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Mountain Orc Hero_B front view by Shieldwolf Miniatures
  • Mountain Orc Hero_B front view by Shieldwolf Miniatures
  • Mountain Orc Hero_B rear view by Shieldwolf Miniatures

Mountain Orc Hero_B (second hand weapon)

CODE: O-702

9.50

General Description

Mountain Orc Hero_B (Orcs)

This product contains one finely detailed, resin Mountain Orc Hero_B. Model is accompanied with a hair-style piece for 2nd head version plus an epaulet for additional conversion choice. This miniature comes supplied with a 25mm x 25mm plastic base.

This product comes supplied unpainted and requires assembly (glue not included). Pictures are for demonstration purposes only.

Mountain Orc Hero_B (Orcs)

 

He was asleep when the noise awakened him. "What is this?" he questioned himself and picked up his arms. He saw his brethren gathering deeper into their caves, hastily and almost in panic. He grabbed the first Orc who was running by him, demanding to know what was going on.

"The Dwarfs have charged the mountains! They want revenge for their dead Lord! Our warriors are missing and they... they are too many!" He mumbled something else too, but the Orc Hero veteran had heard enough. He shouted to some of the other warriors close by to follow him. They stood still. "I will not say it again!" he barked. They again, stood still. He quickly smashed his weapon on the skull of the first Orc standing closest to him. The others took two steps back. "Follow me. Follow me or die!" he shouted, his eyes glowing. This time they quickly followed behind.

He had them tear down everything standing by the Great Cave's enrance, narrowing it to the very minimum. Once having almost barricated it shut, the Orc Hero stood in what was now but a narrow entrance and took a look at the enemy. The short, sturdy warriors had come for revenge, and with all those reinforcements gathering from all around their Kingdoms, it seemed an unstopppable wave in chain armor. With all his might, he shouted out to them "You coward minions! Death awaits you here!". They quickly enough charged, not thinking too much either.

His standing in the entrance allowed him to nullify their numbers. He kept butchering them one by one, while the others behind him speared some dwarfs from the sides. Dwarfs are hard to put down though, and this kept on going for quite a while. But regardless of their tenacity, their great metal axes and armor, they simply could not put the greenskinned warrior down. His bone-weaponry did not break, his muscles didn't tire and their blood and sweat did not cause him to slip.

A great horn was heard from up above. It made all of them stop and look at the top of the mountain. The Mountain Orc Infantry had arrived, looking down with hatred at the dwarf army. They tightened the leather grips on their bone-made weapons, while the saliva drooled from their mouths. The Dwarfs would not run. And so, the butchering commenced...

 

Tales from the City of Ukru Harrut.

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