Drakuru disguised himself as a Furbolg and cautiously entered Grizzly Hills.
Grizzly Hills is a lush, green land suitable for living beings, with vast forests and countless wild animals. The Drakkari Trolls have long coveted this place, but unfortunately, they have never been able to bring it under their control.
Drakuru was unlucky and encountered an adventurer party.
This is a small squad from a large guild, with a camp at Rockspring in Grizzly Hills. Both Alliance and Horde members are present. Ostensibly employed by a scholar to study the relationship between the Drakkari Trolls and Furbolg, they are actually engaged in the treacherous slave trade.
Drakuru's disguise was full of flaws in the eyes of these professionals. After all, trolls who could disguise themselves as Furbolg Troll were not common. Drakuru himself was tall and mighty, a full head taller than the average Drakkari Troll, and he was also knowledgeable and eloquent.
Samir, the leader of the adventure party, thought that Drakuru might fetch a good price, so he captured him and imprisoned him in a cage at the Rock Camp.
To inflate Drakuru's price, Samir fabricated a distinguished lineage for him, portraying him as a Drakkari warrior who claimed that hundreds of Zandalari Trolls had died at Drakuru's hands.
The captured Drakkari Trolls were compiled into a long list and sent to the major powers of Northrend, with a negotiable price offered. Drakuru's name was at the very top of the list.
One of the lists eventually reached the Scourge. Robbie looked at Drakuru's name and immediately felt a sense of familiarity, quickly remembering this famous figure.
Rockspring Camp, the Troll that fools players, yes, that's him.
This might be a good opportunity. Kel'Thuzad obtained the secrets of the Loa from Loa of Kings Rezan. After studying them, many mysteries remain unsolved, and he urgently needs to find the true Loa.
The Scourge's intelligence work was excellent; they quickly discovered Drakuru's true identity Frost King Malakk's most trusted subordinate. Robbie secretly plotted, knowing this matter was crucial to finding a way for the Undead to become human, and finally decided to take matters into his own hands.
Robbie, disguised as a merchant, entered the Rock Camp with a formidable group of men.
Marlg, a human adventurer at the Rock Camp, realized that a big customer had arrived and hurriedly came out to greet him. Robbie went straight to the point and asked:
"I need a powerful Frost Trolls to protect the warehouses in the Zandalari Empire. It must be fierce enough to intimidate those greedy Zandalari Trolls. I've heard you have a Troll here named Drakuru who has killed hundreds of Zandalari Trolls."
Marlg smiled broadly and said, "Honorable guest, Drakuru is a brave Drakkari warrior. Although his price is a bit high, it is absolutely worth the money."
Drakuru, trapped in his cage, has been having nightmares these past few days. The Destiny of slaves is usually extremely tragic, especially for someone of his relatively strong and superior breed. He is a test subject of dark Warlock, a gladiator in the Arena, and a gourmet meal on the table. Just thinking about it sends chills down his spine.
Drakuru overheard the adventurers' conversation in the camp and heard that Doras, the richest woman in Kalimdor, was very interested in Drakuru. He learned that if he became her lover and entered her luxurious den, he would be drained of his mana within three months and become a Troll.
Just as Drakuru was filled with fear, he heard that someone wanted to buy him to be a bodyguard.
Although he lived a life of constant danger, for a lowly slave, this was the luckiest possible ending. Seeing Robbie approaching, Drakuru shouted loudly:
"Hey, hey, humans, I've lost count of how many Zandalari Trolls heads I've smashed. I've pulled out their fangs and made them into a suit of armor, and sewed their scalps into a vest. Believe me, I can crush a hundred Zandalari Trolls."
Robbie carefully observed Drakuru, and after confirming it without a doubt, nodded:
"Great, that's the one."
Marlg offered a high price, but Robbie didn't mind, ordered his men to pay, and took Drakuru away.
Drakuru followed carefully behind Robbie's group, secretly plotting his next move. After being released from the cage, Drakuru's first thought was naturally how to escape.
But Drakuru quickly realized that escape was impossible. Robbie's group was powerful and unfathomable. Drakuru felt like a mouse among cats and immediately gave up the idea of running away.
Soon, Robbie led Drakuru to the Dak'sin Ruins in the south.
This is an abandoned Troll city. Long ago, during the most glorious period of the Zul'Drak Empire, it possessed vast tracts of land in Grizzly Hills and built many cities. Dak'sin was the most brilliant jewel among them.
A century has passed, and a small number of Drakkari Trolls still live in the vast ruins of Dak'sin.
Drakuru sensed something was amiss; Robbie and his group's destination was the Dak'sin Ruins, but what value did this ancient ruin hold?
Robbie turned around and said to Drakuru looked puzzled:
"We rescued you not to guard the warehouse. We are adventurers serving an ancient force. We discovered a temple in the Dak'sin Ruins and found some interesting things. If you can help us answer some questions and demonstrate sufficient value, perhaps we will set you free."
The word "freedom" caught Drakuru's eye; he hadn't forgotten his mission.
Robbie asked, "So, Drakuru, how much do you know about the secrets of the Loa, such as how they came to be?"
Drakuru immediately looked troubled and said dejectedly:
"No one knows how the Loa came to be. Perhaps the ancient Zandalari Empire has records, but even the most noble Priests of Zul'Drak only told the people that the Loa were as ancient as the Azeroth. Of course, this was just a lie to deceive the people."
This answer was not unexpected.
The Drakkari Frost Trolls, living in a harsh, frigid land, need stronger cohesion. The less the people know, the better; they are also clearly more ignorant and superstitious.
As history has progressed, most of the Loa of Zul'Drak will soon perish, their power taken by their Priests. There is no better opportunity to understand the Loa than this.
Robbie tentatively asked, "Do you know of any way to steal the power of the Loa?"
Drakuru was terrified, his face turning deathly pale, and he shook his head repeatedly, saying:
"No, no, this is blasphemy against the gods. Trolls who hold such thoughts are Troll wicked. In our Zul'Drak, even the most greedy Priest would not entertain such a thought."
Robbie was puzzled after hearing this. Drakuru held a high position in the Zul'Drak Empire, and his judgment of the Priests should be correct. So what prompted those Priests to seize the power of the gods?
Robbie pointed to the Dak'sin Ruins and asked, "In the center of this ancient city, there's an abandoned temple. Do you know which god is worshipped there?"
Drakuru's face was conflicted, his expression bitter:
"Few know this secret. In the Zul'Drak Empire, it's a shameful thing to talk about. People say that the strongest Loa in the Zul'Drak Empire is the God of Flying Serpents, the Prophet Saronite. But in fact, at the height of the Zul'Drak Empire's glory, there existed Loa even stronger than the Prophet Saronite. His name was King of a Thousand Worms Daksin, and also the Guardian of this city."