Shieldwolf Miniatures Northern Alliance Barbarian Sorcerer A 1x MultiPart Resin 28mm Scale Figures Warhammer 40k The 9th Age Age of Sigmar Kings of War …

The harsh cold wind kept blowing in his face, the ice beneath him seemed to break and the Infernal Assaulters closing the distance. It seemed this was the end for him, crazy fool had it coming. He had no weapons, just an old staff to help him chase the stray dogs away maybe, but not adequate to fight with. And his rags obviously provided no armor. The main troops of the Kingdom of Hell raced over to him, wanting to burry their rusty weapons in the Sorcerer and paint them red. But he feared them not. Because the strength he possesed was greater than theirs, for his staff was more powerful than all of their weapons put together. His rags had turned into steel, but he could feel no weight. His face could feel no cold and his feet were light as feathers. His eyes... his eyes turned a glowy green. And that's the last thing the Infernal Assaulters ever saw...