The climate of Grizzly Hills is completely different from other areas of Northrend. Although some thin snow residue can be seen in this area from the air, as far as the eye can see, it is more green and looks more similar to the environment in the northern part of Eastern Kingdoms, which is warm and comfortable.
However, if you look carefully, you can still see many differences. Grizzly Hills is dotted with towering trees. These trees should all be cold-resistant species such as pine trees. The rolling hills are dotted with endless streams, giving this land a vigorous vitality.
Except for the difference in tree species, compared to the densely forested areas in Eastern Kingdoms, there are almost no traces of civilization in Grizzly Hills, retaining the most primitive wild scenery.
"Maybe we should set up our base in this area." Looking at the lush dense forest below, Bolvar said with emotion, "The environment here reminds me of what Duskwood in the south of Stormwind City looked like before it was cursed."
"If you don't tame Proto-Dragon with your men, is it really okay to come over and see Furbolg?" Aaron glanced at the Stormwind City Grand Duke, "Varian is still waiting for you to bring him a Proto-Dragon cavalry unit."
Bolvar waved his hand, "Of course I will not slack off on the tasks His Majesty the King has given me, but now I don't need to keep an eye on this work. The method of hatching and domesticating young dragons has basically been figured out. I have already written to His Majesty to report the good news. I am just waiting for my family to send a group of qualified soldiers to receive these new partners."
Because he was worried that long-distance sea travel would be detrimental to the newly hatched baby dragons, Bolvar finally decided to let Stormwind City send a group of soldiers to Northrend to cultivate relationships with these Proto-Dragon, and then take them back when they grew older.
It just takes a while to wait for these young dragons to grow up. According to the information I heard from Dragonflayer Vrykul, it takes about ten years for Proto-Dragon to emerge from its shell and reach adulthood.
For beasts of the size of Proto-Dragon, this time is already considered short. Their close relatives, the giant dragons, take hundreds of years from birth to adulthood.
"By the way, you just said that we should set up the base here, right?" Aaron pondered for a while and said, "I remember that there is a river in the south of this area that connects to the sea, so I guess it's not a big problem."
"Yes, yes, look at the dense trees here. They are all good materials. Just cutting down these trees is enough for you to maintain your base. Why do you need to worry about funds like now?" Bolvar saw Aaron's move and continued to persuade, "Look at Howling Fjord's poor place, surrounded by cliffs and inconvenient transportation. You'd better move here as soon as possible."
"What you said makes sense." Aaron nodded in agreement, and then changed his tone, "But you are so actively trying to persuade me to use plate armor, do you have any other intentions?"
"Hey," Bolvar smiled like a profiteer when he heard this, "When you move everyone away, can you leave that Utgarde Keep to us so that we can have a fixed camp to tame Proto-Dragon in the future."
"Let me tell you, it turns out that I am interested in Utgarde," Aaron said angrily, "You can also want Utgarde, but it is not without conditions. My Covenant City is at the time when construction is going on. I know that your Stormwind City and Stonemasons' Guild are very strong in construction..."
"No problem, I believe His Majesty will agree to this." Bolvar wasn't too surprised when he heard Aaron said there were still conditions. Instead, he was surprised when he heard Aaron wanted to give Stonemasons' Guild showed a little surprise when he pulled Covenant City over, but quickly calmed down, "Then it's settled, after you move here, leave Utgarde to us Stormwind City."
"I haven't decided yet that I have to move here. Utgarde What a good fortress. Look at how desolate this place is. If I want to move here, I can only live in a wooden house." After Aaron finished speaking, he suddenly remembered, Utgarde Keep is not just a base for the Northrend expedition. "Even if I really move away, I can't leave it all to you. Those Dragonflayer Vrykul will definitely have to go home after the war."
"These are all minor problems. We'll discuss the details later," Bolvar said nonchalantly, then pointed to the huge tree stump in front and said, "Those Furbolg came out."
Aaron After they arrived at Broken Crown, which is Furbolg's Blackmaw Hold, they met with Furbolg who was in charge of guarding The sentry negotiated for a while and found out that because there were a large number of elves in the team, these Furbolg were not too hostile to Aaron. After briefly asking about their purpose, they went to report them.
"Are these guys a little too enthusiastic?" Halduron, as the leader of the rangers, also came over. Faced with the enthusiasm of these Furbolg, he was a little confused and slightly wary, "Is there something in this..."
Before Halduron could finish speaking, Liadrin interrupted him rudely, "Why are you acting like Lor'themar? Aren't you tired from thinking so much? Didn't I tell you that I met them last time I came here, and these Furbolg are absolutely fine."
"Stop arguing. Furbolg's good attitude towards us is also thanks to your long ears. Your ancestors were allies with these Furbolg, and we have benefited from it." Aaron explained, and then stepped forward to meet several Furbolg coming from Blackmaw Hold.
Several of them, Furbolg, are obviously older than other members of the tribe, with a slightly stooped body and a cane in their hands. Their eyes also shine with the light of wisdom that takes time to accumulate.
If these elderly Furbolg represent the wisdom of Furbolg, then the rest can be regarded as the power of Furbolg. These bipedal giant bears can almost hold up two human soldiers, and their strong and burly bodies are full of wild power.
Most of these Furbolgs are naked, with only some fur and other things around their lower bodies. Those Furbolgs with relatively high status will also hang some animal teeth and other decorations around their necks to show their status.
After seeing the group of people, the elderly Furbolg quickened their pace. One of the white Furbolg rushed to Aaron and shook Aaron's hand with its thick and powerful bear claws. The force was so strong that Aaron almost couldn't help but put a Divine Shield on himself.
The elder Furbolg didn't know it yet. After shaking hands with Aaron enthusiastically, he began to introduce himself and express his welcome to this group of people.
"White-skinned elves, and... short-eared elves, welcome to Blackmaw Hold, I am Elder Frostfang."
As a result, the first volume of this Furbolg elder almost made Aaron spit out a mouthful of blood. These Furbolg don't know other races except elves, right?