They began with pleasantries. After all, overt and covert struggles between the Alliance and the Horde were nothing unusual, and Tirion certainly would not interfere in either faction's internal affairs.
"I am Justin Barrett, commander of the Skybreaker. By His Majesty Varian's command, I have come to Icecrown Glacier to support Grand Duke Bolvar."
"Sky-Reaver Korm Blackscar. By the Horde Warchief's command, I have come to Northrend to assist General Dranosh."
Patrick knew who the arrivals were. These two were the commanders of the airships Skybreaker and Orgrim's Hammer. Back on Earth, he had dealt with them quite often.
Grand Duke Bolvar and Dranosh were both delighted. These were their reinforcements, after all. In a sense, their influence on the front lines had increased considerably.
Dranosh was overjoyed. After their Kor'kron expeditionary force had spent so long in the far north, the first reinforcements had finally arrived. "What about Garrosh? How are his preparations coming along?"
"General Garrosh was ambushed by Kel'Thuzad in the Borean Tundra earlier, which delayed him considerably. He will be coming here in person very soon."
Garrosh and Dranosh had grown up and fought together, and the bond between them was deep. Hearing that Garrosh would soon arrive at the front put Dranosh at ease.
"In that case, let's waste no time. We should begin preparations immediately." Tirion Fordring was also deeply grateful. Fighting the Scourge was the lifelong wish of every Lordaeronian. Now that more and more people were joining their army, the entire Order of the Silver Hand felt heartfelt gratitude toward them.
"This time, we can use aerial strikes." Patrick smiled. "I'm looking forward to the first battle of the Skybreaker and Orgrim's Hammer."
"Orcs never let their friends down." Dranosh brimmed with pride. Even back in Outland, he had held Patrick in