The thick fog had yet to lift as several Royal Fleet warships pulled into port one after another.
Eric's left shoulder was swathed in bandages. Goverilad supported him as they made their way to the harbor.
The fighting on Redemption Island had dragged on for four days. With the Zandalari Trolls reinforcing the Orcs, the isolated island remained unconquered, and the combined forces of the City Guard and the Southshore and Durnholde army corps had suffered devastating losses.
"That bastard Garithos! Why hasn't he kept Lordaeron City updated on the fighting? More Zandalari Troll reinforcements arrive every day. We're fighting far more than just an Orc army!" Eric was so furious that his stomach churned, and he spat out a mouthful of dark blood.
Nearly black blood stained his bandages. Goverilad immediately cast Flash of Light on Eric to ease his pain.
"The Orcs are holed up on Redemption Island, on their last legs. I've already sent scouts to report the situation to General Tirion."
Garithos was inspecting the returning soldiers at the harbor. Seven columns of the combined forces had taken part in the assault on Redemption Island. The fighting had not lasted long, but the casualties were staggering.
The Durnholde Army Corps, in particular, had lost more than fifty percent of its troops.
Supporting Eric, Goverilad came face-to-face with Garithos.
They had nothing to say to one another. Neither man could stand Garithos, so they walked straight ahead without a word.
Garithos, however, had no intention of letting them pass. "The reinforcements landed on the beach and were intercepted by Troll troops. You were supposed to receive them, but you never showed up, leaving them attacked from both sides!"
Eric had a short temper in private, but he rarely talked back to his superiors.
This time, he could