Azeroth’s Death Track

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After being tortured by violent voodoo, pale Aurelia also became a good friend of Zangir.

Don’t look at Tyraine’s solution to Zang Gil’s touch, it’s because Tyraine is the most powerful undead in the world. The purple toxin is not only deadly for living people, even if it is a necromancer, there is not enough Under the support of huge death energy, the dead body will also be burned through by voodoo.

But for Sarin, who can control the blood, Zangir's touch is not so terrible.

Zangir finally shared his "knowledge" with two good friends.

"The venomous scorpion is the most important. The toxin in its tail hook is deadly to the living, but the toxin is also very sweet. The sweetness can even be tasted by the dead. The same principle is the juice of the broken flower. , And the toxins of the black widow spiders, they all have their own flavor, which is very beautiful, and most importantly, these toxins will be integrated into one at Zangir's deployment..."

The troll put the same material in front of Aurelia and introduced it to her in detail:

"The fused toxins will become more terrible. It can destroy the nerve centers of the idiots in an instant, but the buddies with sharp ears are dead, so these toxins are useless to you, but they can make the sharp ears feel. To those tastes...sweet, sour, bitter and spicy, there are still many, many flavors, but Zangir doesn’t have so much time to collect materials, so if good friends want to taste more, you have to go find them yourself."

After listening to this weird argument, the **** mother opened her eyes, and she picked up a dried scorpion tail and said to Zangel:

"Idiot, I no longer doubt that you are the chef we need most. How about you? Come back to the Dark Temple with us. There is a perfect home, and there is a lack of a chef."

"Good friends with pointed ears invite Zangir to be a guest, awesome."

Zangel jumped around, but after a while, he shook his head and shrugged:

"But Zangel will not leave the Valley of Stranglethorn... Zanger welcomes pointed ears to come to see me often... In short, Zangel will prepare better food for the pointed ears for the next period of time."

Aurelia still wanted to say something, but was blocked by Tyrion's eyes. Over the next few hours, three good friends talked about some information about God Loa in Stranglethorn Vale. Let Zangir relay it to Tyrion, and after nightfall, in the waving goodbye of Zangir with a smirk, the Tyrion and his wife embarked on their way back to Linjing Fortress.

Between the silent jungle, Aurelia suddenly said:

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

"Ok"

Tyrion nodded silently. Aurelia reached out and clasped Tyrion's arm tightly. She leaned on his shoulder and asked softly:

"Why don't you let me go with Zangel? He is so pitiful..."

"Because he can't leave Stranglethorn Vale."

Tyrion reached out to stroke Aurelia's hair and lowered his voice:

"Remember Zangir tells us his own story? When he was 7 years old, he fell asleep thirsty and hungry, and then dreamed of Bang Sandy... that was not a dream, Aurelia, it was impossible for living people Dreaming about the **** of death, Zangir was already at that time... In short, Bang Sandy, who was in charge of life and death, gave him a second life, at the cost that he would never leave the Valley of Stranglethorn after that, only as Bang Sang. Dee’s spokesperson on this land has brought terrible death to other trolls.”

"Gosh, this..."

Aurelia covered her mouth. The women were naturally irresistible to these stories. She looked back at Zangir's residence in the mountains. She asked:

"Then do you think he knows the truth?"

"Is this important?"

Tyrion reached out and hugged Aurelia's slim waist. He whispered:

"He has 2 friends now, and he will have more friends in the future, as long as he feels happy, this is enough."

"I'm actually jealous of Zan Gil, at least he still has his own happiness, and we? We are only left with each other."

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When Tyrion hadn't returned to the Linjing Fortress, the blighter of the blighter stationed here, Ort Stantin, the harvest witch, was already talking to Blood Lord Myra.

Probably because of personal contact with the vengeance of life, Oort opened a new path to the study of druids' spells. In the perception of more emphasis on strength and balance, this guy's strength became more and more advanced. As he walked into Lin Jing's peculiar den that was formed between trees, he saw the back of Oort, who was sitting beside a pool.

If you don’t have to look with your eyes, you won’t even find the figure of the harvest witch. He seems to be one with nature.

"The trolls of Zul'Gurub have fallen more and more. They are contaminating this sacred forest with the blood of the evil god."

Feeling the chill after coming to himself, Oort opened his eyes from meditation. He turned back to look at the blood lord, leaning slightly towards the mighty Salin. In the doctrine of the wither, the undead were not evil, they It is a cycle that represents the end of life, and the silent death is also a part of the cycle. The withers have refined the original rough natural cycle a lot.

In their view, the undead represents the will of death, and the undead will one day return to eternal death. Everything they did during this period was the teaching of death, just like the wither who inherited life. Inspire and act in general.

"On today’s battlefield, I saw troll sacrifices that wielded evil magic, those creatures that were alienated, pained, and injected with blood of evil gods. This kind of blasphemy was unbearable. The servant of the King of Blades, I I sincerely request your help."

Alter said humbly:

"The trolls of Zul'Gurub are hopeless, they need to feel the pain of nature!"

"I just came here to harvest the wizard."

Myra waved his dark red sleeves and sat on the stone beside Oort. He said to the wither druid in front of him:

"In the name of His Majesty Tyraine, I bring you some much-needed news. This time there are six Loa standing on the side of the troll, Midnight Lord Shiric, Shadra the Conspiracy Spider, the God of the Tigers Valar, Besske, the **** of cheetahs, and Hesis, the **** of serpents, and finally Hakkar, the most difficult soul-grabber, and in this battle, the dark-blooded blood lords will stand on your side. "

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

"I have understood the beliefs of trolls. Their Loa gods are mostly spirits of the beasts, but compared to the powerful ancient demigods, they are too weak to be called gods... Soon, from Hyjal A new batch of Druid brothers coming from the mountain will also join this war to maintain natural balance, and after this war, evil beliefs will no longer be shrouded in trolls, they will also learn to live with nature ."

"Of course, the Valley of Thorns was originally a holy land for the wither. The King of Dark Blades thinks you are the most important ally, so I can understand."

Myra squinted and said:

"I have told my subordinates that the goblins of the Treasure Bay will dig out the mistakes of crude oil, but as the maintenance of allies, I hope that the blighters can set aside for the business circle of Treasure Bay Some spaces, after all, that city has a special meaning to us."

"The goblins are very disrespectful of nature's will."

Orr nodded characteristically, he frowned and said:

"But the existence of the Treasure Bay is also a very important port for the wither. Our brothers will set off from there to travel around the world to spread the faith of nature. Therefore, the wither will allow the Treasure Bay to continue to exist. , And when necessary, we will respond to the request of that city, but they also need to open the city to the wither."

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

"You can coordinate with Buddy at this point, we don't care."

Myra waved his hand, and the map of blood spread out in front of the eyes of the two. It was Zur'Gurub's internal topographic map. The finger of the blood lord clicked on the map:

"Midnight Lord Chiric, that is an ugly and gritty vampire bat. Its existence has a special meaning for the blood lord, so it will be solved by us, and then Haka, the soul-slayer, This Loa, even in a group of trolls with distorted beliefs, can be called a lunatic. It will return from exile. Once it returns to Stranglethorn Vale, the land will be shrouded in darkness."

Myra's sharp nails collided, he looked at the Harvest Wizard, he said in a deep voice:

"As a powerful expression of goodwill, Hakkar the Spirit Destroyer will be resolved by His Majesty Tyraine and his followers!"

"well!"

There was a smile on the harvest wizard’s face. He thought about the number of troops that Lin Jing could dispatch, and then the number of druids. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"Ordinary troll believers are not a trouble. The real headaches of the wither are those 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, The ancient city will become the new sanctuary of the wither, and the teaching of natural balance will spread from there to the whole world..."

This typical believer's speech made Myra somewhat uncomfortable. He hasn't dealt with fanatics for a long time, but this evening, he came to see the harvest wizards not just to discuss the matter of war. After a few minutes, Myra looked around and said to Alter:

"I still have a personal thing. I want to ask you for help. Shepherd first gave birth. I have a friend, um... an old friend in the past, his situation is not very good."

"Ok?"

Alter Stantin looked at Myra suspiciously. He said:

"The wither is proficient in life magic, but we are just beginning to study the undead. Seriously, if there is a problem with the body of the undead, I may not be able to help much."

"No, no, he is not a necromancer."

The handsome blood lord lowered his voice somewhat awkwardly:

"His name is Erics, Eric Cuvatro. Yanblade, is a Paladin, you know, Paladins are a group of stubborn guys, he is my very good friend, we have been together He served in the Knights of the Silver Hand, and after I found Lumi again, he felt that I had betrayed my faith, so he wanted me to go back. In short, it was a very troublesome thing, but I didn’t hate him. He was a great person. Man, really good brother."

Myra sighed:

"While the tragedy occurred in my dark temple, Kuvatello "accidentally" annoyed my wife, so Rumi punished him slightly, and several spars infested by the power of the void were injected into Kuvatlo. In the body, the Holy Light and the Void, two diametrically opposed energies are entangled in his body. He is not yet dead, but...more painful than death."

"Your friend is actually between life and death, but it is different from the blood lord who is biased towards death. His state at this time is biased towards life, but he cannot be perfectly reconciled between the two opposing forces. You Want me to use life magic to reduce his pain?"

There was a dignified expression on the harvest wizard's face:

"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. Oort."

Myra stood up and shook hands with the Harvest Wizard, and when he left, he hesitated and said to Ort:

"Please keep this matter confidential. In addition, if he really has no hope, please give him one for me...pleasure."

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