Hozen Tribe

The moment she set foot on land, Sylvanas had a bad feeling. The Silver Covenant had not come here to sightsee; she and her soldiers had a mission to fulfill. Yet they encountered a problem at the very first step: which way should they go? The Alliance did not have a map of Pandaria.

Find a safe, secluded clearing and make camp; guard the ships; do not act rashly before I return; use magic crystals to contact me if anything happens.

Leaving some soldiers behind, Sylvanas led the rest deeper into the jungle. The climate here was somewhat similar to Eversong Forest, yet nothing she saw resembled anything there. Towering conifers and tall, straight jointed plants lined the crisscrossing forest paths. Direction markers stood beside the roads from time to time, but Sylvanas and her people could not recognize a single word on them.

To avoid getting lost, they had to leave markers along the way. Yet the problem of being unable to tell directions apart remained unsolved. Sylvanas wondered whether she should seek help from the locals, but the language barrier was another major problem.

Her thoughts dulled the sounds around her, but Sylvanas still heard someone calling her rank. Somewhat unwillingly, she raised her head. A scout was waving at her.

"Ranger-General."

Reading the expression on the scout's face, she was glad they had finally found something, though the situation might not be encouraging.

"Report your discovery," Sylvanas said.

The scout stopped moving. The exhaustion on his face vanished the moment he heard Sylvanas's command.

"We found a tribe of locals." He thought for a moment, then felt that was not quite right and corrected himself. "No, a group of monkeys. They have their own village and weapons."

Sylvanas stared at him for a moment, trying to understand