Robbie had made up his mind that this Drakuru seemed to be honest enough.
The fall of King of a Thousand Worms Daksin, is a shameful disgrace that the Drakkari Frost Trolls are ashamed to mention, but for the Frost Trolls ' mortal enemies, the Furbolg, it is a topic they relish.
In fact, how Dak'sin perished remains a mystery to this day.
Legendary that King of a Thousand Worms Daksin, is an Ice Worm with nine heads. No matter how many heads are cut off, as long as one head remains, it can grow back. Darkin cruelly oppresses the Furbolg. Dak'sin has a huge appetite and eats nine hundred Furbolg at each meal.
The Furbolg was bullied and resentful, but unfortunately, it was powerless to fight back.
Like all heroic Legendary, a warrior among the Furbolg accidentally obtained a divine sword. After getting drunk, he used the sword to cut off nine of Dak'sin's heads in one go.
Clearly, this Legendary is as unreliable as the claim that an Orcs wounded Sargeras.
Robbie and his group led Drakuru into the ruins. Drakuru looked around, equally unfamiliar with the ancient ruins, and soon arrived at the central temple.
The temple was in ruins, its walls long gone, leaving only a few broken stone pillars, bearing the marks of wind and rain. Strangely, in the center of the temple ruins, there was a stone-carved brazier, still emitting a green glow.
Judging from the fresh soil around the brazier, it was recently unearthed, as its bottom is fused with the foundation and therefore cannot be moved.
Robbie pointed to the brazier and asked, "Drakuru, do you know what this is?"
Drakuru's mind raced, realizing this might be a test of his loyalty, so he cautiously replied:
"I saw a record of it in the royal library of Zul'Drak. This is the entrance to the secret passage. You need to prepare three waterweed leaves from the northern lake and five portions of Frozen Magic Essence, throw them into the brazier, and the secret passage will open."
Robbie nodded, satisfied. "Drakuru, well done. You're one step closer to freedom."
One of Robbie's men took out waterweed leaves and magic essence and threw them into the brazier. This was a tall warrior, whose physique was even stronger than that of Tauren. Unfortunately, his head and face were covered by a black cloth, so it was impossible to determine his race.
A black Portal appeared next to the brazier. Several subordinates went through the Portal first, followed by Robbie and Drakuru, while the remaining subordinates stood guard outside.
After exiting the Portal, Drakuru looked around. It was a stone-built room, probably deep underground, with torches placed at intervals along the walls.
In the center of the room was an Altar, and nearby were more than a dozen Troll skeletons. Judging from their decaying clothes, these dead were likely Priests of King of a Thousand Worms Daksin.
Legendary the King of a Thousand Worms Daksin, was extremely harsh on his Priests. If anything happened to Dak'sin, even just the loss of his head, all his Priests would be buried with him.
Robbie didn't give Drakuru time to appreciate the ancient Altar, but instead led Drakuru to a corner of the room.
Here stands a nine-headed Ice Worm statue, its eyes inlaid with rubies.
Robbie pointed to the statue and said:
"We discovered that these heads can rotate, and we speculate that if we follow a certain order, we can activate a mysterious mechanism. There are some ancient characters below the statues. Drakuru, do you recognize these characters?"
Drakuru carefully read the inscription on the statue's base and exclaimed in surprise:
"I recognize these characters. Legendary ten thousand years ago, all the Trolls were under the rule of the Zandalari Empire. The great Emperor Archaeus led the Trolls to conquer the entire world, becoming the Overlords of Azeroth, and for the first time, they unified the writing system. Yes, these are the characters created by Emperor Archaeus. Unfortunately, Sundering disaster destroyed the ancient Troll Empire."
Robbie found it somewhat amusing. Archaeus, who was ten thousand years old, was nothing more than a clown who couldn't be brought to the stage. The writing on the pedestal was not created by Trolls, but by the writing of the Highborne.
Sure enough, all races love to boast about their ancestors, Trolls are no exception.
Drakuru carefully examined the text on it, and following the order recorded in the text, he turned the nine Ice Worm heads one by one. With an unpleasant mechanical sound, the heavy base slowly slid away, revealing a deep cave.
A musty smell wafted out, indicating that the cave had been sealed for many years. One of Robbie's men went inside and soon crawled out, indicating that it was safe inside.
Robbie led Drakuru into the cave. The first part of the cave was very narrow, only allowing one person to pass at a time, and it was difficult to walk. Before long, it became wider and they entered a long corridor-like cave.
The walls were covered with bas-reliefs, all encased in a thin layer of ice to prevent the fuel, which had been kept hidden from the sun for years, from evaporating. This was clearly the work of the first subordinate to arrive.
Drakuru stared at the mural, trembling with shock and utterly terrified. His worldview was turned upside down, and he staggered, barely managing to steady himself by leaning against the wall.
"How is this possible? Is this how the Loa came to be?"
The mural depicts the growth process of an Ice Worm, starting as an Ice Worm, growing into a giant Ice Worm, and eventually becoming the leader of an Ice Worm clan.
Because the Ice Worm was so large, it attracted the attention of a mysterious being, who bestowed upon it mysterious power a slender figure shrouded in shadow.
The Ice Worm grew even larger and gained sentience. It ascended a pyramid-like Altar, below which, amidst swirling clouds, countless Trolls knelt.
The Ice Worm usually feeds on these Trolls, and its evolution process is extremely savage. It increases its power by devouring the souls of Trolls. Over a long period of time, it has successively devoured the souls of nine powerful Troll emperors and grown nine heads.
Thus, a tiny Ice Worm evolved into King of a Thousand Worms Daksin.
Drakuru sat weakly on the ground, clutching his hair tightly, and said with a bitter smile:
"So the self-proclaimed great Drakkari Frost Trolls were merely food kept by the Loa; they fed on our souls, and we were all deceived."
Seeing Drakuru's utterly shattered worldview, Robbie secretly thought that his plan had achieved initial success.
Controlling Drakuru is not easy. This basement and the corridor under the statue were discovered by the Scourge by chance. However, these murals were deliberately forged based on the evolution of the Loa, with the aim of making Drakuru realize the truth.
Drakuru is no ordinary Troll; he is a Troll with ideals, courage, and boldness. His rise to power is only lacking an opportunity.
Robbie looked at the mural on the wall, a hint of disappointment on his face, and waved his hand, saying, "Drakuru, you're free. The Scourge thanks you for your help."
"What, you're the Scourge?"
Drakuru was both surprised and delighted. He immediately remembered the mission he was entrusted with and was about to speak when he hesitated.
The Zul'Drak Empire is merely a breeding ground built by the Loa. Is there any point in such an empire existing? No, now that the truth is known, change must be made.
Drakuru secretly made up his mind and finally found his own value.