Those blasted Ironclaw Greenskins are getting' in the way o' us moving the bitterstone out of Bloodhorn. We've been tryin' t' secure the roads through this 'ere pass, but those slack-jawed oafs still keep comin'.
Our scouts 'ave recently found where these waves o' green are comin' from. Down to our south is a massive encampment o' Greenskins. They seem to be led by a shaman named Marghaz, but they're takin' their orders from one named Rocksmasha.
We're goin' to head down there and clear out the Ironclaw, but first we need these attacks t' stop for a it. We've got t' get the bitterstone out o' Bloodhorn, no excuses. And if that means we 'ave to go down to that there camp to take down Rocksmasha and a bunch o' 'is boys, then we'll 'ave t' do it!
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So long as Rocksmasha's down there free t' give them Ironclaws their orders, the attacks'll keep comin'. Get down t' that camp and put an end t' 'im!
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So, Rocksmasha's dead is he? Good. That ought t' buy us enough time to put together a right proper raid on that camp. We're goin' t' crush those meddlin' Ironclaws completely. Once they're out o' our way, we should be safe t' get the bitterstone out o' Bloodhorn.