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For a long time, the Demons, spawn of Bethrezen, have been spreading their corruption among humankind. The incorporeal armies of Mortis multiply their ranks, summoning the dead heroes of the All-Father into their immortal host. The words of peace spoken by the children of Wotan turned into a treacherous stab in the back of the Empire. The forests hide godless elven archers in their canopies, who know no honor and strike from ambush.
...Does this mean that the hour of mankind has come?
The walls of the imperial capital are becoming stronger day by day. The light of the All-Father illuminates the faces of my warriors! God is with us, so who can be against us?
...Does this mean that the hour of mankind has come?
The walls of the imperial capital are becoming stronger day by day. The light of the All-Father illuminates the faces of my warriors! God is with us, so who can be against us?
