Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 686 Adventurer? Give me some bones and it will work

Recently, a rumor started to circulate in Sandara City that Zul'Drak, where the Drakkari trolls are located, has buried many treasures handed down from the troll empire. As long as you can find them, you can live comfortably. Aristocratic general retirement life.

   What is the most important thing for an adventurer? Money, women, and face, they worked hard all their lives for these three things.

  For these commoner-born adventurers, the rights are too far away from them. Even a larger adventure group only manages a few hundred people, which is completely incomparable with the nobles who often lead tens of thousands of people.

With money and women, you can build a warm family... As for face, just look at how much adventurers like to brag, especially the younger adventurers with a more flamboyant personality. They can't wait to announce to the world every day that they have The ability to slay dragons... Of course, this kind of people usually die the fastest.

  Adventurers are not a safe profession. If you are not prudent and cautious, you may bury your bones in a foreign land at any time.

At least a lot of rookies under Winters have confirmed the correctness of this theory. Most of the people who are cautious and low-key have survived. ...The grass on the grave is three meters high.

  Winters, a human man in heavy armor, was sitting in the lobby of the Adventurer's Tavern, sipping low-quality ale. He was a warrior and ran an adventure group of dozens of people.

  Different from other stunned youths rushing towards Zuldak, he is patiently waiting for the exact news.

When Winters saw a night elf man in leather armor outside the door, he put down the wine glass in his hand, reached out to signal the bartender for another glass of ale, and asked the night elf calmly, "Seth, did you find out?" Is the source? Is it reliable?"

   Seth took the ale handed over by the bartender and gulped down.

"ha!"

Sighing comfortably, Seth put down his wine glass and said Shi Shiran, "The source of the information this time is very strange. I can't find it anyway. Some people say it was leaked by the top leaders of the Alliance and the Horde, while others It is said that the regent of Quel'Thalas said it casually, but..."

   "But what? Let's just say it."

  Seth smiled and said, "You also know that I am a night elf. Because of our longevity and traditions, some people in the clan often talk about trolls. These cannibal barbarians with fangs were indeed glorious in ancient times."

   "And the Drakalai tribe is not close to other troll clans. They lived in the snowfield of Northrend long before the explosion of the Well of Eternity."

   "If you want to say whether they have hidden treasures... I think there will definitely be, but whether there will be enough to allow the discoverers to enjoy the rest of their lives is unknown."

"Yeah…"

  Winters stretched out his hand to support his bearded chin, pondered for a while, stood up and drank the remaining ale in the glass.

After tidying up the heavy armor on his body and picking up the sword and shield leaning against the wall, Winters said in a deep voice, "Members of the convening group, since we are sure that there is a treasure, it is worthwhile for us to find it. Enough for us to live a good life for a while."

   "Okay, head!"

The adventure group that Winters belongs to is not a special case. Various adventure groups, large and small, in Sandara City set off from the city one after another after carefully inquiring about the general news. Thousands of adventurers headed eastward in a loose team. Not far Zul'Drak advances.

  Charlemagne stood on the tallest mage tower in Sandara City, looking at the lively scene below, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

   "It's a good trick to kill people with a knife. Let the adventurers who are open to money take the lead, and lead an elite team to assault the core area of ​​​​the Drakkari troll. The abacus is really smart."

Hearing the taunting female voice behind him, Charlemagne turned his head and smiled and said, "I didn't lie to them, the Drakkari trolls indeed have many treasures that have been inherited from ancient times. You who have lived for 10,000 years ..."

   "Shut up! Of course I know!"

  Charlemagne was not angry when his words were interrupted, and shrugged his shoulders with a smile. This look of needing to be beaten made Tyrande, who was sitting opposite him and drinking magic wine, feel angry.

  Jianna covered her mouth and smiled secretly, then straightened her attitude and asked, "Then when are we going to set off? I heard that the Drakkari trolls have a lot of loa gods. Can we successfully defeat these loa?"

  Charlemagne shook his head, "Your news is behind. The loa enshrined by Drakalai is not in a good condition now. One loa has even been killed by the troll who enshrined them."

This can be regarded as a tradition of trolls. They believe in loa and worship loa, but once they encounter a crisis that is enough to exterminate their genocide, these trolls will not hesitate to first aim the butcher knife at the gods they believed in in the past, hoping to Draw great power from them.

  Amani is like this, Gurubashi is like this, and now Drakalai is no exception.

Hamuul sighed softly, "I have always been incomprehensible to the behavior of these trolls. I have heard from an adventurer in the tribe before that they were tricked by Drakuru to attack Dakselon Fortress. A gigantic wind serpent who calls himself the Prophet Saronya."

"Dakuru personally said that this troll prophet named Salongya killed and stole the power of the wind snake **** Quesrun he believed in, but because of some mistakes in casting spells, he could not return to the troll's original form. form."

Charlemagne nodded, "That's right, the wind snake Quesloun is just one example, and it also includes the giant bear Lennox, the poisonous snake Siletus, the snow leopard Hakea, the mammoth Toss, and the rhinoceros Akali. "

"These loas are all in danger. According to the information from the secret channel, Siletus is basically dead. Lennok and Hakea are being drained of power, and the other loas are also imprisoned. It is only a matter of time before being killed to extract power."

"snort!"

Barre snorted unhappily, "It's a naturally brutal race. No matter how critical the situation is, we will never kill On'hara, whom we believe in. A cruel and cold-blooded race like trolls shouldn't exist here. world."

Even Jaina, a pacifist, did not refute Barre's words. The trolls have caused countless harm to humans from ancient times to the present, and it seems that these trolls have no intention of changing themselves at all, and still maintain their primitive and brutal cannibalism bad habits.

Charlemagne looked at the senior executives of the members of the Ancient Pledge who came to Northrend, stood up and said, "It's almost time for us to set off. When the adventurers are facing the enemy head-on, our target is a few Loa Altar and Gudak, the capital of the Drakkari trolls."

   "As long as Zuldak is captured, we will be able to cut off the last source of soldiers from the Scourge. The only thing left to do is to storm the Icecrown Glacier. The frontal battlefield will be handed over to the Alliance and Horde armies. Let us do some support operations in the rear."

"yes!"