Argus's March

Northrend, Howling Fjord.

The Vrykul living on this northern continent had it rough. Even after the new Lich King took office, they still failed to escape the Scourge's onslaught.

During this time, Sylvanas launched a genocidal conversion plan against the Vrykul. She intended to turn every last one of them into undead who would serve her forever.

The world was simply that realistic. The Vrykul had no friends, no allies, and no political standing. Everywhere they looked, they were surrounded by enemies. They had never welcomed outsiders either, much less engaged in exchange or trade.

And so, the bitter consequences had arrived. It was time to pay the bill. The Vrykul were being beaten down by the Scourge in every imaginable way, yet not a single party stepped forward to speak for them or protest. The various forces of the Northern Expeditionary Army, once full of justice and fairness and declarations of fighting for world peace, were now utterly silent.

Sylvanas was not Arthas. Her will belonged to herself, and there was no Ner'zhul in her mind playing games of mental struggle.

Nor was Sylvanas a universal enemy like Arthas. She had friends, and her political position was as solid as a city wall. With her personal relationship with the Eternal Night God-Emperor added to the mix, who would dare launch a northern crusade against her?

Not only had the Alliance, Horde, and Argent Dawn shut their mouths, even the Goblin financial magnates voiced their support for this "just" war.

Well, that was mainly because the Vrykul refused to do business with them. The larger Sylvanas's territory in Northrend became, the better the business environment for the Goblin financial magnates. After all, the Scourge was now open to the outside world.

The Scourge's specialties were a massive treasury. From Saronite