"Bang!"
A fist slammed into the stone table, cracking it with tremendous force, followed by an angry voice.
"Enough! I said no!!"
The room immediately fell silent.
This meeting took place at the battlefield headquarters in Angrathar. Fewer than fifteen people attended, all senior commanders of the Alliance Forces. The war had ended nearly three months ago, and most troops had withdrawn from Angrathar. Only one final army remained stationed here, serving as the last armed force monitoring the Undead Scourge... the Nightwatcher's Burning Legion.
That did not mean the Alliance Forces had disbanded. In fact, after the War Against the Undead ended, Northrend's new colonies still needed armed forces. Apart from the veterans who had truly retired, some troops had dispersed throughout Northrend to carry out subsequent security operations. They would foreseeably remain on this land for a long time, and some would even settle here.
After all, taxation in the new colonies was very lenient, and living here was far less burdensome than back home. But the matter these senior figures had gathered to discuss today clearly had nothing to do with people's livelihoods. It concerned a highly sensitive issue.
The man who had slammed the table was Mograine. As one of the Kingdom of Lordaeron's foremost nobles, he currently governed Borean Tundra Province, overseeing its administration as a duke. This amply demonstrated Queen Caliea's trust in him. Sitting beside him were Tirion Fordring and his son. The war had ended, but Tirion Fordring still could not leave.
Saurfang, Vol'jin, and others sat nearby, all administrators the Alliance and Horde had left in Northrend. Across from them sat two expressionless death knights, Thassarian and Koltira. As Uther's envoys, they had come to discuss an important matter with the senior commanders of the Alliance Forces.
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