Chapter 380 29. The War of Blood --- Adding More to Zhangqiu's Secret Brother [3/10]

Chapter 380 29. The bloody war --- adding more secret brothers to Zhangqiu [310]

After enduring the torment of swift and violent voodoo, the pale-faced Alleria also became Zanzil's good friend.

Don't look at Tyrion's effort to dissolve Zanzil's Touch, that's because Tyrion is the most powerful undead in the world, and the purple toxin is not only fatal to the living, even the undead. Under the support of huge death energy, the dead body will also be burned through by voodoo.

But for Salain, who can control blood, the Touch of Zanzil is not so scary.

And Zangil eventually shared his "knack" with two close friends.

"The poisonous scorpion is the most important thing. The toxin in its tail hook is fatal to the living, but the toxin is also very sweet. The sweetness can even be tasted by the dead. The same principle is also the juice of the heartbroken flower. , and the toxin of the black widow spider, they all have their own taste, very wonderful, and most importantly, under Zanzil's deployment, these toxins will blend together..."

The troll put all the materials in front of Alleria, and introduced her in detail:

"These fused toxins will become more terrifying. It can destroy the nerve centers of fools in an instant, but the pointy-eared friend is dead, so these toxins are useless to you, but it can make pointy-eared people feel As for those flavors... sour, sweet, bitter, and many more flavors, but Zanzil doesn't have that much time to collect materials, so if you good friends want to taste more, you have to find it yourself."

After listening to this weird argument, the Blood Mistress opened her eyes wide. She picked up a dried scorpion tail and said to Zanzil:

"Idiot, I don't doubt anymore, you are the chef we need most, how about it? Come back to the Dark Temple with us, there is a perfect home, only a chef is missing."

"My friend with pointed ears invited Zanzil as a guest, that's great."

Zangil was bouncing around, but after a moment he shook his head and said with a shrug:

"But Zanzil will not leave Stranglethorn Vale... Zanzil welcomes the pointed ears to visit me often... In short, Zanzil will prepare better food for the pointed ears in the next period of time."

Alleria wanted to say something, but was stopped by Tyrion's eyes. For the next few hours, the three good friends chatted about the loa of Stranglethorn Vale. These are all Bwonsamdi Let Zanzil relay it to Tyrion, and after the night fell, with a smirking Zanzil waving goodbye, the Tyrion couple embarked on the road back to the Forest Spirit Fortress.

In the silent jungle, Alleria suddenly said:

"Compared to Zanzil, the two of us are actually very happy, right?"

"Um"

Tyrion nodded silently, and Alleria reached out and hugged Tyrion's arm tightly. She leaned on his shoulder and asked softly:

"Why don't you let me take Zanzil with you? He's so poor..."

"Because he can't leave Stranglethorn."

Tyrion reached out and stroked Aurelia's hair, lowering his voice:

"Remember Zanzil telling us his own story? When he was 7 years old, he fell asleep thirsty and hungry, and then dreamed of Bwonsamdi... that is not a dream, Alleria, it is impossible to be alive Dreaming of the god of death, Zanzil was already at that time... In short, Bwonsamdi, who is in charge of life and death, gave him a second life. Dee's voice for the land, bringing a terrible death to other trolls."

"My God, this..."

Alleria covered her mouth. Women are naturally irresistible to these stories. She looked back at Zangil's residence in the mountains, and she asked:

"Then do you think he knows the truth?"

"Is it important?"

Tyrion reached out and hugged Alleria's slender waist, and he whispered:

"He has two friends now, and he will have more friends in the future, as long as he feels happy, that's enough."

"I'm actually quite jealous of Zanzil. 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 Elves Fortress, the Blightcaller Patriarch stationed here, Harvest Wizard Alter Statingin was already talking with the Blood Lord Meera.

Probably because he had personally come into contact with the Seed of Revenge of Life, Oort took a different approach to the druid's spell research. In the perception of power and balance, this guy's strength became more and more refined. When La walked into the forest spirit's special lair, which was made up of intertwined trees, he saw the back of Oort, who was sitting cross-legged by a pool.

If you don't look with your eyes, you won't find the Harvest Wizard at all, he seems to be one with nature.

"The trolls of Zul'Gurub have become more and more depraved, and they are polluting this sacred forest with the blood of the evil god."

Feeling the chill coming from behind, Oort opened his eyes from meditation. He looked back at the blood lord, and leaned slightly towards the powerful Salein. According to the teachings of the Blightcaller, 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 Blight Caller has refined the original rough natural cycle a lot.

In their view, the undead represent the will of death, and the undead will one day return to eternal death. Everything they do during this period is the instruction of death, just like the witherer inherits the will of life. Instigated and acted in general.

"On today's battlefield, I saw the troll priests wielding evil magic, those alienated, painful, and infused creatures with the blood of evil gods, this kind of blasphemy is unbearable, the servant of the Dark Blade King, I I sincerely ask for your help."

Oort said humbly:

"The trolls of Zul'Gurub are hopelessly ill and 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 beside Ort. He said to the Blightcaller druid in front of him:

"In the name of His Majesty Tyrion, I bring some news that you urgently need. There are six Loa standing on the side of the trolls this time, Sirik the Midnight Lord, Shadra the Queen of the Conspiracy, and Yi the God of the Tiger. Valar, the god of cheetahs, Bethesek, the god of poisonous snakes, Hesses, and finally, the most difficult soul-taker, Haka. In this battle, the blood lords of Dark Blade will stand on your side. "

The Blightcaller Druid nodded, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes:

"I have learned about the beliefs of 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 The new batch of druid brothers from the mountains will also join this war to maintain the balance of nature. After this battle, evil beliefs will no longer be shrouded in trolls, and they will also learn to live with nature .”

"Of course, Stranglethorn Valley is the holy land of the Blightcaller. The Dark Blade King considers you to be his most important allies, 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 dig crude oil will be stopped, but as the maintenance between allies, I hope that the Blightcaller can set aside space for the business circle in Booty Bay. Some spaces, after all, that city has special meaning to us."

"Goblins have great disrespect for the will of nature."

Alt nodded, he frowned and said:

"However, the existence of Booty Bay is also a very important port for Blightcaller. From there, our brothers will go to all over the world to spread the belief of nature. Therefore, Blightcaller 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 Blightcaller."

"Although our life depends on nature, we occasionally need some materials from the outside world to better maintain the balance of nature."

"You and Buddy can coordinate on this point, we don't care."

Myra waved her hand, and a map made of blood spread out in front of the two of them. It was the internal terrain map of Zul'Gurub, and the blood lord's finger tapped on the map:

"Sirik, the Midnight Lord, is an ugly and ferocious vampire bat. Its existence has special meaning to the Blood Lord. Therefore, we will solve it, and then Hakar the Soul Taker, Even among the trolls with distorted beliefs, this loa is insane, it will return from 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 powerful gesture of goodwill, Haka the Soultaker will be dealt with by His Majesty Tyrion and his followers!"

"very good!"

A smile finally appeared on the face of the Harvest Wizard. He calculated the army that Lin Jing could dispatch, and then the number of druids. In the end, he let out a sigh of relief:

"Ordinary troll believers are not troublesome. The real headaches for the Blightcaller are those loa priests with strange powers. But now, with the help and support of the Dark Blade Legion, we have more confidence in purifying Zul'Gurub. That ancient city will become the new sanctuary of the Blightcaller, and the teachings of natural balance will spread from there to the whole world..."

This kind of typical believer's speech made Myra somewhat uncomfortable. He hadn't dealt with fanatics for a long time, but tonight, he came to see Harvest Wizard not just to discuss matters of war. A few minutes later, Myra looked around and said to Oort:

"I have another personal matter, and I want to ask you for help. Mr. Pastor, I have a friend, um... an old friend from the past, and his situation is not very good."

"Um?"

Alter Standing looked at Myra suspiciously, and he said:

"The Blightcaller is proficient in life magic, but we have only just begun to study 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's not a Necromancer."

The handsome Blood Lord lowered his voice in embarrassment:

"His name is Alex, Alex Cuatlo Flameblade, he is a paladin, you know, paladins are a bunch of stubborn guys, he is my very good friend, we used to work together Serving in the Knights of the Silver Hand, and after I regained Lumi, he felt that I had betrayed my faith, so he wanted to arrest me. In short, it was a troublesome thing, but I didn’t hate him, he was a great man Dude, real buddy."

Myra sighed:

"And during the period when the tragedy happened in my Dark Temple, Kuatlo "accidentally" annoyed my wife, so Lumi punished him a little bit, and a few spars infected by the power of the void were injected into Kuatlo In his body, holy light and void, two serious opposing energies are entangled in his body, he is not dead yet, but...more painful than death."

"Your friend is actually between life and death, but he is different from the blood lord who is biased towards death. His current state is biased towards life, but he cannot be perfectly reconciled between the two opposing forces. You Would you like me to ease his pain with life magic?"

There was a dignified expression on the face of the Harvest Wizard:

"This particular 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 he left, he hesitated and said to Oort:

"Please keep this matter a secret. In addition, if he is really hopeless, please give him one for me... let's be happy"