On the small dock at Auberdine, Darkshore.
Hu Feng still sat on his usual little stool, waiting for the fish to bite.
Turning the cedarwood prayer beads in his hand, Hu Feng could not help thinking of Liu Lang again, and he sighed softly.
As the earliest wanderer among the Pandaren, Liu Lang's deeds were worthy of admiration. By now... he was likely deep within the Endless Sea. Without an incomparably resolute mind, no one could endure such an unbearably monotonous, ascetic life.
Shaking his head and no longer dwelling on it, Hu Feng turned his attention back to the latest reports sent by Night Elf scouts and outposts across the lands.
On the Eastern Kingdoms across the sea, the Arathor Human Empire was thriving and had begun a series of expeditions and developments into the southern regions of the continent.
His apprentice, Mery Winterwind, who had already completed his training, was making a name for himself. He had become the pillar of the Arathor Empire's magical field and was granted the title Protector of the Nation Saint.
From his mage tower in Stromgarde, he taught generation after generation of young human mages. He was also exceptionally skilled in warfare, leading the Royal Mage Corps to destroy one remnant troll tribe after another.
Human lifespans were incomparably brief. A hundred years was but the blink of an eye to elves, yet for humans, it was an entire lifetime.
Mery had grown from the impulsive young man he once was into a serious, steady middle-aged man. Time had brought him not only the marks of age, but also unparalleled wisdom.
Throughout the entire Human Empire, everyone respected this Archmage, who had founded the Kirin Tor Magic Council and devoted himself wholeheartedly to humanity.
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