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“We can’t keep this pace up, lad. Once the breach was blown, the floodgates opened up. The Scourge have been pourin’ through ever since with no end in sight! We need every able bodied man and woman to help keep the tide of evil at bay.
Get out there and do yer share, friend. Kill as many of those monsters as ye can!”
-Crusader Lord Dalfors
Crusader Lord Dalfors at the Argent Vanguard in Icecrown has asked that you kill 15 Forgotten Depths Nerubians.

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Quest Giver: Crusader Lord Dalfors — Argent Vanguard, Icecrown [85, 77]
Objective: Kill 15 Forgotten Depths Nerubians in the Valley of Echoes.
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Walkthrough
Head northwest from the Argent Vanguard into the Valley of Echoes. Kill any 15 nerubians in the area. Multiple mob types all count toward the objective:
Crusaders of Virtue are fighting nerubians throughout the valley. Mobs engaged with these friendly NPCs can be tagged and will count toward the quest even if they are at low health.
Efficiency Tips
Explore Icecrown’s hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Icecrown Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
Vikstone's War Journal“We can’t keep this pace up, lad,” Dalfors said.

Lad. A dwarf who will be dead of old age before I am middle-aged, and I let it stand.
“Once the breach was blown, the floodgates opened up. The Scourge have been pourin’ through ever since with no end in sight.”
The breach the Crusade blew themselves. Entari had told me about it two days earlier with something close to pride in it, how they put a hole through the side of a mountain and went in where nobody else had managed to. That hole is still there. It does not care which direction anything walks through it.
So I stood in the gap below the Vanguard and killed nerubians until my shoulders stopped working properly. Dalfors held the left of it himself, ground burning gold under his boots, hammering judgment into anything that came close enough to matter. For a lord he does an unusual amount of the actual work.
When I came back he started well.
“Don’t give up,” he said. Then he lost it somewhere in the middle. “How many of them could there possibly be? We’ve killed enough to fill ten graveyards and still they come. The situation looks grim, friend.”
Bouldercrag never talked about winning either. It seems to be what the good ones do instead.
Dalfors could count the dead easily enough, and it was the ones nobody could account for that turned into If There Are Survivors….