|To the unceasing noise of war drums, the barbarians of the rebellious tribes confidently walked through the lands of bandits and robbers, crushing everything in their path. It is difficult even to imagine what could have caused such a force to break away from its habitable places and go on such a wonderful journey through space and time. But be that as it may, their goal was already very close. Establishing a bridgehead near the sacred portal did not cause any particular problems, but the barbarians were in no hurry to step beyond its magical veil. While the main force was steeping in blood the nearby lands of continuously advancing enemies, waiting for the arrival of the laggards, several rather large combat detachments, on the orders of the elder, set off deep into the wasteland, hiding in the thickets of wild forests. And only when the magic of the portal had already begun to weaken, foreshadowing its imminent closure, they again appeared in the distance. They did not return empty-handed - they were followed by hundreds if not thousands of robbers in chains. In less than a quarter of an hour, they were all already lined up in front of the entrance to the portal. "Glorious Prey!" - the elder said with satisfaction, going up to one of the captives. The old orc grabbed the robber by the lower half of his face with his massive fingers and directed his frightened gaze to himself. "Your death will allow the horde to live!" - He said in an imperious and confident voice, and a smirk full of sharp fangs appeared through the slits in his ritual mask, "Drag everyone into the portal!" - he ordered finally, - and the barbarians immediately began to forcefully drag the captives to the magical gates.|
- What does all of this mean?! - Suddenly from behind the elder, there was a worried voice of Grammith.
- The spirits of the new land need to be appeased, - the dreamwalker said slowly with cold calmness, turning to the warlord.
- Are you going to sacrifice them all?! - with a noticeable share of indignation in his voice asked the First Knight of the Empire.
The orc looked intently at Grammit, after which he made a significant move and asked:
- Do you feel sorry for this garbage? We can take someone from your pack if you wish, - a bestial smirk appeared through the mask.
- Hush your tongue, savage! - the warlord shouted displeased, showing the blade of his sword.
Several worshippers behind the dreamwalker immediately took a fighting stance, and somewhere a little further away there was the creak of a pulling bowstring. Grammith's gaze slid to Abu-Bakir, who was located at the very entrance to the portal and silently watched the sudden skirmish.The magician in response only slightly waved his head, making it clear that now is not the right time for a fight - and the prudence in the warlord's head still prevailed over emotions. The forces were too unequal. The knight sheathed his sword. The elder, in turn, raised his free hand, signaling to his warriors that everything was in order, after which he again turned to Grammith: "Wisdom is not alien to you, leader. Take a closer look at your own pray". Without waiting for an answer, the orc leaned on his ritual staff and headed towards the portal. And when, it would seem, he was about to disappear beyond the edge of the magic veil, his gaze suddenly turned to Abu-Bakir. "He said that nothing will work for you, Destroyer," the dreamcatcher mysteriously said at last and immediately disappeared into the raging streams of portal magic. No sooner had the court magician even fully realized the meaning of the words he had heard, as a flash of magical light instantly swallowed up the entire space around him, returning him and all Lords and Ladies of the Empire back to the place of the ritual. It was all strange - and it all began with the mysterious crystal dagger still sticking out of the ground in the center of the time crystal pattern. Overcoming fatigue, Abu-Bakir slowly bent down to him - and with a sharp movement of his hand drew the completely exhausted blade from the ground, starting to examine it carefully. The magician's fears were confirmed - it was his own dagger, which no longer exists in the whole wide world. It seems that the court magician will need to think a lot before returning to his experiments.
Lords and Ladies, the rhythmic sounds of war drums died away - and the raging, primal fury completely calmed down. The barbarians of the rebellious tribes disappeared beyond the edge of the portal, which means that our joint campaign is over. The court magician Abu-Bakir thanks everyone who contributed to the success of this unusual experiment. And in addition to the main reward - invaluable combat experience, he also rewards everyone who managed to defeat the enemy of difficulty 7 on the map with a special trophy artifact, the durability of which depends on the defeated main difficulty level:
Also, the Empire commends the 50 best military clans - a well-deserved reward and loyalty of new followers awaits all worthy ones who brought the clan 10 points or more:
|Clan Rank||Reward||Battle glory|| |
|5 - 7||900 |
|8 - 10||800 |
|11 - 15||600 |
|16 - 20||500 |
|21 - 30||400 |
|22.||#1512||† Nekropolis †||4,371|
|26.||#2304||IV legion of Elfius||3,870|
|29.||#8502||~Orden of snow leopards~||3,823|
|31 - 40||250 |
|37.||#1488||Тёмная лига Некромантов||3,299|
|38.||#3305||Украина. Величие Запада||3,174|
|39.||#522||Властители семи ветров||3,119|
|41 - 50||100 |
|41.||#7705||† Angels & Demons Ψ||2,762|
|42.||#1790||Орден "Клинок теней".||2,703|
|46.||#9426||Орден Рыцарей - меченосцев||2,487|
|47.||#8026||‹ Три Богатыря ›||2,455|
|48.||#2303||III legion of Elfius||2,436|
In addition, thanks to the best 2,500 Lords and Ladies, whose armies have managed to advance further than the rest. This feat will certainly attract even more glorious warriors to the ranks of your followers
Top 95 Lords and Ladies by defeated enemy level: