The Winds of Change Sweep Through Zul'Gurub

Babu was an honest Gurubashi Troll—what, Trolls could be honest too?

Of course they could!

It was just that even honest Trolls seemed cruel when facing other races. Just as honest human farmers were still terrifyingly brutal to the field mice in their crops.

Babu was lucky. His grandfather and father had both been Jungle Trolls native to Zul'Gurub.

That made him a Troll of Zul'Gurub as well.

Do not underestimate that.

Because of that alone, his life was far easier than that of Trolls elsewhere.

Not to mention compared to the hellish lives of the former Desert Trolls—even compared with the Gurubashi in the jungles of Stranglethorn Vale, he had it much better.

At the very least, Jungle Trolls living in Zul'Gurub City did not have to worry about being carried away by beasts in their sleep, nor did they have to fear being captured by invading hostile tribes and made into slaves while they slept!

In Zul'Gurub, protected by the gods, conflict between tribes was forbidden. In Zul'Gurub, protected by the gods, beasts that harmed Trolls were either killed, driven away, or turned into pets.

Aside from a few dangerous mountain lakes, the Trolls of Zul'Gurub might not have lived particularly well, but at least they would not go hungry.

Babu was very young.

He had a younger sister and a younger brother.

One day, his mother, Yabu, called out to him. "We're almost out of food! Go catch some fish from the lake. Be careful not to fall in!"

The lake was the enormous mountain lake at the very center of Zul'Gurub, with the temple situated on an island in its middle.

This lake, called the Heart of Gurubashi, was Zul'Gurub's mother lake. Without it, there would be no Zul'Gurub.

More than half the food of ordinary