Stomping Grounds

Ko’char the Unbreakable towered over me and his words vibrated through the ground beneath my feet.

“Greetings, little one. I know not what madness has brought you to the Crystal Vice, but you are welcome in my presence. These ice worms… these jormungar have taken a taste to eating my brothers. I doubt you will find my kind friendly by any terms during this time of battle, but if you are here to help with the worms, then you have my ear.”

He gestured toward the cavern mouth at the canyon’s northern end.

“If we are to take the cavern back, we must first clear the canyon of these jormungar feeders. Join us in battle, night elf!”

The Ice Heart Cavern was a writhing nest. Jormungar feeders coiled through the darkness, their mandibles clicking with hunger. These were quick, hungry, and they hunted in clusters, unlike those from the Dragon Wastes.

My axe found purchase again and again. The feeders spat their corrosive venom, lunged with coiling bodies, tried to drag me into the dark. I kept moving, kept swinging. 

“A satisfying display of slaughter.”

High praise from a frost giant. Better than any goblin had offered, at least.

Zort’s acid samples are ready, and the elixir he has been brewing comes together as something you Apply This Twice A Day.