Arrival

Pandaria Continent, Krasarang Wilds.

A Pandaren brother sat upright on his little raft, staring dumbfounded at the massive armored fleet slowly passing not far ahead. His fishing rod was trembling, and he did not even notice that a fish had taken the bait.

A huge Alliance banner bearing a golden lion's head on a blue field fluttered from the lookout atop the command flagship's mast. The pitch-black cannon ports along the armored warships' sides gleamed in the light. There were no underwear drying on the barrels, so they looked rather elite.

However, the fleet paused briefly at a red light. A crowd of nosy sailor brothers squeezed onto the bows to watch the Pandaren fishing from his little raft.

The Pandaren brother awkwardly waved, then desperately paddled his raft, slowly moving out of the armored fleet's route.

Oh, sorry, I blocked traffic. Drinks are on me next time!

What? There are thousands of you? Oh, never mind, there won't be a next time! Farewell!

General Commander Taylor naturally did not run over to chat with the Pandaren brother like an ordinary soldier. Standing on the captain's platform, he carefully studied the map of Pandaria in his hands once more, then nodded to the messenger beside him.

"Our landing site is just ahead. Tell the men to get organized, check their equipment, and prepare to disembark."

The Alliance would establish a military staging fortress in the Krasarang Wilds, named Lion's Landing. This would serve as the starting point for supporting the campaign on Pandaria Continent.

Setting down the map, General Taylor picked up his telescope and observed the western side of the fleet for a while. Through the lens, he could see a sea of crimson banners and a dark armored fleet in the distance.

The Horde expeditionary force had arrived