Dalaran's celebration banquet for the Northern Expeditionary Force's victory was still underway.
All soldiers who had participated in the Northern Expeditionary Force were supplied with unlimited liquor and all kinds of delicious food, prompting even more enthusiastic cheers from the troops.
As for the big shots, they would not be appearing at the celebration banquet. They were busy accepting interviews from all sorts of reporters and media outlets.
In the reception hall of the Violet Citadel, High Lord Tirion Fording sat on a sofa, recounting the details of the Northern Expeditionary Force's war and his personal reflections to countless live broadcast crystals.
Sylvanas, the new Lich King, had also been dragged over. She sat impatiently on the sofa beside him, holding Pamela, who had returned to her ghostly state, in her arms.
"So, this was a difficult war. Countless warriors sacrificed themselves on the road to assaulting Icecrown Citadel, and countless more fell within the citadel itself. Yet we still won. The remnants of the Scourge are now under Lady Sylvanas's strict control and will not take a single step beyond Icecrown Glacier. The Scourge has moved far away from us. May the Holy Light endure forever!"
Sylvanas rolled her eyes. Tirion's words were unbearably dry and dull. She would rather watch Durotan's wild boar breeding tutorial show.
Since Tirion had mentioned Queen Sylvanas, all the image crystals immediately turned toward the new Lich King.
"Lady Sylvanas, now that you have taken over as the Lich King, does that mean the Scourge will never again appear in the Eastern Kingdoms?"
"Lady Sylvanas, there are rumors that it was Divine Venerable Sargeras who proposed that you become the Lich King. As the Divine Venerable's God Queen, how do you feel about this?"
"Lady Sylvanas..."
"If you ask me another question, I