To be honest, their southbound journey was not smooth. They carefully hid their whereabouts, walked around the east of the goblin camp, and trekked hard among the rolling mountains and ridges in the eastern part of the Stranglethorn Valley. Even though the hunters and druids were familiar with the wilderness, they still suffered a lot here. Although they could not be afraid of poisonous insects and beasts, not afraid of not being able to find food, and not get lost, the humid and stuffy tropical weather was a severe test for the two of them. In this kind of weather, it was like staying in a bathhouse, and all the breathing was water vapor. If they could not rehydrate in time, they would sweat and be thirsty and dehydrated for a few miles.

They walked in this rugged forest for seven days, but the road they walked in these seven days was not as far as walking on a flat road for two days.

On the afternoon of the third day, when they climbed over a steep ridge, a huge city appeared in front of them through the dense gaps of branches and leaves. Diago recognized it at a glance, because before he came to this world, whether before the gate of darkness opened again or in the era of catastrophe, he had come to this place more than once.

This is the capital of the former capital of the Cuba Rash troll empire - Zurgrab!

Strictly speaking, this place is now more like a ruin. Thousands of years ago, after the blood god Haka gained the faith of the trolls by deceiving means, he began to conspiracy to destroy the once brilliant troll civilization. After thousands of years of fooling and brainwashing, the trolls living here became fanatical and ignorant. The various knowledge and techniques passed down by their ancestors have long disappeared. They only remember in their minds that they kept performing blood sacrifices to satisfy Haka's increasingly greedy life. To this day, the trolls can only live in airy sheds made of animal skins and wood, and they have no idea how to repair stone buildings, let alone build those magnificent temples.

So the current Zurgrab looks dilapidated and can be explained. Looking at the place where they stood, the huge city walls of Zurgrab were covered with moss, extending along the foot of the mountain to the southeast sides, protecting the entire city. The entire basin is shrouded under thick clouds, and the sun occasionally breaks out of the clouds, sprinkling spots.

In the basin in the distance, a blue river flows like an emerald ring, close to the foundation of the temple in the center of the city, like a moat surrounded by a majestic castle, separating the temple from other buildings in the city. Looking down from a high point, the dark green river water sparkled, reflecting a piece of verdant hidden under the jungle. But the water below the river is not as calm as its appearance. The trolls raise many serrated mad fish inside. This beautiful colorful lake fish is extremely crazy. Even if an adult Kodo beast goes into the water, they can gnaw it into a clean skeleton in ten minutes. The only thing that can live peacefully with them is a more ferocious three-headed snake lizard named Gazlanka.

The places where the trolls live are never without lush vegetation. The city is full of towering ancient trees, entangled vines, and green bamboos. The city and its surroundings are like a huge work of art, a sculpture composed of mountains, green trees, ancient city and clear water. This is a heart-wrenchingly beautiful place, the most beautiful place Diago has ever seen in his life, far more beautiful than the Zurglab in his memory.

Although the city is full of broken walls and ruins due to the erosion of time and lack of repair, it is not desolate here, because some of the remnants of the Cubalash Empire still live in this place, bringing vitality to it. The houses in the city are lined up and orderly, but most of them are crowded and cramped, and the streets here are very narrow. But for these remnants, it is enough, at least compared with their compatriots who are experiencing wind and rain in the wild, this place is much better.

Diago noticed that this was almost a militarized city, and almost all the larger buildings were transformed into barracks, teams of velociraptors patrolling the streets, and from time to time, a giant mutated monster walked past the road. These monsters were contaminated by Haka with his dirty and evil blood. Although they deprived the trolls of their unique regeneration ability, they became even more violent and powerful. However, from their appearance, apart from their iconic huge teeth, it was difficult for you to recognize that it was once a troll.

Looking at this crazy and weird scene, Diago had no idea to enter the city, and in fact it was not necessary - since the trolls expelled Zanjil, who studied immortal voodoo, they would definitely not allow necromancers to enter the city, and it would be meaningless for them to break into the valley.

But in my heart, Diago knew that he would definitely come back. Because in the future, once the trolls start the plan to summon the blood god Haka, both the alliance and the tribe will inevitably come to stop it - the appearance of a greedy and crazy evil god will be a disaster for the entire Azeroth.

Moreover, for an adventurer, this troll ruin has an unparalleled attraction. Even though the legacy of the ancient Gubalash Empire has been squandered by the trolls for thousands of years, it is still enough to arouse the deepest greed in people's hearts.

Diago took a few last glances at the ruins and left Masley. The road to the south was still rugged and difficult to walk, because the only road they had walked through was relatively flat in the entire Stranglethorn Valley. Although this road that runs through the entire Stranglethorn Valley from south to north is easy to walk, Diago couldn't guarantee whether there were spies from Goblin Venture Capital waiting for them. You must know that these Goblins are very revenge and their power is almost spread throughout the Stranglethorn Valley. You will encounter it if you accidentally.

They trembled with fear and crossed the Moshog Ogre Valley along a towering tree that they had come to see. The canopy of this tree rested on this end of the valley, and the roots remained opposite the valley, forming a natural bridge above the canyon. While Diago climbed over the bridge, the ogres in the valley were having lunch.

Diago didn't know what was in the super big bowl they were holding, because although the name of this race could tell what they were good at, their recipes were actually very mixed, not limited to humans, taurens, goblins, they could catch them. When they were so hungry, they could also make the sour and unpleasant troll meat.

As for how the food cooked by ogres tastes, few people dare to taste it to judge. However, Diago once read a recipe called "The Guide to Cooking People", which is said to be an ogre. After reading this book, you can basically judge their cooking standards. This is what the book says:

The first step is to capture one or eight living people;

The second step is to hit him hard;

Step 3: Continue to hit him;

Step 4: Throw him into the pot;

Step 5: Eat him!

Even though it had been a long time since I saw this book, when Diago thought of this, he couldn't help laughing again. Unfortunately, when he laughed, he was climbing to the center of the trunk, and the ogre who was eating was more than ten meters below his feet. The dust he blew up fell down and fell into the super big bowl he was holding.

Although the ogre's reaction was always slow, a roar filled with anger resounded through the entire Ogre Valley after more than ten seconds.

"Damn!" Diago couldn't help but curse in annoyance.
Chapter completed!