Zangir the Exile, this is a strange troll.

If you can get on good terms with the cannibalistic trolls in Thorn Hollow, they'll be happy to tell you stories about Zangier if they don't eat you.

In a sense, the exile Zangier is also considered a "famous name".

Zangier was born in the ruins of Juval in the Valley of Thorns, of course, when he was born, it was not a ruin, it was the location of a small clan of trolls, it is said that Zangier was born stupid and had some problems with intelligence, so he was abandoned since he was a child, this little poor little poor was very lucky to survive in the dangerous Valley of Thorns, but no clan was willing to accept a fool, so Zangir has been wandering in various clans in the Valley of Thorns.

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

No one knows how Zangir did it, some say that he made a potion out of the herbs of the Valley of Thorns to control the minds of other people and make them kill each other, while others say that Zangir was actually a genius apothecary who killed all his people with poison and then turned them into brainless zombies.

But no one would be stupid enough to ask Zangir himself, and after this massacre, the Gulabash trolls of Zur Grab had tried to recruit Zangir, and the priests of the god Loa needed the mysterious potion in Zangir's possession, but because of Zangir's own insane nature, he was quickly driven out.

Zangier has a very bad problem... He likes to be friends with people, provided you survive his strange potions, and so far, no one has been able to be a "good friend" of Zangier.

At this time, in the forest spirit tribe, the dirty and ugly troll Zangir looked at the hand in front of him, a trace of joy flashed in his chaotic eyes, he rubbed his hands with some excitement, looked at Tyrion, and asked in a suspicious tone:

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

Tyrion shrugged, and he whispered:

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

"No, Zangir isn't great."

The old troll let out a creck laugh as he tilted his head to look at Tyrion:

"The pointy-eared elf guessed wrong, Zangier isn't great at all... But Zangier also likes to make friends. ”

As he spoke, his thin, dirty hand clenched Tyria's hand, and in an instant, a strange purple mist wrapped around Tyria's wrist, and Aurelia screamed and was about to pounce to help, but Tyrion stopped him.

The King of the Dark Blades calmly looked at the troll in front of him, he could feel that a very strange toxin was seeping into his veins from his skin, it was full of destructive toxins, but it was useless for the necromancer, the blood in Tyrion's body was manipulated by his will, and the dark red death energy seeped into the blood, under the effect of Salein's blood-sucking ability, soon, purple blood droplets appeared on Tyrion's fingertips.

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

"Nice toxin, it can effectively destroy the blood circulation of most lives, and then let them suffer a long torture and then die a painful death, it seems that the rumors are true, you are a genius pharmacist... Does this toxin have a name? Why don't you call it Zangil's Touch? ”

"Zangil's Touch? Good name! Pal! ”

The troll clutched his stomach and laughed exaggeratedly, and after a moment he stopped laughing, looked Tyrion up and down, and in a solemn gesture, handed him the worn-out bracelet on his wrist:

"You're a friend of Zangier, Pointed Ears!"

Seeing that Tyrion took that wrist and stayed on his wrist, the troll jumped around in place as if he was crazy, and even danced a strange war dance, and under the curious gaze of those forest elves, Zangir patted his chest and shouted:

"Look! Lo and behold, Zangier has a friend! Zangier isn't alone! ”

"So, who is he?"

Aurelia walked up to Tyrion and looked at the happy mad troll in front of her with a look of pity, and whispered:

"It looks so pathetic."

"Zangier, a madman who can give everything for his friends."

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

"And now, he's my friend."

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

At Tyrion's request, he jumped into the lake of the Valley of Thorns to take a bath, and changed into a black robe, like a kind of wizened monkey, leading the way in front of Tyrion and Aurelia, he inherited the footsteps of the trolls' souls, no matter how you look at it, his walk is like dancing, very funny, but after watching it for a long time, you will find that it is actually full of strange beauty.

The newly dressed Zangir looked less terrible, less visible as if he was about to walk around, and at this time, he was taking his new friend to his residence, in a hidden cave next to the forest elf's fortress.

To Aurelia's surprise, she would have thought that the place where the scruffy troll lived must be like a garbage heap, but when she actually walked into this warm cavern, it was as if she had walked into the laboratory of an alchemist, with wooden bottles placed next to them, and cleaned potions next to them, some kind of voodoo ritual symbols painted on the walls, and a wooden chest on one side, filled with various materials.

Air-dried frogs, weird scorpions, and some herbs that exude a strong smell.

But overall, the place is not bad, and Aurelia can barely tolerate it.

"Look at this! Pointed ears, this is the best potion for Zangir. ”

Zangir took out a jar of fragrant liquid from his collection, held it in both hands, and handed it to Tyrion as if it were a precious treasure, his thin face full of a flattering smile:

"Take it, and if anyone wants to hurt the pointed ears, you throw it out..."

Zangier made a throwing gesture, then squinted his eyes and said:

"It will kill all enemies and turn them into pointy-eared "new friends"! ”

Looking at the flattery on Zangier's face, Tyrion shook his head, although he did have a certain utilitarian purpose in making friends with Zangier, but in terms of his character, he was not the kind of guy who would take advantage of it in the name of friendship, he would take what he needed with his own hands, and he disdained to do such a thing.

The King of the Dark Blades coughed lightly, patted Zangir on the shoulder, and whispered:

"Keep it, Zangier, it's your treasure, a true friend can't take a friend's treasure, and... You don't need to please me, you don't need to please friends, we treat each other sincerely, I'm here just to ask you a few questions. ”

But the former "friends" wanted this from Zangier! ”

The troll gave a strange expression as he looked at Tyrion:

"Zangier hasn't given it to anyone, except for pointed ears, you can take it, it doesn't matter, Zangier can make more, in the old days, Zangier didn't need friends, Zangier could make friends himself!"

This sentence with a hint of innocence made Aurelia subconsciously shudder, and she could probably think of what kind of friend Zangill had "made" himself.

But Tyrion refused once more, and as he sat down on the stone chair of the cavern, he looked at Zangill, who was busy with a pile of strange materials, and asked softly:

"My friend, you're a Bonsandy, aren't you?"

"Yes, Bonsandy, my first friend."

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

"It was one night, and Zangier was 7 years old at the time... Well, maybe 8 years old, anyway, Zangier was so hungry, he hadn't eaten for 3 days, Zangier hid in the woods of Juval, peeked at those "friends" dancing and singing, they sang so well, Zangier fell asleep before he knew it, and then, Zangier saw Bonsandi... He said he wanted to be friends with Zangier. ”

The lonely troll let out a quackling laugh, and he picked up an air-dried scorpion, and then took the stone bowl, crushed it, and then put it with the chopped materials, and shook:

"Zangier thought it was a sweet dream, because no one wanted to be friends with Zangier, until the next morning, when Zangier woke up, his good friend brought Zangier a dying elk, and gave Zangier a full meal, which was the most delicious breakfast Zangier had ever had... Since then, his good friend has taken a few days out of his month to play with Zangir, and he has taught him how to prepare potions and find medicinal herbs..."

Tyrion nodded, in fact, when he saw Zangill, he probably guessed this matter, the reason why Zangier's potion is so terrifying is not simply the reason for the compatibility of the potions, it is somewhat mixed with a trace of Bonsandy's power, very weak, but Tyrion can feel it.

A few minutes later, Zangier threw the suspicious material in his hand into the pot he had cleaned, and squeezed Tyrion's eyes as he boiled:

"Pointed ears, in fact, Zangier is hiding a secret, months ago, Zangier knew that you would come... Bonsandy told me and he told me that I would soon have a lot of new friends... Zangir will not continue to be lonely, so Zangir has been waiting here, those forest elves are so stupid, they don't understand what they say, Zangir doesn't understand, but they are kind, they allow Zangir to live in their place. ”

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

"Although they always sneak up on Zangir with some strange seeds, it doesn't matter, those seeds are delicious anyway, oh yes, Pointed Ears, Bonsandy has Zangier tell you that some of the bad Loas have banded together and are ready to give their power to the fools of Gulabash so that they can defeat the friendly forest spirits and reclaim their land."

Zangier turned his head at this moment, his head turned about 180 degrees strangely, looking very terrifying, at this moment, his chaotic eyes shone with a look that did not belong to Zangier, and Tyrion's expression also became weird, he recognized the eyes in front of him, they belonged to Bonsandy.

"Time is running out for you to fulfill your promise, Lord of the Darkblade, Hakka the Soul Reaver is about to return to the real world, there is only one chance to kill it, and Zangir, this good boy of mine will help you."

"For the sake of the promise between us, don't let old Sambondi down."

"I never fight battles that I don't know for sure, the least you have to tell me is, who will I face?"

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

"Aha! Prepare a meal for two pointy ears! ”

As he spoke, Zangier took out two plates, scooped up the strange things that had been boiled in the pot, put them together, and garnished them with flowers and grass, and handed them to Tyrion and Aurelia.

Looking at the strange things on the plate in his hand, it was difficult for even the nervous necromancers to eat them in one go, Tyrion and Aurelia glanced at each other, and finally the King of the Dark Blades spoke:

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

"Oh... Pointy ears, believe in Zangier, good friend. ”

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

"Eat, eat, pointy, you're going to love it, trust Zangier."

In the midst of this graciousness, Tyrion picked up the wooden fork and forked a strange object, he hesitated for a few seconds, then closed his eyes, put the thing in his mouth, and chewed.

The next moment, Tyrion's eyes snapped open, and he looked at the smirking Zangier in front of him with an incredible gaze, and then quickly ate the contents of the plate into his mouth.

The food was not pretty, it looked very weird, but what was even more strange was that it restored Tyrion's long-lost sense of taste, he felt sweetness, he felt spicy, he felt bitterness, he felt the taste that he had forgotten and did not know how to describe it.

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

"It's amazing!"

Aurelia also lost her lady's sails, and ate all the food in a hurry, and then offered new food for herself and Tyrion, and she looked at Zangier, and she screamed and asked:

"Zangier, how did you do that?"

"Beautiful pointy ears are not friends of Zangier, Zangier will not answer your questions, Zangier will only tell you that this is the magical power of voodoo, this is the best gift Zangir gives to Pointed Ears, but the living cannot enjoy it, those toxins will burn through their fragile bodies..."

The troll shrugged off Aurelia's question, Tyrion shook his head and pouted at Aurelia, and the Blood Mother gritted her teeth and stepped forward, reaching out to Zangier:

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

"Really?"

Zangir's eyes widened, and a look called happiness appeared on Zangier's face, and he rubbed his hands together and asked repeatedly:

"Is Pretty Pointy Ears really willing to be friends with Zangier? Wow, three good friends, Zangier is so happy! ”