It's good.

All that matters is that two stood against many.

Crom laughs from his mountain

Honor and fear were heaped upon his name. In time, he became a king...by his own hand. This story shall also be told.

Rexor himself has come before me, threatened me, the king. What daring! What outrageousness! What insolence! What arrogance! I salute you.

I strike at you. I summon demons more ferocious than all in hell!

Now, everywhere. They are deceivers.

A conqueror.

And in the darkness of chaos...

You broke into my house, stole my property...murdered my servants and my pets.

You, my children, are the water...

A conqueror.

No. Let's waste no time.

To crush your enemies, see them driven before you...and to hear the lamentation of their women.

Come on!

And this one was thrust into a father's heart...by his very son.

Take all you can carry.

What will your world be without me?

You know what you've done?

This story shall also be told.

Thieves!

Doom's children.

Once, great men lived here. Giants, gods.

I sing to them, on nights when they wish.

He did not care anymore.

Let me die not in hunger...

Warrior, what are the flowers for? For a girl.

So, did Conan return the wayward...daughter of King Osric home. And having no further concern...he and his companions sought adventure in the West. Many wars and feuds did Conan fight. Honor and fear were heaped upon his name. In time, he became a king...by his own hand.

To hell with Thulsa Doom. He's evil. A sorcerer who can summon demons.

Do you not wish to warm yourself by my fire?

Don't leave me! My lord!

You and I, we have warmth. That's so hard to find in this world. Please. Let someone else pass by in the night. Let's take the world by the throat, and get what we desire.

Once, but long ago.

Where are you going, brother?

To Crom.

And what are you?

That is good.

The purging is at last at hand.

Not gods. Not giants. Just men.

All manner of pleasures and diversions were indulged.

The secret of steel has always carried with it a mystery.

To hell with Thulsa Doom. He's evil.

Do you know what horrors lie beyond that wall?

His followers' only purpose is to die in his service.

Who knows what they came for?

And you?

Who are you?

To Crom.

Who among you still fears death?

I pray to the Four Winds.