Duanmu Huai wasn't wrong. When they returned to Azeroth, it happened to be dinner time. Duanmu Huai showed no courtesy whatsoever to those racial leaders either, kicking them off the ship before heading home for dinner.
In the past, these racial leaders might have been displeased by Duanmu Huai's neglect.
But now... displeased? Who would dare be displeased? Had they lost their minds?
In fact, on the way back, Duanmu Huai also discussed the Inquisition's missionary work with everyone. Simply put, the Inquisition's evangelism was nowhere near as troublesome as that of organizations like the Church of the Holy Light. Basically, as long as one believed in the skull and hammer and fought for humanity against the Xenomorphs, one could receive a certain degree of divine power.
Varian and the others readily agreed, saying that once they returned, they would find a place to build a church for the Inquisition.
The reason they did this was simple—they wanted to cling to someone powerful!
Why could the Night Elves call all the shots on the continent of Azeroth, with no one daring to provoke them? The reason was simple: the Night Elves always had powerful backers standing behind them. Tyrande was the priestess of the moon goddess Elune, and the Elves also had excellent relations with the dragons. Although those powerful figures might not necessarily come forward to support the Night Elves whenever they encountered danger, from the perspective of the other races, if you had someone behind you while I had no one behind me, naturally I wouldn't have as much confidence when speaking.
But now things were different!
Humans had their own backing—the Inquisition!
What did Elune matter? Could she deal with the Burning Legion? Could she deal with Sargeras?
The Inquisition could!
With a great tree at their