As a race protected by Wild God, Furbolg's life is not as prosperous as Night Elf's, but at least they are living a pretty good life.
In Grizzly Hills, they are the absolute overlord. Even Ice Troll in the north cannot pose any real threat to them. They just build a Drak'Tharon Keep in the area bordering Zul'Drak and Grizzly Hills to defend against Furbolg's attack.
Thanks to the relatively warm climate of Grizzly Hills, countless wild beasts are active in this area. Furbolg, who mainly make a living by hunting and fishing, have expanded their population to tens of thousands.
Most of these tens of thousands of Furbolg live inside Grizzlemaw. These guys with endless brute strength hollowed out the middle of the tree stumps of Vordrassil, and then used the hollowed-out stumps of other thick trees as rooms, thus building their own residence.
The social structure of the Furbolg clan is relatively simple. The most powerful individual serves as the chief, and the experienced old Furbolg serves as the elder. Under the leadership of the chief and elders, Grizzlemaw These naive (intellectual) thick (business) simple (un)practical (high) Furbolg have spent thousands of Tranquility years in Grizzly Hills.
For these Furbolg who have lived a simple life for thousands of years, their biggest pleasure is to take the time to go to the north and have a fight with Ice Troll. Apart from that, they don't have any additional fun.
It is precisely for this reason that after Aaron and his party entered the interior of Grizzlemaw, they attracted a large number of strong onlookers from Furbolg. These Furbolg had almost never seen an alien intelligent creature other than Ice Troll since they were born. Their strong curiosity almost overwhelmed Aaron and his party.
Taking this opportunity, Aaron gained a deeper understanding of the furbolgs living inside Graymaw Keep. The furbolgs living inside the giant tree come from more than one tribe. The main difference comes from the hair on their bodies. Other than that, there is not much difference.
After finally getting rid of the onlookers of these Furbolg, Aaron had to explain to the elders Furbolg that he was not an elf. After explaining for a long time, Aaron didn't know if the elders Furbolg understood it. Anyway, he almost fainted himself.
"None of this is important. Foreign guests, do you want to try our delicious food?" Elder Furbolg enthusiastically led the group to Grizzlemaw and walked downstairs.
The Furbolgs dug a spiral downward passage inside Vordrassil. Along this passage, after passing the gazes of countless Furbolgs, the group arrived at the bottom of the Furbolg town.
As descendants of the God of the Wilderness, the Furbolgs maintain awe of nature. The most obvious proof is that these guys planted a forest at the bottom of the Grizzlemaw.
Relying on the sunlight shining down from the hollow at the top of the tree stump and the accumulated rainwater, this miniature forest is growing very well, and a kind of guest who has never seen such a spectacle can't help but marvel.
Furbolg were greeted by the elders and prepared food for these guests, leaving only these people who had seen this scene for the first time here.
"Planting a tree inside a tree, these Furbolg are quite thoughtful." Liadrin looked at the forest with interest, "By the way, Aaron, you said that the bottom of this tree extends to something called Old Gods, right? Can we see it if we dig from here?"
"You don't want to see those things," Aaron thought for a while and pointed to the west. "If you want to see it, go find a hole in the west and crawl into it to the bottom. You should be able to see something you are interested in."
What Aaron is talking about naturally refers to the tunnels that extend in all directions dug by the Azjol-Nerub Empire underground. According to what Arthas saw in the underground kingdom when he came back to support Lich King thousands of miles away, you can see at least some dancing tentacles underground that can make people lose their sanity.
Liadrin, however, didn't understand the true meaning. He thought Aaron was teasing himself and said dissatisfiedly, "You are so boring. I just said that and really want to dig deeper. Furbolg won't agree to it either."
All High Elfs are very satisfied with this forest. After all, elves prefer to be close to the natural environment. Being here, their emotions are particularly high.
Soon, the Furbolgs came back, each Furbolg holding some food with Grizzlemaw characteristics in their hands.
As I said before, the Furbolgs have a relatively low level of civilization, and they also respect nature. Coupled with the carnivorous characteristics of these Furbolgs, you can imagine the food they can provide.
"Raw minced meat? Raw meat steak?" Aaron smelled the smell of blood on these foods, and even felt nauseated. Fortunately, Furbolg provided more than that.
"These fruits taste really good."
"The honey tastes great too."
Several Furbolg elders looked at the guests eating various fruits and honey, but disdainful of all kinds of meat. They were not surprised at all. "You elves really like fruits more. Wait, I will ask someone to bring you some."
After reluctantly filling his stomach with various fruits that he could not recognize, Aaron began to talk to the elders Furbolg about the main purpose of the trip. "We are here to cause trouble for Ice Troll. Are you interested in joining?"
"Ice Troll?" Furbolg The elders said without hesitation after hearing this, "We have long disliked those smelly guys. No problem. When are we going to beat them up?"
"Don't worry, don't worry." Aaron wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He didn't expect these Furbolg to be so interested in causing trouble for Ice Troll, Aaron Before they even announced the specific plan, these Furbolg elders were howling and impatient to rush to the north and beat up some Ice Trolls.
"You're not in a hurry? You're really not in a hurry. Eat slowly. Only when you're full can you have the strength to fight." Elder Furbolg obviously misunderstood what Aaron meant.
Aaron was worried that if this misunderstanding continued, these Furbolg would force them to fight with Ice Troll, so he hurriedly told the Furbolgs all about the plan.
"Oh, it turns out you have more manpower." Elder Frostfang finally understood what Aaron meant, "In this case, I will let the boys prepare well and make those Troll look good when the time comes."
"That's right, that's right, be prepared, we need to be prepared too." Aaron once again wiped his cold sweat, dealing with these Furbolg was simply more tiring than chatting with a group of giant dragons.
"By the way, I just remembered something. Some kids reported that they encountered a group of green Troll nearby. Do you want to practice with them first?"
No need to ask, those green Troll must be the Forest Troll that Liadrin has encountered before. Unexpectedly, they all touched near Grizzlemaw. I don't know what these guys want to do.
"Practice with them? Okay, I'll go with you," Liadrin heard this and immediately came over eagerly.
Seeing this, Aaron had no choice but to agree. Anyway, with Furbolgs, how could they turn those Forest Trolls upside down? If we could find out from them the purpose of these guys appearing in Grizzly Hills, it would actually make Aaron feel more at ease.