They're reeling I tell you! Our next strike must be decisive.
The brute lord, Gor'tesh, must be slain. More importantly, his head must be returned to me so that I may prepare the third phase of our attack on the Firegut ogres.
Be warned, soldier, Gor'tesh rules not from Dreadmaul Rock but from a Blackrock orc structure to the west of Dreadmaul Rock.
Your orders, then, are simple. Find Gor'tesh and chop off his fat head. Return to me when the job is done.
SHUT UP, WINKY!
Oh glorious day! Have you returned with the head?
Just look at it, soldier. Disgusting! When the remaining Firegut ogres see this fat mug stuck on a pike sitting at the top of their mountain, mass hysteria will ensue!
<Oralius cackles wildly.>