"That's for certain." Helen was the first to react, and the other two Scepter Shamans nodded in agreement.
"No wonder he could easily slay a three-headed hellhound..." Moer muttered under her breath.
"The steam whistle also brings another piece of not-so-good news. The war between the Drow Dark Elves and Moore's Blood Elves has started again. The pre-war plundering we on Furious Flame Continent will have to face is about to escalate. The steam whistle has seen signs of a large number of troops mobilizing on its way." Trist interrupted the confused thoughts of the Beamon.
"Ah..." Tauren Elder sighed deeply: "What's meant to come has come."
"Are we going to retreat again?" Duncan, the Antelope Warrior, emitted a heavy breath from his nose, causing his two gold rings to flutter.
"A large-scale plunder?" Liu (Shock) asked, "What do you mean?"
