|"Believe in just deliverance, children of the Sun, for here our path comes to an end! By an unstoppable march, our holy army marched through these wicked lands, saturated with the heresy of the unfaithful and washed with tears of heaven without His grace! Thousands of spears and tens of thousands of arrows broke about the infalability of our faith, but the armies of sinners will return again - and they will not be weaker. May the mercy of the Sun descend on those who will be faithful to Him to the end! But that is for tomorrow, for now let us glorify our deliverer! - the priestess of the Sun gazed into the distance and fell on the gray-haired dwarf that alone crossed behind the rows of a large crowd, - I see, you still accepted our gifts, - noticing the shoulder bag full of trophies, "Fine, it's time for one more. Please come to this pedestal" the priestess smiled warmly and spread her hands in an inviting gesture.|
It would seem that the pedestal was only a couple of dozen steps, but the path to it lasted for almost an eternity. Hundreds of eyes shining with admiration rushed to one modest mortal, who simply wished to get out of these dangerous times as soon as possible. But there was something in these views that aroused a strange emotion that embodied a mixture of excitement and fear - and with every step, every step to the pedestal, this feeling only intensified. Finally, when the Hero ascended to the very top, something strange suddenly appeared to his gaze - an open sarcophagus that was located below on the other side.
"And what's that?" the dwarf asked with interest.
"This is a monument to our deliverance! said the priestess sublimely, the foundation of your future tomb!"
"It's great ..." The Dwarf involuntarily said, but after a moment the awareness of what he just heard sobered up his mind, "Stop! What?!"
"Such is the role of the deliverer," answered the priestess, holding out her hands forward, "free from the bonds of the curse, that after centuries will become the key to our freedom."
"No, no, no ... We didn’t agree so!" the dwarf moved back.
"Refuse your fear” the priestess’ voice still sounded warm and welcoming, which frightened him even more, “The sun will accept your repentance!"
"The sun will accept your repentance !!!" the crowd echoed.
"Do not come!" the dwarf answered fearfully, looking for possible escape routes, when suddenly his retreat was interrupted by a blow to the back of the head from an Anubis warrior who had appeared behind him. The Hero’s body instantly went limp and began to subside slowly, but he was immediately caught by a swarm of scarabs and carried directly to the sarcophagus.
Stars before the eyes, ringing in the ears and a terrible rumble. The first and last thing that the dwarf saw when he came to was the disappearing gap between the wall of the sarcophagus and the rapidly closing stone lid. And then - only impenetrable darkness, filled with an angry cry, when suddenly it was diluted with a soft bluish radiance, the source of which arose from directly beneath the buried victim. Just a moment - and someone’s grip pulled the Hero into the portal formed underneath him. One more - and out of a blurry veil in front of the eyes, the outlines of marvelous magical devices began to emerge against the face of the court magician.
"Well, at least they didn’t have time to wrap him in bandages," Abu-Bakir said seriously or in jest.
"I'm alive?" In the dwarf's voice, notes of bewilderment were clearly read, and the pupils scaredly ran from side to side.
"More likely than not" the magician answered again with a vague intonation. "Nevertheless, you did a fine job, my friend" However, like everyone else.
"The others? .." the Lord asked, finally turning his eyes to the sorcerer.
"Never mind" Abu-Bakir immediately dismissed “The main thing is that they didn’t understand anything” A sly smile appeared on his face. "Get back to the tavern" The magician had already turned away, but then as if he remembered something important, "Oh yes, and don’t tell anyone about this little adventure. However, no one will believe it" He grinned again and went to the table in the far part of the laboratory. "Exit there, behind the crystal chronoscope” He added at last and began to lay out the bluish crystals around the ancient folio.
"Chrono ... what?" Said the dwarf to himself under his breath, rising to his feet and trying to figure out which of the dozens of magical devices located there was the very exit for which a cozy tavern and several laces of fragrant ale are waiting for him.
Lords and ladies! an ancient ritual has been held, but its consequences are still unclear. The court magician Abu Bakir thanks everyone who was not afraid and bravely challenged the unknown. The Empire and science will not forget this! And the trophies were probably worth the risk. Everyone who managed to defeat the enemy army of the 12th difficulty level received a special artifact and achievement in their character information. The durability of which depends on the maximum defeated difficulty level.
In addition, 199 brave fighters who managed to win the 50th difficulty level without repeating a single level received the Black dog Figurine and the corresponding achievement.
The 50 best military clans are also especially noted - a well-deserved reward of new followers towards the leaders guild awaits all worthy lords and ladies who brought the clan at least 15 points:
|Clan seat||An award||Glory|| |
|5 - 7||900 |
|8 - 10||800 |
|11 - 15||600 |
|16 - 20||500 |
|21 - 30||400 |
|29.||#8026||< Три Богатыря >||3,075|
|31 - 40||250 |
|31.||#7490||European Foreign Legion||2,935|
|32.||#7705||† Angels & Demons Ψ||2,811|
|33.||#2303||III legion of Elfius||2,496|
|34.||#6006||Lords Of Battle||2,447|
|36.||#2302||II legion of Elfius||2,353|
|37.||#825||Matrix of Worlds||2,227|
|41 - 50||100 |
|41.||#4260||Легион Ордена Тамплиеров||2,033|
|42.||#2301||I legion of Elfius||1,955|
|44.||#522||Властители семи ветров||1,879|
|47.||#1488||Тёмная лига Некромантов||1,764|
|49.||#644||Гвардия Grail Keepers||1,675|