Orc Boyz and Orc Arrer Boyz form up into rag-tag regiments that surge towards the enemy with great enthusiasm. These mobs fight with a wide array of weapons, from crude hand weapons to surprisingly effective bows.
Some Orcs have adopted ill-tempered boars as their mounts. Once up to speed, boars can be almost unstoppable, their powerfully churning legs propelling them into the enemy where their goring tusks and stamping hooves can do untold damage. From atop their precarious perch, an Orc can set about the foe with spear and choppa, knowing that should they fall, their mount will give them a proper good kicking.
Black Orcs are the biggest, meanest and strongest of all Orcs. Few in number compared to their weedier kin, Black Orcs tend to group together into elite and disciplined warrior cadres that accompany only the toughest of Warbosses to battle.
By lashing together roughly-hewn planks and bolting round(ish) wheels to a sturdy axle, Orcs can build formidable chariots drawn by pairs of boars. Keen to make the most of their status in the eyes of others, Orc charioteers will constantly mess with their vehicle, adding extra ornamentation and painting them in bold, flashy colours.
While individual Goblins may be cowardly creatures, these diminutive raiders draw courage from numbers. When gathered in large mobs, they are emboldened to a frightening degree, each Goblin believing that harm is more likely to befall someone else, instead of them – and that it'll be hilarious when it does. A tide of cackling Goblins can overwhelm almost any enemy, making up for a lack of skill with sheer numbers.
Many Goblin tribes are nomadic in nature, traversing the wilderness in huge, ramshackle caravans. These nomadic Goblins breed giant wolves as mounts, riding atop fast and agile hunters that can cover vast distances with ease. Roaming packs of Wolf Riders scout out the land, encircle the enemy, and pounce upon any foe foolish enough to be caught alone. After wearing down their victims with arrows and lightning-quick attacks, these mobs vanish into the distance before even a single retaliatory blow can be struck.
The Night Goblins are descended from Goblin tribes who long ago ventured into the deep caves and caverns beneath the World's Edge Mountains. Cruel, cowardly, and cunning, these tribes wage war against subterranean Dwarf holds and hated surface-dwellers alike, emerging at night and covering themselves in long, hooded cloaks to ward off the loathsome sunlight.
The magic wielded by Goblin Shamans is no less destructive than that of their larger Orcish peers, but while Orc Shamans chant and gyrate around the battlefield, Goblin Oddnobs and Oddgits skulk close by their kin, working spells and spitting curses far from the eyes of the enemy. It is unclear how this affects their magic, but Goblin Shamans seem to live longer than their Orc counterparts...
The quest for the Ravening Ruin has drawn all manner of warriors to the ever-hungry Gnarlwood, seeking glory, riches or the simple joy of slaughter. So thick lie the corpses across the forest floor that Nighthaunt Pyregheists have been drawn to it, threatening to consume the forest with the unholy flames of the Great Necromancer. Their rampant spread is held at bay only by the rising waters of a great river, long dormant but returning slowly to life under the guidance of the Ydrilan Riverblades.
The Wildercorps are trackers, scouts, and outdoorsmen – experts who attack from the cover of thick foliage and broken ground. They act as rangers for the Cities of Sigmar, identifying and tackling threats before they can grow to threaten their homes. Their tracking hounds surge forward, sinking fangs into flesh even as skilled sharpshooters pick out their targets and loose their bolts.
Gorger Mawpacks are strange gatherings of ogors afflicted with the Empty Belly curse, driven mad with hunger no matter how much they consume. Wild-eyed and starving, they launch themselves at their prey, using huge clubs or improvised bludgeons to pulverise those unfortunate enough to be their next, eternally unsatisfying meal.
Orc & Goblin Tribes attack as a manic tide of destructive enthusiasm. With little heed for their own safety, they throw themselves upon the enemy using unsubtle, but nevertheless effective tactics of choppin' and smashin' their foes.