Recruitment and Class Halls

Ragnaros finally gave in.

Not giving in simply wasn't an option. If he kept resisting, his elemental body would soon be smaller than an ordinary human's. He'd fucking turn into pet size—a Little Ragnaros, a rare epic pet. Kind of cute, really.

By the end, Boss Hu could no longer be bothered to count how many of Ragnaros's arms he had chopped off. An arm grew back, and he chopped it off again, never giving the Firelord brother time to pick up the giant hammer on the ground.

"Convinced now? Look at you—young, hot-blooded, and immature, always trying to solve everything with violence. Honestly, what a—"

In this scene, Boss Hu was like a kind elder seasoned by countless battles, patiently imparting valuable life experience to Ragnaros.

We sat atop the blazing bonfire, listening to the elder speak of life's lessons... Ahem.

In this scene, a poem truly ought to have been recited... Ahem.

Ragnaros now looked utterly wilted and listless. If he had been a massive volcano in violent eruption when he first appeared, then now he was merely a tiny flame on the verge of going out.

"Behaving yourself now? Good. Congratulations—you are now an official sold... Ahem, official employee of Sarodar International Corporation. I won't pursue your old business of rebelling alongside the Old Gods anymore. If N'Zoth tries to contact you in secret again, beat the living hell out of him like you just did."

Outside the great hall, on the Firelands battlefield, the Fire Elementals fighting fiercely against the Druids suddenly stopped. Their leader's latest order had reached the minds of every Fire Elemental.

After a whole pile of crackling nonsense, the condensed meaning was this: everyone had collectively switched companies. No more fighting!

Now that they had put on these yellow uniforms, they were