"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard the 'Lucky' airship," said your navigator Gorden Mane. "Please fasten your seat belts, as we are about to enter a dangerous airspace."
As the goblin navigator's voice sounded, the airship climbed higher and higher, with thin mists slowly appearing around it and the airflow becoming more violent.
Mo Fei stood at the bow of the airship, yet he seemed utterly unconcerned, not afraid of falling off at all—being able to fly was indeed a kind of caprice.
The others were not so cavalier; even though the odds of dying from a fall were low, it was inherently dangerous to dangle precariously, so they gripped the nearby ropes tightly.
Only Emperor Shenwu, standing side by side with Mo Fei at the bow, looked ahead at the mist and the dense jungle below.
"By the way, why haven't I seen Malfurion? With such a big event, shouldn't Malfurion be taking charge?" Mo Fei suddenly asked.
