Varian no longer had the heart to concern himself with Pandaria. "Medivh will have full responsibility for matters in Pandaria." He simply washed his hands of it and, taking Anduin, Khadgar, who had come with Medivh, and his own Bodyguards, boarded a fast ship bound for the Sha'tar camp.
Watching Varian leave without another word, Muradin Bronzebeard and the others beside him were dumbfounded, while Garrosh and the other younger members of the Horde leadership had not spoken a single word throughout.
Varian had simply left, no longer bothering with what remained. Now Medivh could only take charge of the remaining matters himself.
However, there was actually little to discuss about this expedition to Pandaria: nothing more than a landing site, how to treat the local inhabitants, and the strategic policy of eliminating all the Old Gods' minions.
Finally, after they had agreed on some initial objectives and other matters, Medivh said quietly, "We need a guide."
Chen the Pandaren finally had a chance to speak. "I'm from Pandaria. My people have now become refugees. Those Mantid and Faceless Ones have broken into the Vale of Eternal Blossoms."
"Then come aboard, everyone." With a thought from Patrick, a massive shadow floated toward them. "I'll control the Floating City and follow the fleet, and Quel'Thalas's main force will also be in the city. As for everything else, all you need to do is guide us."
The Floating City was the best means of transport, but few people were qualified to enter it. Apart from Sunlight City, which had already become a High Elf city suitable for long-term residence, the Magisters' Legion was still studying Ulduar's various facilities. Naturally, Patrick would not let others enter as they pleased.
The Aircraft Carrier Battle Group, the Alliance army, and the Horde navy set off,