Many wars and feuds did Conan fight.

She follows him as a slave...seeking for the truth of her soul...as if I couldn't give it to her.

Where did you get this stuff?

Kiss me.

Fire won't burn there. No fire at all.

You, my children, are the water...that will wash away all that has gone before. In your hand you hold my light...a gleam in the eye of Set. This flame will burn away the darkness...burn you away to paradise!

Happy Birthday Sandahl Bergman! ⚔️

Doom's children.

He was taken to the East...a great prize, where the war masters...would teach him the deepest secrets.

Princess.

You alone have stood up to their guards.

And you?

Where did you get this stuff? The dead.

the Usurper.

Conan, what is best in life? To crush your enemies, see them driven before you...and to hear the lamentation of their women.

Conan, what is best in life?

If I die, l have to go before him...and he will ask, what's the rule of steel? If I don't know it, he will cast me away. That's Crom, strong on his mountain.

Such a waste.

Dinner for wolves.

Snakes in my beautiful city.

Who gave you the will to live?

They are deceivers. They murder people in the night.

But always there remained the discipline of steel.

It was here that I met my master. It was no accident.

But I seldom pray to him.

That's Crom

In even worse company.

But I seldom pray to him.

You are not a guard.

Thieves!

Why are you here?

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

Flesh is stronger.

Rexor himself has come before me, threatened me, the king.

Have you ever ridden one of those before?

Rexor says that you gave it to a girl. Probably for a mere night's pleasure? What a loss.

Flowers? Flowers.

Many caves.

You don't even have a rope.

My god is stronger.

More than 20 years ago. I was just a boy of four or five.

When I am gone...

Chew it slowly.

In time, his victories could not easily be counted.

If I were dead and you still fighting for life, I'd come back...back from the pit of hell to fight at your side.

Two fools who laugh at death.

A standard. A symbol. Perhaps on a shield. Two snakes, coming together.

Crom, I have never prayed to you before. I have no tongue for it. No one, not even you, will remember if we were good men or bad. Why we fought or why we died. All that matters is that two stood against many. That's what's important. Valor pleases you Crom, so grant me one request. Grant me revenge.

Everywhere these evil towers.

In the north of every man's heart.