Chapter Seven: A Mammoth TaskHundreds of greenskins were converging. From a great distance above it must have looked like a massive peripatetic lichen spreading across the wastes that had been the Plains of Blood. There were orcs, trolls and goblins of every conceivable shape, size and odour coming from every direction and heading for one meeting point. It was almost enough to constitute a natural disaster. To the local villagers en route, it was more like a foul-mouthed carnival. They stood by and watched as the greenskins passed by on foot or riding ponies, goats and some of the most vicious looking pigs the villagers had ever seen. They gawked at the banners and the streamers. They tried not to think about the war-engines that were being dragged by some of the larger trolls and tried to
