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Knight of the Temple, I doubt the plot is worthy of Tolkien; it's far from perfect, although the idea isn't bad. Perhaps if the developers had created more cutscenes not using the game engine (like the ones we saw at the beginning and end of the original), it would have been more impressive. As it is, the plot is mediocre and doesn't aspire to anything more.
Including the plot, I'm giving it 9 points instead of 10. The game isn't perfect, but I really liked the introduction of alternate upgrades, the Orc race, and the fact that the wheel has been improved; I definitely respect the developers for that. But still, not 10 points. By the way, the ratings from gaming magazines and websites are somewhat different. If I remember correctly, they range from 7.5 to 8.5, which is also not bad, but not 9.
And I don't quite agree with the explanations for the ratings. 10 is usually a perfect game, or at least as close to perfect as possible, surprising with its plot, gameplay, and graphics. In short, a revolution. A description of the author's maximum rating would be quite suitable for 9 points, and so on. If it weren't for the explanations, I would confidently give it an 8, but I don't think the game is what is written in the rating description. Never mind, don't pay attention to me; these are just my nitpicks
O God of Earth and Altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die, The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, Take away our pride.