Mug'Thol and his Crushridge ogres have overrun the ruins of Alterac. It will be hard to inflict any serious punishment upon him without thinning out the ogres' numbers.
After softening them up, we'll proceed.
Understood? Good. Now go.
Progress
I note that your task is unfinished, <Name>. Shall I inform Sharlindra of your ineptitude?
Completion
The snow blooms red with the blood of the ogres, but we cannot cease our efforts until the spirit and numbers of the Crushridge have been crushed and ground into the dirt and snow.