“I have never seen anything like it,” replied Dyer. “How did he...”

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Shouted Garrosh. “Imagine, Daelin, having entire platoons of warriors trained in this fighting style. Our enemies would never stand a chance against us. Think about it. You were there for the kill of Deathwing the Destroyer. You were there for the destruction of the lord of fire, and the lord of air. Imagine if there had been even a handful of warriors trained this way for those battles.”

“They would have been easier to say the least,” replied Dyer. “Still, how do you know the Humans and their allies don’t have the same thing?”

“There is that possibility,” said Garrosh going back over to his throne. “There is an entire continent of Pandarens most of which I understand are trained like Master Firepaw. And he is like a novice compared to the old masters, so he tells me.”

“So, you need me and my team to sneak over to the Human’s capitol and see if they have any Pandarens too, right?”

“No,” said Garrosh. “I have someone else for that mission.” Garrosh snapped his fingers and an unwelcome figure came out of the shadows, a Blood Elf Mage Dyer knew too well.

“Myvosian,” Dyer greeted coldly. “What are YOU doing here?”

“My duty,” replied Myvosian smugly. “I came as soon as I was summoned. My team is ready to carry out your commands, Garrosh.”