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Abyss Ogres

Move: 6"  Save: 5+  Wound: 3   Bravery: 9

Missile Weapons

Dark Bellow   Range: 8''  |  Attacks: 1 |   To Hit: 3+ |  To Wound: 5+ |  Rend: - | Damage: 1 |


Melee Weapons

 Mancleaver    Range: 2''  |  Attacks: 2 |   To Hit: 4+ |  To Wound: 4+ |  Rend: -2 | Damage: 2 |



Description

The Abyss Ogres are a very common form of Daemon in the cursed nation of Nidal. Despite their low status in the hierarchy of daemons, a single Ogre could easily kill dozens of humans in single combat. The Ogres are typically found leading bands of blighted lunatics in horrifying ritual, engaging in bloody fights with other daemon bands, or hunting down surviving humans.

Apostate

The leader of this unit is referred to as an Apostate, who a master of black rituals and a savage fighter. An Apostate makes 3 attacks instead of 2.


Abilities

Blood Feast
After defeating a unit in close combat, the unit may choose not to consolidate, or move in their next phase. However, if they do so each member of the unit may recover 1 wound. 

Daemon
The models save may be taken, even if the source of the damage is a mortal wound. Rend does not alter the save unless the damage source is a mortal wound






Keywords

Daemon, Abyss, Ogres, Nidal,
  

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