After being tortured by Swift Voodoo, the pale-faced Aurelia also became a good friend of Zangier.

Don't look at Tyrion's dissolution of Zangir's touch as a weight, that's because Tyrion is the most powerful necromancer in the world, and that purple toxin is not only fatal to the living, even if it is a necromancy, without the support of a large enough death energy, the dead body will also be burned through voodoo.

However, for Sarein, who can control blood, Zangir's touch is not so terrifying.

And Zangier 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 the living, but the toxin is also very sweet, that sweetness can even be tasted by the dead, the same principle is the juice of the broken intestine flower, and the toxin of the black widow spider, they all have their own taste, very wonderful, and most importantly, under the blend of Zangir, these toxins will be integrated..."

The troll placed the same material in front of Aurelia's eyes, detailing it for her:

"These concocted toxins will be even more terrifying, it can destroy the nerve centers of fools in an instant, but the good friend of the pointed ears is dead, so these toxins are useless to you, but they can make the pointed ears feel the smell... There are many more flavors, but Zangier doesn't have that much time to gather ingredients, so if your good friends want to taste more, you'll have to find it yourself. ”

After hearing this strange argument, the Blood Mistress was eye-opening, and she picked up an air-dried scorpion tail and said to Zangir:

"Idiot, I don't doubt it anymore, you're the chef we need the most, how about it? Come back with us to the Dark Temple, it's the perfect home, and there's no need for a chef. ”

"It's awesome that a good friend with Pointed Ears invited Zangier to be a guest."

Zangier jumped around beside him, but after a moment he shook his head, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"But Zangier won't leave the Valley of Thorns... Zangir welcomes the pointy-eared people to come and see me often... In short, Zangier will prepare better food for the pointy ears in the next period of time. ”

Aurelia was about to say something, but was stopped by Tyrion with a look, and over the next few hours, the three friends chatted about the god Loa in the Valley of Thorns, which Bonsandy had asked Zangir to relay to Tyrion, and after nightfall, with a smirking Zangier waving goodbye, the Tyrion set out on their way back to the Grove Fortress.

In the midst of the silence of the forest, Aurelia suddenly spoke:

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

"Hmm"

Tyrion nodded silently, and Aurelia reached out and clasped Tyrion's arm, leaning on his shoulder, and asked softly:

"Why don't you let me take Zangir with you? He's so pathetic..."

"Because he can't leave the Valley of Thorns."

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

"Remember when Zangier told us his own story? When I was 7 years old, I fell asleep thirsty and hungry, and then I dreamed of Bonsandy... That's not a dream, Aurelia, it's impossible for a living person to dream of death, Zangier at that time, already... In short, Bonsandy, who is in charge of life and death, gave him a second life, and the price was that he could never leave the Valley of Thorns again, and could only serve as Bonsandy's spokesman in this land, bringing terrible deaths to other trolls. ”

"Oh my God, this..."

Aurelia covered her mouth, women were naturally irresistible to these stories, and she glanced back at Zangier's dwelling in the mountains, and she asked:

"Do you think he knows the truth?"

"Does it matter?"

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

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

"I'm actually quite jealous of Zangier, at least he still has his own happiness, and what about us? We were left with each other. ”

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Before Tyrion returned to the Grove Fortress, the Withercaller Patriarch stationed there, the Harvest Wizard Oort. Statin was already talking to Myra, the Blood Lord.

Probably because he had been exposed to the vengeful seed of life with his own hands, so that Ort took a different path to the study of druids' spells, and in the perception of more emphasis on strength and balance, this guy's strength became more and more refined, and when the robed Myra walked into the forest elf's special den of trees entwined, he saw the back of Ort, 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 Zurghrab are becoming more and more depraved, and they are polluting this sacred forest with the blood of evil gods."

Feeling the chill coming from behind him, Aort opened his eyes from meditation, he looked back at the Blood Lord, and leaned slightly towards the powerful Sarein, in the teachings of the Blightcallers, the necromancers are not evil, they represent the cycle of the end of life, and the silent death is also a part of the cycle, the Blightcasters have refined the originally rough natural cycle a lot.

In their view, the necromancer represents the will of death, and the necromancer will one day return to eternal death, and everything they do during this period is the dictation of death, just as the witherer acts according to the dictation of life.

"On the battlefield today, I have seen troll sacrifices wielding evil magic, creatures that have been alienated, painful, infused with the blood of evil gods, this desecration is unbearable, servants of the Lord of the Blades, I sincerely ask for your help."

Ault humbly said:

"The trolls of Zurgrab are hopeless, they need to feel the pain of nature!"

"That's what I'm here for, Harvest Wizard."

Riding on the stone beside Aort with a wave of her dark red sleeves, Myra said to the Blightcaller druid in front of her:

"In the name of His Majesty Tyrion, I have brought some much-needed news for you, there are six Loa on the side of the trolls, Midnight Lord Cirik, Conspiracy Queen Shadra, Tiger God Ivarral, Cheetah God Bethek and Serpent God Hesses, and finally the most difficult Soul Reaper Haka, and this battle, the Blood Lords of the Darkblade, will be on your side."

The Blightcaster Druid nodded, a flash of disgust in his eyes:

"I've learned about the beliefs of the trolls, and most of their Loa gods are beast spirits, but they are so weak compared to the powerful ancient demigods that they don't deserve to be called gods... Soon, a new group of Druid brothers from Mount Hyjal will join the war to preserve the balance of nature, and after this battle, evil beliefs will no longer haunt the trolls, and they will learn to live with nature. ”

"Of course, the Valley of Thorns is the sacred land of the Blightburners, and the Lord of the Blades considers you to be the most important ally, so I can understand that."

Myra squinted her eyes and said:

"I've told my subordinates that the goblins of Booty Bay will be stopped from digging for crude oil, but as a bond between allies, I hope that the Blightcallers will make some room for the business community of Booty Bay, after all, that city has a special meaning to us."

"Goblins have great disrespect for nature's will."

Aort nodded, and he frowned and said:

"But the existence of Booty Bay is also a very important port for the Blightcallers, from where our brothers will travel to the world to spread the faith of nature, so the Blightcallers will allow the Treasure Bay to continue to exist, and if necessary, we will respond to the city's request, but they also need to open the city to the Blightcallers."

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

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

Myra waved her hand, and the map of blood spread out in front of the two of them, it was the internal topographic map of Zur Grab, and the blood lord's finger dotted on the map:

"Midnight Lord Hirik, that is an ugly and hideous vampire bat, its existence has a special meaning for the Blood Lord, therefore, it will be up to us to deal with it, and then Haka the Soul Reaver, this Loa is a madman even in the group of trolls with twisted beliefs, it will return from exile, and once it returns to the Valley of Thorns, this land will be shrouded in darkness."

Myra's sharp nails bumped into each other, and he looked at the Harvest Wizard, and he said in a deep voice:

"As a powerful gesture of goodwill, Haka the Soul Reaver, will be dealt with by His Majesty Tyrion and his followers!"

"Good!"

A smile finally appeared on the face of the Harvest Wizard, and he counted the army that the forest spirit could dispatch, and then the number of druids, and finally, he let out a sigh of relief:

"Ordinary Troll Believers are not a problem, the real headache for the Blightcasters is the Priests of Loa with their strange powers, but now, with the help and support of the Darkblade Legion, we have more confidence in purifying Zulghrab, and that ancient city will become the new Sanctuary of the Blightcaller, and the doctrine of natural balance will spread to the whole world from there..."

This typical Christian speech was somewhat uncomfortable for Myra, who had not dealt with the fanatics for a long time, but this evening, he had not only come to see the Harvest Wizard to discuss war, but after a few minutes, Myrah looked left and right, and said to Aort:

"I have another personal matter, I want to ask you for help, the pastor is the first child, I have a friend, um... An old friend from the past, his situation is not good. ”

"Huh?"

Aort. Statin looked at Myra suspiciously, and he said:

"The Blightcaller is proficient in life magic, but we're just getting started with the study of necromancy, and seriously, if something goes wrong with the necromancer's body, I probably won't be able to help much."

"No, no, he's not a necromancy."

The handsome Blood Lord lowered his voice with some embarrassment:

"His name is Alex, Alex. Cuvatello. Fireblade, he's a paladin, you know, paladins are a bunch of stubborn guys, he's a very good friend of mine, we served together in the Knights of the Silver Hand, and after I got Lumi back, he thought I had betrayed my faith and wanted to take me back, anyway, a lot of trouble, but I don't hate him, he's a great guy, a really good brother. ”

Myra sighed:

"And the tragedy occurred during the period of my dark temple, Cuvatello "accidentally" annoyed my wife, so Lumi punished him slightly, several hedrons infected by the power of the void were injected into Cuvatello's body, holy light and void, two seriously opposing energies entangled in his body, he was not dead, but... More painful than death. ”

"Your friend is actually between life and death, but unlike the Blood Lord who is biased towards death, his state at this time is biased towards life, but he cannot be perfectly reconciled between two opposing forces, you want me to use life magic to alleviate his pain?"

A solemn expression appeared on the face of the Harvest Wizard:

"This particular case is very rare, and I don't know if I can help him, but I am willing to help him."

"Great, thank you, Mr. Ault."

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

"Please keep this matter a secret, and if he really has no hope, please give him one for me... Have fun."