Rage of the Brutish Horde of Bull Rogue

In the early days of the war, the Orcs and Goblins had been battered; floundering under assault from all sides.

Now things were different.

They had won every single battle in recent times and now their ranks were swelling, the Waaagh energy coursing through the land, drawing more and more Orcs to battle. In the south, close to the easternmost tip of the Black Gulf, the Legion of the Spider King was sweeping the Tomb Kings before them. In the north, the bigger Orcs had already smashed away the front line of the Dwarfs. No army could defeat them.

Or so it seemed.

In the foothills of the Vaults, the bitter war between the Dwarfs and the Orcs was continuing, the front expanding and contracting as the Orcs pushed north. The Brutish Horde of Bull Rogue, primary warboss of the Orcs and Goblins of the Border Princes, was massing, concentrating its power into a grand assault across a broad plain.

The Dwarfs of Horn Hold were waiting however.

Rows of Thunderers and Quarrellers opened fire at the approaching horde, cannons – both conventional and flame – powering death into the greenskin ranks. First one, the two giants were decapitated by howling cannonballs. Another cannon shattered a pair of onrushing wolf-drawn chariots into splinters before they could do any harm.

But still the Orcs came.

The mighty Thanes of the Dwarfs stepped forward, girding their troops for battle, and as the orcs roared into close combat they stepped forward to meet them.

Dwarf axe clashed with Orc choppa; snarling, biting, clubbing, slashing: the Orcs’ and Dwarfs’ hatred pushing them to never before seen levels of brutality.

But the Orcs were winning. Insufficient damage had been done by the missile fire, even though it had been truly devastating. There was no time even for a heroic last struggle.

The Orcs swept over the Dwarfen lines, leaving not even a single survivor.

And pushed on north toward Karak Hirn itself!