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The surprising defeat of Black Hand's WarHorde, forced many of the WarLords to be more cautious, when facing the Goblins in such great numbers. It was because of this that Grozak recalled all the WarHordes and massed them together fifty miles from the Mountains of Kalswan. There the Warlords discussed a strategy for clearing the Mountains of Goblins. The problem was there far too many underground passages and caves that riddled the mountainside, making it difficult to not be flanked. Not to mention the added danger of hibernating dragons that might be awoken at the sound of battle.

It was Warlord Magrobak that came up with a decisive plan to push the Goblins out from the mountains and into the field. His strategy was to slip a small group of Orcs underground to wake up one of sleeping dragons in the Mountains. That would force the Goblins out and away from the mountains. Such a dangerous assignment meant that Orcs being sent would most certainly be killed by the dragon. Since the Orc Berserkers were far too large and noisy, it was decided that the newly formed pack of Orc elites called the Stone Skins would be sent into the Mountains. In exchange for this sacrifice they would be allowed to form their own Clan.

Galtrok Ka leader of the Stone Skins agreed to the terms set before him and picked a hundred of his best fighters to bring with him. The Orcs darkened their skin with mud and marched through the dead of night to where sightings of the Goblins were rare. Following the fetid stench of death that usually accompanies a fully grown dragon. The warriors made their way through the mountains, silencing any Goblins that crossed their paths. Eventually after several days of searching they discovered the dragons lair.

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The WarHordes watching and waiting were spread out to either side to create a half circle. Waiting for their moment to strike and close the trap. Fortunate for them they did not have to wait long. The ground shook beneath them and smoke was seen rising into the sky. Thousands of Goblins streamed out of Mountains in haste, as black winged creatures took to the skies above them showering down balls of fire. Warlord Magrobak given command of the Hordes waited, till the Dragons had sated their hunger upon the vulnerable goblins, before signalling the WarHordes to commence their assault. 

The Goblins dazed by the appearance of the dragons were no match for the power of the WarHordes that slammed into their ranks from all directions; creating an even greater slaughter that was sure to please Lord Sezrath. The battle raged for the better part of four days as the Goblins were gradually eradicated and their numbers utterly decimated. On the fifth day of battle there were no more Goblins to found near the mouth of the mountains. Still since the battle had encompassed such a wide open field, many of the goblins had managed to slip through the gaps in the enclosing ring of Orc warriors. Hundreds of Orc hunting packs were quickly formed and sent out to capture the surviving Goblins.

It was only after several weeks of searching that Grozak at last declared the lands of Caldasher were theirs. With the Mountains of Kalswan in their possession there was nothing that could stop them from crossing over into Red lands where the humans lived...To Be Continued.