After all, Kalia chose to stay in Northrend.

Without the help of Frostmourn, relying only on this helmet, it would be very difficult for Kalia to completely control these undead.

The undead under the Lich King are nothing like the Forsaken ruled by Kalia, they are truly mindless walking corpses, and if Kalia is not careful to loosen their grip on them, they may show their bloodthirsty nature at any time.

Maybe the walrus people or something else will be out of luck.

In this case, Kalia must always be careful - it is impossible to leave, so returning to Lordaeron is also a distant prospect.

Luckily, Taresa was still at Dunhold Castle - with the help of Archbishop Fao, she had come to Lordaeron and began to act as an agent for the Forsaken.

Said to be an agent, but in fact there wasn't much that Taresa really needed to do, and with the help of Fao, plus he was also a trustee of Dunhold Castle, so the Forsaken did not cause turmoil.

The Silver Hand completes its revenge and judgment against evil - Drunken Wind gives Kel'thugad and Professor Ptrihid to Old Fording very face-savingly, and the oath is not interested in these guys anyway, so simply leave it to the Alliance, and satisfy the paladins' sense of justice.

Originally, the Violet Avengers also wanted to participate in the trial of Kel'thugad, but Khadgar opened up a part of Ulduar, and the mages immediately said that what was the meaning of the trial, it was better to go to Ulduar to see, and the remnants of the natural disaster were all handed over to the silver hand for purification.

As for the tribe, this time it was more to clear the surrounding environment, after all, in the case of the nest in Northrend, it was not reassuring to have a bunch of undead next to it.

Draranosh's growth was a surprise for the tribe, and Draranosh, who had truly experienced life and death, became a real Sarufar - a rare achievement in fighting bravely while still maintaining a certain level of calm.

However, compared to the jubilant alliance with great revenge, the current state of the tribe is very bad.

The continuous blood loss in the war, coupled with the death of the powerful Warsong clan chiefs and young chiefs, even the orcs with straight intestines are inevitably a little chaotic.

Fortunately, the current chief of the tribe is Sal.

At a time when many of the orcs were ready to move, Thrall simply held a jousting tournament - in the arena that Durotar had just built, the orc boys (and some of the older girls) were able to let off their temper for themselves, and the eventual winner would become the acting patriarch of the Warsong Clan.

The event was not limited by origin, but it also limited the age and the combat partners, Thrall and Drektar, racked their brains and developed a series of rules to keep the competition in order.

There is no doubt that the winner of this unprecedented contest will receive supreme glory that no orc can refuse - as Thrall said after all the plans were made, "Such a grand event, I would even like to go down in person, without asking for the help of the elements, to have a battle." ”

The orc contest is in full swing, and in the underground of Northrend, the Eldraine-Nirub are making a fortune in silence.

Anubarak died at the hands of Atud (or under the horn), but Atud always felt that Anubarak had deliberately failed to dodge his attacks, and that the former king of Eldraine-Nirub had finally fallen to his former men.

And after finding the source of life left by their ancestors, Eldraine Nirub also began to reborn, and now that their revenge is over, they now have only one goal, and that is to rebuild their homeland.

The adventurers have returned to Misty Harbor through the Great Ship Hired by Oath, and it is foreseeable that there will be a lot of new talk in the taverns of Misty Harbor in the future.

As for the adventurers who fell completely in Northrend, there may be someone who once fought alongside them, offering them a drink before drinking, and then scolding "That bastard owes me a few gold coins before he dies." ”

Of course, there are also those who are disheartened by the death of their best friend - such as an adventurer named Solidas Stukov, who lost his left eye in Northrend, and his best friend, Regg, the minotaur spearman from Thunder Bluff.

Since then, this human warrior, nicknamed Ghost Agent, has chosen to return to his hometown in Gilneth to live out the rest of his life.

The blue dragons are still combing through the increasingly chaotic web of Azeroth in the Nexus, the red dragons are guarding life as always, the bronze dragons are no longer time traveling but are actually traveling through Azeroth and recording everything they see, Malfurion sneaks back to sleep, Kael'thas on the High Elves finally ascends the throne as the new Sun King, the fog of Pandaria has completely dissipated, and cheap agricultural products have quickly resolved the problem of the outcasts in the western wilderness—and Azeroth seems to have regained peace and tranquility once again.

Except, of course, fear of the wasteland - Nomi and Lili are making a fuss there.

……………………

The Battle of the Ice Dungeon is over, and the Battle of the Northern Expedition is over.

While there was still an aftermath and it would take some time for Kahlia to get used to putting on her helmet, what was certain was that Northrend's problem was finally solved – and it was done once and for all.

No Yugsaron, no Lich King, no Salatas.

However, Drunken Wind did not have the heart to enjoy this rare peace, and he went directly to the Dark Gate, and even the enthronement ceremony of Kael'thas was hurried by.

Drunken hurried to the Dark Temple to rendezvous with Illidan to figure out what the jump ship they had gotten their hands on.

After all, when he raided Marton, he got the news that the Burning Legion was on the expedition, and through the performance of the jump ship, Drunken Wind was able to determine the way and time of the Burning Legion's arrival in Azeroth with relative accuracy.

Well, the way should be determined, but the time is destined to be confused - after the return of Illidan in the Dark Temple, it is accidentally discovered that there seems to be a difference in the speed of time between the Dark Temple and Marton.

Illidan had been fighting in Marton for more than a month, and in the eyes of the Dark Temple, they had only been there for three days.

So, no one seems to know exactly when the Burning Legion will arrive—maybe even Sargeras himself......

But Drunken, who didn't notice the problem, had already rushed straight to the Dark Temple - behind him, the Draenei craftsmen also put aside the restoration work of the Storm Fortress for the time being, and went straight to the Dark Temple.

For these Draenei craftsmen who are working to repair the Storm Fortress and return to Argus, this Leap Ship may provide some great inspiration!