Since Mudchain Town's flight point had not been fully activated yet, Sun Busong had no choice but to return to Theramore Island, then take a gryphon to Ratchet.
"Why hasn't the boss gotten here yet?!"
Heavy Fist had really suffered over the past few days.
First, hundreds of elite dinosaurs had chased him around Wailing Caverns, biting at him. Then one boss after another had taken turns beating him up. Fortunately, the boss had left him plenty of trump cards, and in the end, all those enemies had become experience and loot for Heavy Fist.
After that, he'd returned to Thunder Bluff, where several bigwigs from the Starseeker Family had pinned him down and forcibly infused him with skills. Three whole days and nights! His brain had nearly exploded. He'd had more than he could handle.
That kind of suffering was more than most people could bear.
But after going through all that hardship, Heavy Fist had finally become a Shaman—and a three-spec Shaman, at that.
Seeing his current attributes and strength, Heavy Fist felt that all the suffering had been worth it.
"Stick with the boss, and you'll get meat to eat and wine to drink. Ratchet has nothing worth having. The wine tastes bad, and the meat's even worse. I miss the boss so much!"
Heavy Fist sat on a dirt mound west of Ratchet, gazing at the sea in the distance as countless thoughts filled his mind.
He wondered what his life would be like if he'd never met the boss. He'd just be a minor leader in the Defias Brotherhood, living in fear every day, with bounty hunters showing up to hassle him from time to time.
Besides, the Brotherhood didn't have a very good reputation elsewhere. The people of Westfall accepted them, but people from