Gigantic entity wandering in the Void Sea, their origin and habit still remains a mystery. Emotionless and devoid of weaknesses, they defy the definition of a living creature. During the Great Ender Invasion, swarms of these scourges razed cities to ruin, leaving devastation in their wake.
The Chief of the Golden Gear tribe, the greediest and obsessed being in the whole piglin stock. No amount of food and gold can satisfy his desires, driving all its slaves to loot any trophies in their path.
Commandos armed with repeating crossbows and great shield. Their well-trained squad will reassemble into an unshakeable barrier, pushing back enemy defenses, never taking a step back.
Deadly sentinels gallop through storms and tides, hunt for any invader entering the Cerulean Maze. They roam day and night among the desolate waves, guarding the ruins of their once-great kingdom.
War machines of the Crimson Tusk Tribe, mutant Hoglins caused by artificial breeding. They are unstoppable moving fortress that will crush everything in their path without mercy.
Raised from the ancient corpses in the Soul Sand Valley, fueled by the desperate souls that wander in the Nether. They unleash their fury and death upon any living being they encounter, relentless in their pursuit. They will only cease when the souls are completely burned out, turning back to the scorched bones and skulls, silently awaiting the next resurgence.
Mutant Hoglins caused by artificial breeding; highly efficient war machines overrun above the battlefield. Wind Hog Tamers are skilled hunters of the Crimson Tusk Tribe, they will relentlessly pursue their prey.
Heavy cavalry of the Pillager legion, unstoppable beast that crush enemy force into pieces. Ravagers are wild, brutal creatures, only the bravest warriors can tame them above the bodies of those ones have failed.
Cheap war consumables of Ose Voodoo, advance troops on the battlefield, always come with a large number, mindless zombies devoid fear and pain. Their bodies are infused with poisonous fungi and potent potions, spreading deadly plagues wherever they fall.
Clumpy, tireless brutes driven by an insatiable thirst for destruction. Consumed by violence with no outlet, they will crush both their enemies and allies that stand in their path.
Cultists with faith in the End, devoted to chaotic and nihility. No one has ever seen their true forms, only heard the whisper of the mites from the hollows of the robes.
