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The final moment has come. For five long months the last four standing Hun warlords battled their way through the misty rivers of cursed souls - hard smelling rotten shells of once brave warriors, stopped in their last breath. It`s up to them now, to choose the new leader among themselves, to claim that right by their blood, sword and arrow. Whose destiny is it to rise as the best of them all? In the judgment hours, whose weapon shall shine in its lord`s hands, letting all the others end their existence in the mud of oblivion?
When the last battle cries disappear in the distances, and a hawk`s screech awakens the sleeping lands, we shall know that the dawn of new era has come. One last spark will shine in the dark, blood-washed armor of the new...
... Master of the Huns.
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