Pandaria Continent, Krasarang Wilds.
A Pandaren sat on his raft, staring dumbfounded as the massive fleet sailed past nearby. Even when his fishing rod trembled and a fish took the bait, he failed to notice.
A huge Alliance banner fluttered from the flagship's prow, while the dark cannon muzzles lining the ironclad warships reflected the sunlight.
General Turalyon glanced at the map in his hand and nodded to the messenger beside him.
"Our landing site is just ahead. Tell the lads to prepare to disembark."
He then raised his telescope and observed the west for a while.
The Horde fleet had arrived as well. They would establish their forward base west of the Alliance landing site.
The Anglers' fishing dock.
Master fisherman Nat Pagle reeled in his line, looked up at the Alliance forces landing nearby, and shrugged.
"The Alliance army has finally arrived. I hope they can clear the Sha demons out of Krasarang Wilds soon. Even the fish in the sea have been badly affected by Sha energy."
The surrounding Pandaren were only surprised for a moment before returning to their work.
That was hardly strange. Ever since Pandaria Continent had returned to the world, adventurers from all across Azeroth had flocked to this uniquely styled land.
The Pandaren of the Shaohao Dynasty had long grown accustomed to the people and affairs of the Alliance and Horde.
"Your Alliance ships are huge, and the Horde's are too. Were ships like these built just for war?"
Some Pandaren who enjoyed a spectacle paddled their rafts closer to the ironclads to watch, chatting with the adventurers nearby as they did.
"These are only troop transports. The main warships are much larger than these."
The adventurers hurriedly explained a few words, then paddled their rafts even harder toward the landing forces.