STUNTIE SMACK DOWN! - Total War: Warhammer 2 - Greenskins Legendary Mortal Empires Campaign - Ep 2 HD

Grimgor Ironhide’s lust for violence is vast, even for a Black Orc. If a single day passes without a fight, he’ll turn his one good eye towards his own army. With a few malevolent words, he’ll start vicious arguments in the hope that the infighting will keep his boredom at bay. Two days without a battle and Grimgor’s rage takes hold of him. Any and all who stand in his way are crushed, save perhaps his personal retinue of Black Orcs, the Immortulz. This veteran bodyguard have followed Grimgor into countless battles. They love their bloody work, and they’re very good at it. With the Immortulz at his side, his enchanted ever-sharp axe Gitsnik in his hand, and an army of eager Greenskins behind him, Grimgor sets out to fulfil his sole desire: to wage war until the ground is flooded with the blood of his enemies. A seething flood of tooth, blade and brazen green flesh, the Greenskins make up the most barbaric and prolific raiding force in the Old World. Rather than a single race, they are a conglomeration of smaller sub-races, banded together by their like-minded brutality, lack of intelligence and lust for carnage. Mobs of Savage Orcs roam the Badlands plains while Night Goblins move unseen in the deep tunnels of the Underway. Whenever the feeling takes them they pour out in earth-shaking numbers to plunder other Race’s settlements, invaders to the end. After slaughtering the occupants, they daub the walls in crude graffiti, settling amongst the corpses until restless green fingers start itching for bloodshed once more. Greenskins lack any form of government, subscribing instead to a ‘might-makes-right’ ideology that sets the nastiest and sneakiest firmly at the top of the pecking order. Orcs, brutish and aggressive make up the ruling class. Goblins, malevolent and cunning, are subjugated by the Orcs in exchange for their begrudging protection. Trolls, Giants and other fell creatures are easily coerced to join their cause with the promise of battle, loot and a few of the weaker goblins thrown their way as a tasty snack. The variety and versatility of Greenskin armies and the brute strength of their warriors more than makes up for what they lack in intelligence and diplomacy. Endlessly seeking out conflict both within and without, Greenskin hordes roam from the Old World in search of worthy opponents to stomp into the ground. At the head of each is a Warboss. The only way to earn this rank is to murder the current Warboss. As such it is a title earned by only the biggest and nastiest Orcs of the lot. Greenskins live to fight, and if their Warboss cannot sate their appetite for battle, their numbers will dwindle as infighting takes hold. When word spreads of a truly might Warboss however, momentum builds quickly. With each successive victory, more and more Greenskin mobs join the horde. Eventually, these patchwork armies merge to become a WAAAGH! - An unstoppable Green tide that leaves nothing but ruin in its wake. "Please note this is an unofficia