From the top of the watchtower, Akkad the Myrddraal looks over the crenated battlements, towards the blighted mountains to the west. He hisses, 'So close to here you say? a glittering vein?"
The short trolloc scout walks up to his master and nods, a small piece of iron ore held in the palm of his hand. "Yes master. just west of here, in the bowels of the mountain."
Akkad the Myrddraal nods slowly, his lips twisting into a smile. "Take a group of trollocs with you. Start mining. Don't stop until I tell you. And tell the shadowsmith to get ready, he's going to have a lot of work to do."
The armies of the Dark Lord can now MINE IRON ORE at the glittering vein in the Blighted Mountains, and can ask the Shadowsmith to SMELT the IRON.
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