Kalimdor Continent, Eternal Night Palace.
After returning, Boss Hu briefly dealt with the accumulated decrees and administrative matters from the past while, and the whole morning was frittered away just like that.
Although His Majesty the God-Emperor had always been incredibly lazy and disliked handling affairs, there were still quite a few major matters every day that required the Titan God-Emperor's personal approval and handling. This was especially true of international conflicts between the red and blue factions. Complaints arrived almost daily, asking the Titan to arbitrate and mediate.
"Those Alliance dogs are aggressively claiming land in Stranglethorn Vale and squeezing the living space of our Zul'Gurub city! Titan, judge this fairly for us!"
"Those Horde pigs are secretly colonizing Swamp of Sorrows. Their Stonard has already become the largest town in the area! Titan, judge this fairly for us!"
In short, there was an endless stream of this sort of nonsense every day, and Boss Hu had long since stopped paying attention.
However, setting aside these small regional frictions, the overall world situation was fairly optimistic for now. At the very least, everyone remained keen on resolving problems through political means. Only when that failed did they resort to violence against their enemies.
Moreover, the Pandaren Monks who had left Misty Isle to make their way in the world had now officially joined either the Alliance or the Horde. Seeing small groups of Pandaren on the streets of Stormwind City and Orgrimmar was no longer anything unusual.
The Pandaren had gone from a reclusive people who had hidden themselves away for ten thousand years to one of the mainstream races, entering the world's top tier. The rules of the game established by the Titan now applied to them as well.
This world was extremely realistic. Some races wanted to