessed wrong, Zanzil is not very good at all...but Zanzil also likes to make friends."

While speaking, his skinny and dirty hand clenched Tyrion's hand, but in an instant, a strange purple mist wrapped around Tyrion's wrist, and Aurelia screamed, He wanted to jump over to help, but was stopped by Tyrion.

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's useless to say that the blood in Tyrion's body stopped under the control of his will, and the dark red death energy seeped into the blood. Drops of blood appeared on Tyrion's fingertips.

He put it in front of his eyes and looked at it, then said to Zangil:

"It's a good toxin. It can effectively destroy the blood circulation of most living beings, and then let them suffer a long torture and then 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 Zanzil's Touch?"

"Touch of Zanzil? Good name! Good friend!"

The troll exaggeratedly covered his stomach and laughed. After a while, he stopped laughing, looked up and down Tyrion, and handed him the worn bracelet on his wrist in a solemn gesture:

"You're Zanzil's friend now, Pointy Ears!"

Seeing Tyrion take over the wrist and stay on his wrist, the troll jumped around like crazy, and even danced a weird war dance. Under the curious gazes of the elves, , Zanzil patted his chest and shouted loudly:

"Look! Look, Zanzil has friends! Zanzil is not alone!"

"So, who is he?"

Alleria walked up to Tyrion, looked at the happy troll who was about to go crazy in front of her with pity, and said softly:

"It looks so pathetic."

"Zangil, a madman who would give everything for his friends."

Tyrion glanced at the ugly bony bracelet on his wrist, and he turned to look at Aurelia:

"And now, he's my friend."

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"Friends give gifts to each other, and I like your gifts, pointy ears."

At Tyrion's request, he jumped into the lake of Stranglethorn Vale to take a bath, and Zangil, who had changed into a black robe, led the way in front of Tyrion and Aurelia like a skinny monkey. He inherited the footsteps of the souls of the trolls. No matter how you look at it, his walking seems to be dancing, which is very funny, but after a long time, you will find that it is actually full of strange beauty.

Zangil, who was dressed up, didn't look so bad at last, so less visible that he seemed to be walking around. At this time, he was taking his new friends to his residence, next to the Lin Jing's fortress , in a hidden cave.

Contrary to Alleria's expectations, she originally thought that the place where this scruffy troll lived must be like a garbage dump, but when she actually walked into this warm cave, she seemed to have walked into the cave of a master alchemist. Like a laboratory, the wooden bottles are placed together, and there are clean potion pots next to them. The walls are covered with symbols of some kind of voodoo ceremony, while the wooden boxes on one side are filled with various kind of material.

Dried frogs, weird scorpions, and some medicinal herbs with a strong smell.

But in general, this place is not bad, and Aurelia, who pays attention to personal hygiene, can barely bear it.

"Look at this! Pointy ears, this is Zanzil's best potion."

Zanzil took out a jar of scented liquid from his collection, held it in both hands, like a precious treasure, and handed it to Tyrion, his skinny face was full of a flattering smile:

"Take it, if anyone wants to hurt the pointy ear, throw it out..."

Zangil made a throwing gesture, then narrowed his eyes and said:

"It kills all enemies and turns into a pointy-eared "new friend"!"

Looking at the flattery on Zanzil's face, Tyrion shook his head. Although he and Zanzil did have a certain utilitarian purpose in making friends, in terms of his character, he is not the kind of guy who would take advantage of it in the name of friendship. , He will take what he needs with his own hands, he doesn't bother to do such a thing.

The Dark Blade King coughed lightly, patted Zanzil on the shoulder, and said softly:

"Keep it, Zangil, this is your treasure, a true friend cannot take away a friend's treasure, and... don't please me, friends don't need to please, we treat each other sincerely, I am here, just I want to ask you a few questions."

"But the former "friends" all want this from Zanzil!"

The troll showed a strange expression, he looked at Tyrion:

"Zangil didn't give it to anyone, except for the pointed ears, you can take it away, it doesn't matter, Zanzil can make more, in the old days, Zanzil didn't need friends, Zanzil can make friends by himself!"

These words with a hint of innocence made Alleria shudder subconsciously. She could probably imagine what kind of friend Zangil "created" by herself.

But Tyrion refused again. He sat on the stone chair in the cave, looked at Zanzil who was busy with a pile of weird materials, and asked softly:

"My friend, you believe in Bwonsamdi, don't you?"

"Yes, Bwonsamdi, my first friend."

Zangil took the bone knife and chopped up the materials on the stone slab, without looking back, he said:

"It was one night, and Zangil was only 7 years old at the time... er, maybe 8 years old, anyway, Zangil was so hungry, he hadn't eaten for 3 days at that time, Zangil was hiding in the woods of Juval, stealing Watching those "friends" dance and sing, they sang so well that Zanzil fell asleep without realizing it, and then Zanzil saw Bwonsamdi... He said that he wanted to be friends with Zanzil. "

The lone troll let out a giggling laugh. He picked up a dried scorpion, picked up a stone bowl, crushed it, and put it together with the chopped materials, shaking it:

"Zangil thought it was a good dream, because no one wants to be friends with Zanzil, until the next morning, when Zanzil woke up, his good friend brought a dying elk to Zanzil, so that Zanzil could have a full meal It was the most delicious breakfast that Zanzil had ever eaten... Since then, my good friend will spend a few days every month to play with Zanzil, and he taught Zanzil to configure potions and find medicinal materials..."

Tyrion nodded. In fact, when he saw Zangil, he probably guessed the matter. The reason why Zangil's potion is so effective is not simply because of the compatibility of the potion, but also mixed with a trace of Bangil. Sandy's strength is very weak, but Tyrion can feel it.

A few minutes later, Zanzil threw the suspicious ingredients into the pot he cleaned, and while cooking, he winked at Tyrion:

"Sharp ears, actually Zanzil is hiding a secret. Zanzil knew you would come several months ago... Bwonsamdi told me, he told me that I will have many new friends soon... Zanzil will not be alone anymore, so Zanzil has been waiting here, those elves are too stupid, what they say Zanzil cannot understand, but they are very kind, they allow Zanzil to live in their place .”

The troll let out another giggle, took out a few seeds from his waist pocket, and threw them into the boiling cauldron in front of him:

"Although they always secretly plant some strange seeds on Zanzil, it doesn't matter, anyway, those seeds taste delicious. Amen united, they are ready to share their power with the fools of the Gurubashi, so that they may defeat the friendly elves and take back their lands."

Zanzil turned his head at this moment, his head turned around 180 degrees strangely, looking very horrified, at this moment, his chaotic eyes shone with eyes that did not belong to Zanzil, and Tyrion's expression also became weird When he got 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, Haka the Soul Taker, is about to return to the real world. There is only one chance to kill it. Zanzil, my good boy, will help you. "

"For the sake of our promise, don't let old Sambundy down."

"I never fight an uncertain battle. You must at least tell me, who will I face?"

Tyrion asked calmly, and the next moment, Zangil's head turned back to its original position, and the familiar exaggerated voice sounded here:

"Aha! There's a good meal for two pointy ears!"

While talking, Zanzil took out two plates, scooped up the weird things boiled in the pot, put them together, and decorated them with flowers and green grass, and handed them to Tyrion and Aurelia.

Looking at the strange things on the plate in his hand, even the undead with thick nerves would find it difficult to eat them in one go. Tyrion and Aurelia looked at each other, and finally the Dark Blade King said :

"We thank you for your hospitality, Zanzil, but the undead have no sense of taste, we cannot enjoy this delicious meal..."

"Oh... pointy ears, trust Zanzil, good friend."

The troll took a step back, hunched over, and winked at Tyrion, as if coaxing a child to eat:

"Eat it, pointy ear, you'll like it, trust Zanzil."

Under such kindness, Tyrion picked up a 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.

The next moment, Tyrion's eyes opened suddenly, and he looked at Zangil who was giggling in front of him with incredulous eyes, and then quickly ate the food on the plate into his mouth.

These foods are not beautiful, they look very weird, but what's even weirder is that these things restore Tyrion's long-lost sense of taste. He feels sweet, spicy, bitter, Forgotten, 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.

"Amazing!"

Alleria also lost her lady's sail, ate all the food in a storm, and then took the initiative to serve new food for herself and Tyrion. She looked at Zanzil, and she screamed and asked:

"Zangil, how did you do it?"

"Beautiful pointed ears are not Zanzil's friend. Zanzil will not answer your questions. Zanzil will only tell you that this is the magical power of voodoo. This is the best gift Zanzil can give to pointed ears, but living people Not to eat, those toxins will burn through their fragile bodies..."

The troll dismissed Alleria's question, Tyrion shook his head, curled his lips at Alleria, the Blood Mistress gritted her teeth, took a step forward, and stretched out her hand towards Zanzil:

"Come on, idiot, let's be friends."

"Really?"

Zanzil's eyes widened, and a look of happiness appeared on Zanzil's face. He rubbed his hands and asked repeatedly:

"Would beautiful pointed ears really want to be friends with Zanzil? Wow, three good friends, Zanzil is so happy!"