Azeroth’s Death Track

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Zangel, the exile, is a strange troll.

If you can have a good relationship with the trolls in Stranglethorn Vale, if they don’t eat you, they will be happy to tell you a story about Zangir.

In a sense, Zanger, an exile, is also a "famous".

Zangir was born in the ruins of Juval in Stranglethorn. Of course, when he was born, there was not a ruin, there was a small troll clan. It is said that Zangir was born stupid and had intellectual problems, so he was abandoned since childhood. Poor luckily survived in the dangerous Valley of Stranglethorn, but no clan was willing to accept a fool, so Zangir has been wandering among the various clan in Stranglethorn Vale.

Until one day, Zangir returned to the clan where he was born and turned it into the ruins of Juval today.

No one knows how Zangir did it. Some people say that he made a potion using the herbs of Stranglethorn, which can control the hearts of others and let them kill each other. Others say that Zangel is actually a pharmacist genius, He killed all the tribes with poison and turned them into brainless zombies.

But no one would be stupid enough to ask Zangir himself, and after this massacre, the Gurubashi trolls of Zul'Gurub had wanted to recruit Zangir. The priests of God Loa needed the mysterious Elixir, but because of Zanger’s madness, he was quickly kicked out.

Zangir has a very bad problem... he likes to be friends with people, provided you can survive the strange potions of his, and so far, no one has become Zangir’s good friend".

In the Lin Jing tribe at this time, the dirty and ugly troll Zanjir looked at the hand in front of him. A glimmer of joy flashed in his chaotic eyes. He rubbed his hands excitedly and looked at Tyrion, using A skeptical tone asked:

"Are you really willing to be friends with Zangel?"

Tyrion shrugged and said softly:

"I like to make friends, and you look like a great character, I like great friends."

"No, Zangel is not good."

The old troll let out a quack, weird laugh. He tilted his head and looked at Tyrion:

"The pointed-eared elf guessed wrong, Zangel is not at all powerful... but Zangel also likes to make friends."

Between the words, his thin and dirty hand clung to Tyrion's hand, but just a moment, a strange purple mist wrapped around Tyrion's wrist, Aurelia screamed, just Trying to rush over to help but was stopped by Tyrion.

The King of Blades looked at the troll calmly, and he could feel that a very strange toxin was seeping from his skin into his blood vessels, which was full of destructive toxins, but this was for the undead It’s useless. The blood in Terion’s body stopped operating under the control of his will, and the dark red energy of death permeated between the blood. Under the influence of Sarin’s ability to draw blood, soon, purple The blood drops appeared at Tyrion's fingertips.

He looked at it in front of him and said to Zangel:

"A good toxin can effectively destroy the blood circulation of most life, and then let them suffer painful death after a long torture. It seems that the rumor is true. Are you a genius pharmacist...Does this toxin have a name? It’s better to call it Zinger’s Touch?"

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

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

"You are a friend of Zangel, pointed ears!"

Seeing Tyrion taking the wrist and staying on his wrist, the troll jumped around like he was crazy, and even danced a strange war dance, in the curious gaze of those Lin Jing , Zangir shouted loudly on his chest:

"Look! Look, Zangel has friends! Zanger is not alone!"

"So, who is he?"

Aurelia walked over to Tyrion and looked at the happy troll in front of her with pity, she said softly:

"It looks pitiful."

"Zan Gil, a lunatic who can do everything for his friends."

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

"And now, he is my friend."

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"Friends will give gifts to each other, I like your gifts, pointed ears."

At the request of Tyrion, he jumped into the lake of Stranglethorn and took a bath. Zangel who changed into a black robe, like a skinny monkey, led the way before Terrion and Aurelia. He inherited the footsteps of the trolls' souls. No matter how they looked, he walked like dancing. It was funny, but after watching it for a long time, he would find that it was actually full of strange beauty.

Dressing up a new Zangir looks not so bad, it doesn’t make people see it like going around. At this time, he is taking his new friend to his residence, right next to Lin Jing’s fortress , In a hidden cave.

And contrary to Aurelia's expectations, she would have thought that the place where this sloppy troll lived must be like a garbage dump, but when she really walked into this warm cave, she seemed to have walked into an alchemist's Like a laboratory, wooden bottles are placed together, beside which are cleaned pots of potions, and the walls are filled with symbols of some kind of voodoo ritual, while the wooden boxes on one side are filled with various Species of material.

Air-dried frogs, weird scorpions, and some medicinal herbs with a strong flavor.

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

"Look at this! Pointed ears, this is Zangir's best potion."

Zangir took out a jar of scented liquid from his collection and held it in his hands, like a precious treasure, and gave it to Tyrion. His thin face was full of flattering smiles:

"Hold it, if someone wants to hurt sharp ears, you throw it out..."

Zangir made a throwing gesture, then squinted and said:

"It will kill all the enemies and then become "new friends" with pointed ears!"

Looking at the favor on Zangir's face, Tyrion shook his head. Although he did have a certain utilitarian purpose in making friends with Zangir, in terms of his personality, he was not the kind of guy who would take advantage of the name of friendship. He will take what he needs with his own hands, and he disdains to do such a thing.

The King of Dark Blade coughed softly. He patted Zangir's shoulder and said softly:

"Keep it, Zangel, this is your treasure, real friends can’t take away their treasures, and... don’t please me, friends don’t please, we treat each other sincerely, I’m here, just I want to ask you a few questions."

"But the old "friends" wanted to get this from Zangir!"

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

"Zangil has never given anyone, except for sharp ears, you can take it away, it doesn't matter, Zangir can do more. In the previous days, Zangir didn't need friends, Zangir could make friends himself!"

With a trace of innocence, Aurelia shuddered subconsciously, and she could probably think of what a friend Zangir had "made" herself.

But Tyrion refused again. He sat on the stone chair of the cave and looked at the busy Zangir holding a pile of strange materials. He asked softly:

"My friend, you believe in Bang Sandy, right?"

"Yes, Bang Sandy, my first friend."

Zangir took the bone knife, shredded the materials on the stone slab, and said without looking back:

"It was a night. Zangir was only 7 years old at the time... well, maybe 8 years old. In short, Zangir was too hungry. At that time, he hadn’t eaten for 3 days. Zangir hid in the woods of Juval and stole Watching those "friends" dance and sing, they sang so nicely, Zangir fell asleep unconsciously, and then Zangir saw Bonsandi... he said, he wanted to be friends with Zangil. "

The lone troll gave a chuckle, and he picked up an air-dried scorpion, picked up a stone bowl, crushed it, and put it with the shredded materials, shaking it:

"Zanguier thought it was a beautiful dream, because no one was willing to be friends with Zanjir. Until the next morning, when Zanjire woke up, a good friend sent a dying elk to Zanziel to feed Zanziel. After a meal, it was the most delicious breakfast Zan Gil had eaten... Since then, good friends would spend a few days every month to play with Zan Gil. He taught Zan Gil to configure potions and find herbs..."

Tyrion nodded. In fact, when he saw Zangir, he probably guessed it. The reason why Zangir's pharmacy is so terrifying is not simply the reason for the compatibility of the pharmacy. How many of them are mixed with a hint of silk Sandy's strength is weak, but Tyrion can feel it.

A few minutes later, Zangir threw the suspicious material in his hand into the cleaned pot, squeezing his eyes at Tyrion while cooking:

"Sharp ears, in fact, Zangir concealed a secret. A few months ago, Zangir knew that you would come...Bon Sandy told me, he told me that I will have many new friends soon.. . Zangir will not continue to be lonely anymore, so Zangir has been waiting here. Those Lin Jing are so stupid, they don’t understand Zangir, but they are very kind, they allow Zangir to live in their place ."

The troll laughed again. He took a few seeds from his waist pocket and threw them into the boiling pot in front of him:

"Although they always secretly plant some strange seeds on Zangir, it doesn't matter, anyway, those seeds taste delicious, oh, yes, pointed ears, Bang Sandi let Zangir tell you, some bad guys Amen have united and they are ready to distribute their power to the fools of Gurubashi so that they can defeat the friendly Lin Jing and retake their land."

Zangir looked back at this moment, his head turned strangely almost 180°, and he looked very horrified. At this moment, his chaotic eyes shone with eyes that did not belong to Zangir, and Tyrion's expression became strange. When he got up, he recognized the eyes in front of him, which belonged to Bang Sandy.

"There is not much time left for you to fulfill your promise. The Lord of Dark Blades, Haka the Spirit Destroyer is about to return to the real world, and there is only one chance to kill it. Zangir, this good boy belongs to me will help you. "

"For the sake of the promise between us, don't disappoint old Sambodi."

"I never fight unsure battles, at least you have to tell me, who will I face?"

Tyrion asked quietly. The next moment, Zangir's head turned back to its original position, and the familiar exaggerated voice also sounded here:

"Aha! Good food for two sharp ears!"

Talking, Zangir took out two plates, picked up the weird things cooked in the pot, put them together, and decorated them with flowers and green grass, and handed them to Tyrion and Aurelia.

Looking at the weird stuff on the plate in his hand, even if the nerves are thick and large, it is difficult to eat them in one breath. Tyrion and Aurelia glanced at each other, and finally the King of Dark Blades said :

"We thank you for your hospitality, Zangir, but the undead has no sense of taste, and we can't enjoy this beautiful meal..."

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

The troll took a step back, bowed his waist, and blinked at Tyrion, as if coaxing the child to eat:

"Let’s eat, sharp ears, you’ll like it, I believe Zangel."

Facing this kind of affection, 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.

At the next moment, Tyrion's eyes opened sharply. He looked at Zangir with a smirk in front of him, and then quickly ate the contents of the plate into his mouth.

These foods are not beautiful and look very weird, but even more weird, these things have restored the taste that Tyrion has long lost. He feels sweet, he feels spicy, he feels bitter, he feels those already Forgot, do not know how to describe the taste.

This sudden feeling made the King of Dark Blades feel a smell called "happiness". For a moment, he even wanted to cry.

"It's amazing!"

Aurelia also lost the sails of the lady, and the wind and the clouds ate all the food, and then took the initiative to fill in new food for herself and Tyrion. She looked at Zangel and she screamed and asked:

"Zan Gil, how did you do it?"

"Beautiful pointed ears are not Zangir's friends. Zangir will not answer your question. 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 It’s unavailable, the toxins will burn through their fragile bodies..."

The troll dismissed Aurelia's question. Tyrion shook his head and pouted at Aurelia. The **** mother bit her teeth and took a step toward Zangir:

"Come on, idiot, we are friends."

"really?"

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

"Is the beautiful pointed ears really willing to be friends with Zangir? Wow, three good friends, Zanger is so happy!"

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