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The
smell emanating from the Chaos Troll's lair was vile, even by an
Orc's low standards. The stench of rotten meat and Troll vomit was
one that Azhag had become accustomed to, but the odour of a Chaos
Troll was different. It was sickly sweet and the Warlord could only
barely fight down the urge to regurgitate his last meal.
Azhag and his small tribe had been forced into Troll country by
marauding bands of Chaos mutants. Taking shelter in the caves, a
scout party he had sent to explore the dark tunnels leading from
the main cave entrance had failed to return. That night the Chaos
Troll had crept up on the tired Orc band and slaughtered each and
every one of them save Azhag himself who had proved the beast's
match and chased the monster back to its lair. The Chaos Troll was
now cornered though and fought with a determined ferocity.
Azhag jumped back just in time to see the razor sharp talons of
the huge black creature pass within inches of his face. Most of
his boyz had been ripped apart by those very same deadly claws.
As the Troll lunged forward to tear out Azhag's throat, the mighty
Orc spied an opportunity to attack. Swinging his sword in a wide
arc it cut deep into the Troll's arm.
The creature let out a savage howl of pain, but even as it did
the gash Azhag's sword had inflicted began to close, the blood clotting
instantly before his eyes. Enraged by the wound, the Troll lunged
towards Azhag, powerful swiping claws raking at his head. Azhag
raised his shield and the razor sharp talons cut a deep gash through
the metal. A thought crossed Azhag's mind, perhaps he had been a
little hasty in his pursuit of the Troll. Now the beast was cornered
and was fighting for its life instead of its dinner. As if the Troll
could sense Azhag's doubts, it increased the fervour of its attack.
Blow after blow rained down upon Azhag's shield tearing more great
holes into the thick steel. The Orc Warlord stepped back to avoid
the flurry of attacks, but in his haste he slipped, crashing to
the floor.
The Troll loomed over him, its arms raised high to be brought
crashing down on the Orc's skull. Azhag knew that it was over, he
had met his match. He would now suffer the same fate as all those
who had fought and suffered at his own merciless hands. Then a strange
voice whispered softly to him. It was as if the voice was actually
inside his head. He is weak, said the voice. He thinks you defeated,
now is the time of his undoing.
Azhag thrust forward his sword, the blade sinking deep into the
Troll's chest. The Troll slowly stepped back from the prone Orc,
the blade embedded up to the hilt. With a loud crash it hit the
floor, dead.
Azhag stood, glanced once at the fallen Troll and then turned towards
a corner of the cavern. The voice beckoned him over. Amongst a pile
of gnawed bones and broken skulls lay a grime encrusted crown. Wear
me, rule me, yours will be the power. The whispers were louder now,
and a dull throbbing in his brain urged him to pick up the crown
and place it on his head. As he did it seemed to shrink around his
temple. Yours is the power to command the voice boomed loud in the
Warlord's skull. Arcane knowledge from centuries long past flooded
into his memory. The voice in his head was now merging with his
own. Without understanding how, Azhag knew he had become infinitely
more powerful. The voice spoke again, this time it did not sound
strange or unfamiliar. It was if the voice had always been part
of Azhag, it was Azhag's voice. Together we shall fight, together
we shall conquer, together we shall rule.

Azhag was one of the most dangerous Warlords of recent history,
and his campaigns of destruction through out the Empire almost brought
the eastern provinces to their knees. After defeating countless
Orc and Goblin tribes from the Worlds Edge Mountains he led his
horde into Ostermark and looted several towns destroying the temple
of Sigmar at Nachdorf in the process.
Azhag possessed a strange iron crown which appeared to give him
sorcerous powers. After his final defeat by a large Empire army,
this crown was taken by the Grand Theoginist of Sigmar and locked
away forever.
Azhag rode to battle on the back of a large Wyvern often harrying
his retreating enemies from the air after the battle.
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Azhag can be taken as a Lord choice, but will use up two of
your Hero choices as well. Taking Azhag counts as taking a Lord
and two Heroes. He must be fielded exactly as presented here, and
no extra equipment or magic items can be bought for him. The cost
of his magic items is included in his total cost.
Points: 500
Mount: Wyvern.
Weapons: Slagga's Sword of Slashin'.
Amour: Azhag wears his special 'Ard armour (see Magic
Items, below).
Ignore Greenskin Panic; Quell
Animosity.
He's Da Boss: Azhag must be your General, regardless of
the Leadership value of any other characters in your army.
Slagga's Sword of Slashin'
The Sword confers +1 Strength to all close combat Attacks made by
the character fighting with it. In addition, no armour saves are
allowed against wounds caused by the Sword of Slashin'.
Daemon Staff
This deceptively childish looking puppet was originally part of
a Tzeentchian wizard's totem, wrenched from his dead fingers by
Azhag after the battle of Grim Spire. It gives Azhag Magic Resistance
1.
Azhag's 'Ard Armour
Counts as heavy armour (armour save 5+). In addition, the armour
gives Azhag a 5+ ward save.
The Crown of Sorcery
The whispering voices of the Crown provide all the knowledge required
to cast spells. Treat the wearer as a level 2 Orc Shaman for purposes
of casting and dispelling spells, though he may wear armour. Unfortunately,
having two voices in your head can get pretty confusing at times.
Because of this, treat Azhag as suffering from Stupidity as defined
on page 82 of the rulebook.

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The bitz needed to build Azhag the Slaughterer can be found in the Online Store.
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