Black Uruks of Mordor

Mood: Fierce

 

Cue

Line

Attack (x3)

[evil laughter]
Hope you're ready lads!
This won't be over quickly!

Charge Attack (x3)

Scatter them!
[roar]
What's the worst that could happen?

Attack Structure (x3)

Such a lovely building; tear it to the ground!
Break the doors!
Knock knock!

Desperate Attack (x2)

[roar]
Is this the best you can do!?

Ambushed (x2)

Cowards!
Tricky devils!

Disengage (x2)

Draw them off!
We will attack - this way!

Move to Camp (x2)

Let's see what those maggots are up to back at camp.
Onward!

Move to Castle (x2)

Under the Eye again... (said in very nervous fashion)
Back to those damned Screechers...

Move (x4)

Onward.
Don't stop 'til you get there!
Don't look back!
[grunt]

Select (x4)

What?
[snarl]
Bah!
Bloody hell.

Select in Combat (x2)

Now!?
What do you want?

Garrison (x2)

Get inside.
Hurry now.

Evacuate Garrison (x2)

Get out!

It's coming down!

Built (x1)

We are Uruks from Lugburz.

Block Formation (x2)

Bunch up!

Pah!

Line Formation (x2)

Get back into line!

Don’t you know we’re at war?