Back in Ironforge, Sun Busong hired people to deliver 278 pieces of equipment to Sersama Fortress in Loch Modan.
He had heard little from Sultan lately, but the other members of the team were still there. These items were the spoils he'd earned from killing monsters over the past few days. He figured he wouldn't be returning to Loch Modan, so this was a small token of his appreciation.
After returning to Treasure Bay, he met up with Finn for a short visit and asked how Jiaowa was doing in The Blasted Lands.
"Don't worry, Master. Everything's fine over there. She's doing well. She studies alchemy with her mother every day and goes out to level up in her spare time. Our people are keeping watch nearby."
"That's good! Once I leave, keep things as they are. Use your own judgment if anything comes up!"
"Yes, Master."
"Don't call me Master anymore. Call me Boss, just like my Tauren!"
"Yes, Boss!"
"Heh heh!"
"Gah gah!"
Another long journey lay ahead. Just applying for an Advancement Quest had taken more than half a month of back-and-forth travel.
By the time they returned to Ratchet, Heavy Fist had grown thin with hunger.
With no time to rest, they split up and accepted their timed Advancement Quests in the nearest Alliance and Horde towns. Then they flew straight to Thousand Needles to meet up.
They had agreed to meet at a Dragonhawk nest in Thousand Needles.
Ever since he'd tried Earth-style scrambled eggs, Heavy Fist had become completely obsessed. Whenever he saw eggs, no matter what species they came from, he wanted to try them.
This time, he had his eye on Dragonhawk eggs.
Dragonhawks were generally raised by the Horde as official means of medium- and long-distance air travel.
Horde members usually