These High Elves had shown no hostility toward the Furbolgs, and they were fairly strong. Other ideas began to form in Uruk-Rum's mind. "The situation ahead has spiraled completely out of control. If you want to reach Zul'Drak, I suggest entering the hills through the mountain pass to the west, then heading to Zul'Drak."
Uruk-Rum glanced back toward the two shrines. Kodian and Osthorn had probably already fallen, and the two shrines had likely been lost as well.
"You know these hills well?" Patrick pondered. Grizzly Hills was the Furbolgs' homeland, and they outnumbered all the other races here combined. They were giant bear-people-enormous creatures with a bear's build, fur, and other characteristics. Aside from their humanlike hands and intelligence, they looked dangerous, and they were skilled fighters, all on the level of advanced professionals.
Fortunately, however, they showed little aggression outside their own territory and were very mild-tempered.
Grizzly Hills lived up to its name, with small hills everywhere. Along the north, the terrain grew rugged and began to resemble mountains, while the south was comparatively flat. Dense forests blanketed the land from end to end, except above a few streams and small rivers. Towering trees and lush green grass filled the landscape with life, and there were also some primitive trading posts, such as the Evergreen Trading Post, the White Poplar Trading Post, and the Heartwood Trading Post.
Snow lay everywhere here, but there was little cold. Wind howled overhead, but the trees kept it from reaching the ground, leaving this place generally warmer than Dragonblight and Borean Tundra. It was still dangerous, with steep slopes, hidden boulders, and especially frozen rivers, but it was much better than most other regions. At least the landscape here was lush and green.
Grizzly Hills teemed with life, but it was