Warchanter

Exceptional troublemakers among an entire clan of seasoned troublemakers, the Warchanters use whatever they can get their hands on to hammer out the rhythm of war, which constantly echoes in their tormented skulls. Scrap metal, logs, faces - everything serves as a drum for a Warchanter, and the cries of suffering from their hapless instruments only add to the cacophony. The violence of this drumming has a startling effect on the Ironjawz audience, with mobs of greenskins beating time with shouts, stomping and fists, until the crowd of orruks is at the height of excitement, ready to throw themselves into the thick of the fray.