"Are you sure you want to complete the Nightmare Trial?"
The trial official at the entrance to Wailing Caverns looked sternly at Heavy Fist once more.
"Yes, I want to complete the Nightmare Trial. I'm absolutely sure!"
The determination and persistence on Heavy Fist's face made the trial official pause briefly before nodding to him.
"All right, then. If that's what you want, I'll let you do it."
After Heavy Fist turned and walked into Wailing Caverns, the Level 45 Elite Shaman said to his companion, "I think that kid can complete this Nightmare Trial!"
"Oh? What makes you so sure?"
The Elite Shaman grinned, baring his Tauren teeth.
"He didn't start his class trial until he was Level 29. That proves he'd been honing himself all this time. And haven't you noticed that all his gear is Blue Fine quality?"
"All of it is Blue Fine? Really?"
"My eyes are sharp. Don't forget, I have two older brothers who are both blacksmiths!"
"Do you think this kid might be the son of that tribe's Chieftain?"
"Hard to say! He only said his name was Heavy Fist. He didn't give his tribe's name. But what does his surname have to do with us?"
"What does it have to do with us? You silly cow! If he really completes the Nightmare Trial, we'll each get two pieces of Green Excellent gear, or a Green Excellent weapon!"
"Oh! I can't believe I forgot about that. Good thing you reminded me! Hahaha, if he passes, I'll buy the drinks for the next few days!"
After entering Wailing Caverns, Heavy Fist found himself in a long tunnel.
Ordinary beasts around Level 18 had made their homes there. With his current attack power, he could take one down with a single swing of his axe.