The silence in tears overwhelmed the tragic-struck dwarf. He shall now deny his wisdom for anger and break the teeth of the dragon shaped mystic pond. But as his beard was soon becoming as a fireball burning the holy towns of the god forsaken bitches of the twilight den he realized that everything was possible if you let the mystic power of the holy fart BUUUUURN in your ass.
The gargoyles of the heart of the hills spit out the name of the solitary dwarf to organize this valid counter offense in order to defeat the prophet of the eclipse and therefore the master of chaos. But when deamons awake , twilight speaks and 56 dark archangels rise from the dead along with a deadly dead hord of the warmasters and swordmasters.
Fighting into the ray of the sun, our dwarven hero is hunting the darklord saying "RIDE DIE SA-CRI-FICE". While the lakes were becoming as seas and the valleys as mountains, the chaos army banded and was reborn from the blood of the god the god, the Last Winged Troll of the Abyssal Treachery wielded a fierce sword of plague's delight.
Things were looking grim for the dwarven people of these wonderful valleys until...OOOOH No!!nOOOO nOoOOoOoOOoooOOOOO!!!! The ancients doors are going the be opéééééned!!!! The devil's evil plan will unleashed upon the tragic innocent victims of this evil plan!!!
All is doom.
Karzacknikov came back through the back door of the abyss with a rune of enchanted fury to eat his own flesh and to devour his brain. Only a temporal collapse could save the towns were massacre and torture and blooshed were spawned.
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