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“A legendary set of artifacts, lost for thousands of years, were created to make Drak’Tharon Keep impervious. Most think they be myth, but Drakuru knows better, mon! I nearly discovered where one be, but got captured while interpreting hieroglyphs. Ya gotta summon my soul back dere so I can finish readin’ em!
Use my elixir at da brazier on Drak’Zin Ruins, southwest of here. You’ll hafta mix in da frozen mojo my bruddas be holdin’. I hate ta see my bruddas fall, but it be for the greater good.”
-Drakuru
Drakuru wants you to get 5 Frozen Mojo from the Drakkari Trolls at the Ruins of Drak’Zin and then use the elixir at Drakuru’s Brazier there.
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Quest Giver: Drakuru — Granite Springs, Grizzly Hills [16, 48]
Objective: Collect 5 Frozen Mojo from Drakkari trolls at the Ruins of Drak’Zin, then use Drakuru’s Elixir at the brazier there and speak to the Image of Drakuru.
Quick Facts
Walkthrough
Step 1: Collect 5 Frozen Mojo
Step 2: Use the Elixir at the Brazier
Step 3: Turn In
Warning: Use the CORRECT Brazier
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Lore Context
Drakuru claims he was captured while interpreting hieroglyphs at these ruins, and needs you to project his spirit back so he can finish reading them. He says the inscriptions describe ancient artifacts that can make Drak’Tharon Keep “impervious,” and he laments that his “bruddas” must fall for “the greater good.”
In truth, the artifacts he’s sending you to collect will help the Scourge take the Keep, not protect it. The quest title itself is a subtle hint: everything Drakuru tells you is, indeed, “subject to interpretation.”
Explore Grizzly Hills’ hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Grizzly Hills Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
Vikstone's War JournalDrakuru spoke of artifacts. Legendary ones, lost for thousands of years, supposedly able to make Drak’Tharon Keep impervious. Most thought them were myth but Drakuru insisted otherwise.

“I nearly discovered where one be,” he said, “but got captured while interpreting hieroglyphs. Ya gotta summon my soul back dere so I can finish readin’ em.”
The price was frozen mojo, carried by his own kin at the Drak’Zin Ruins.
“I hate ta see my bruddas fall,” Drakuru admitted. “But it be for the greater good.”
The greater good. Easy words from a cage.
I went to the ruins, killed the Drakkari there, and took their mojo. Then I lit the brazier and poured in the elixir.
Drakuru’s spirit manifested above the flames, translucent and grinning. He turned toward the hieroglyph-covered walls, studying them with an intensity his living eyes had never shown me.
“Ahh, yes. Ya done good, mon. I be readin’ the walls just fine from here….”
I watched a ghost read old secrets while the bodies of his brothers cooled around us. Whatever knowledge those symbols held, I hoped it was worth the blood.
The hieroglyphs pointed north, and Drakuru’s next request involves a different set of ruins and a different set of brothers who need to fall. The greater good gets costlier in Sacrifices Must Be Made.