Zocrab smiles wickedly at his orders: Sweep down through the Urth pass and into the Thelgrim peninsula, laying waste to everything until no human, elf or dwarf breath remains. The Goblin Lord licks his blade and spits. Such a sweet prospect!

The battle goes well for Zocrab's marauders. The Urth valley has been devastated. The peninsula's wilderness and farmlands have been set to the torch. It is only a matter of time before his troops wipe out the last traces of resistance. When the Uthuk horde arrives, Zocrab knows they will find the peninsula already taken, and he crowned with new favor by Llovar.