The End of the Northern Expedition

Dalaran's victory celebration for the Northern Expedition was still in full swing.

All soldiers who had taken part in the Northern Expedition War were given unlimited supplies of strong liquor and all kinds of food, prompting even more enthusiastic cheers from the troops.

As for the bigwigs at the top, they naturally did not appear at the citywide victory banquet. At the moment, they were busy accepting interviews from reporters and media outlets.

Inside the reception hall of the Violet Citadel, Grand Lord Tirion Fording sat on a sofa, recounting the various details of the Northern Expedition War and his personal reflections to countless live-broadcast Image Crystals.

The newly appointed Lich King, Lady Sylvanas, had also been forcibly dragged over. She sat impatiently on the sofa beside him, holding Pamela, who had already returned to her normal ghostly state, in her arms.

"So... this was a difficult war of justice. Countless warriors perished on the road to assaulting Icecrown Citadel, and countless more fell within the citadel itself. Yet we still won. The remaining Scourge are now under Lady Sylvanas's strict control. The Argent Crusade can guarantee that the Scourge will never take a single step beyond Icecrown Glacier. The Scourge plague has passed us by, and the Holy Light endures."

Sylvanas rolled her eyes. Tirion's words were simply too dull and tedious. She would rather watch Durotan's brother's wild boar farming program.

The moment Tirion mentioned Sylvanas, all the Image Crystals immediately turned toward the new Lich King.

"Lady Sylvanas, now that you have succeeded the Lich King, does this mean the Scourge will never again appear in the Eastern Kingdoms?"

"Lady Sylvanas, there are rumors that your succession as Lich King was proposed by Divine Lord Sarodar. As the Divine Lord's Eternal Night Goddess-Queen, how do you feel