"Highlord, the preliminary preparations for the Northern Expedition are complete. We'll soon reach Dragonblight in Northrend. New Hearthglen, established by the vanguard, has been ready for some time. With Wintergarde City and Wintergarde Keep built as well, we have every contingency covered."
Tirion Fordring stood at the bow. As Commander-in-Chief of this Northern Expedition War, Tirion had much to look forward to. First, both the Alliance and the Horde had accepted his invitation to the Northern Expedition War. Then the entire Arcane Pact had committed troops to it, leaving these Lordaeron Remnants overjoyed.
"We should be nearly there, shouldn't we?" Tirion asked the captain beside him. After so long at sea, Tirion Fordring could hardly wait to get ashore.
"Highlord, we expect to arrive today. We'll land on the beach south of New Hearthglen, then enter New Hearthglen," the captain answered without hesitation.
Hearing that they were about to reach their destination, all the human soldiers immediately perked up. After so many days at sea, they were bored out of their minds. Quite a few had initially gone through the motions of fishing, but after a few days of that, they too gradually found the voyage dull. Everyone hoped to set foot on Northrend's soil as soon as possible.
The Lordaeron Government had now been reestablished, with Calia Menethil inheriting the throne and Alonsus Faol serving as archbishop. Although Tirion had insisted that his teacher take command of the Northern Expeditionary Force, Alonsus could not accept. He was already undead and could no longer lead these living people.
Yet everyone unanimously agreed that Alonsus Faol should continue serving as archbishop. Even though Alonsus had become undead, he could still wield the Holy Light. This undoubtedly proved Alonsus Faol's devotion to the Holy Light to everyone.
The newly established remnant Lordaeron