두건 쓴 자 수위 낮추기: 수로를 찾았나? 그곳에서 제어 장치를 찾아라. 그 당시의 바알 기술은 각인된 석조물과 집중된 에너지가 내재된 장치에 기반하고 있다. 오랜 시간이 흘렀어도 작동할 것이다... 이 도시의 물을 빼내고, 웃자알의 어떤 고대의 비밀이 우리를 기다리며 보존되어 있는지 확인해 보자.
세르비 아자크 습지대: The Azak, them are true monsters. Not cannibals, no, but them will not hesitate to feed you to their war beasts. The Azak and the Orok tribes been fightin' almost as long as the Vaal been gone. But the Azak are beyond cruel. Their queen-witch, Ignagduk, she takes a child every blood moon night... for what, I won't say. If you cross into their territory, only death awaits you there.
세르비 습지대: The Wetlands are breeding grounds for the jungle's most vicious creatures. Pretty, it's true, with colours like sunshine in rain... but deadly all the same. Plenty a fool treasure hunter head there, but never return - least not alive. Watch out for the flowers that move without a breeze. Them are serpents, hidin' in the jungle, spittin' poison. A massive flyin' beast hunts that place. Some say it got the head of a lion, others say it looks like a Gorebeast. Some talk 'bout a tail like a Maraketh scorpion. But the truth? It doesn't matter. None from my tribe have set foot there in forty-three seasons.
두건 쓴 자 수위 낮추기: 수로를 찾았나? 그곳에서 제어 장치를 찾아라. 그 당시의 바알 기술은 각인된 석조물과 집중된 에너지가 내재된 장치에 기반하고 있다. 오랜 시간이 흘렀어도 작동할 것이다... 이 도시의 물을 빼내고, 웃자알의 어떤 고대의 비밀이 우리를 기다리며 보존되어 있는지 확인해 보자.
세르비 아자크 습지대: The Azak, them are true monsters. Not cannibals, no, but them will not hesitate to feed you to their war beasts. The Azak and the Orok tribes been fightin' almost as long as the Vaal been gone. But the Azak are beyond cruel. Their queen-witch, Ignagduk, she takes a child every blood moon night... for what, I won't say. If you cross into their territory, only death awaits you there.
세르비 습지대: The Wetlands are breeding grounds for the jungle's most vicious creatures. Pretty, it's true, with colours like sunshine in rain... but deadly all the same. Plenty a fool treasure hunter head there, but never return - least not alive. Watch out for the flowers that move without a breeze. Them are serpents, hidin' in the jungle, spittin' poison. A massive flyin' beast hunts that place. Some say it got the head of a lion, others say it looks like a Gorebeast. Some talk 'bout a tail like a Maraketh scorpion. But the truth? It doesn't matter. None from my tribe have set foot there in forty-three seasons.
