Conan The Barbarian Page #3

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And say, goodbye.

Subtitle By D3xt3r

We set sail at dawn.

Don't be late.

You should go back to the ship.

- Have you ever wonder,

if our actions serves some plan...

Some purpose..

One by the Gods?

- Are we all just doomed to chaos and ruin?

- I know not. and I care not.

- I live...I love

and slay.

And I am content.

Goodbye.

Conan!

Ah...the elusive one.

Welcome!

- You have made a mistake.

I am not the person, you are looking for.

It is she.

The pure blood decendent.

The Nacromancers of Achelon.

- I'm looking for a thieve.

- ...is city of thieves.

- I'm looking for a thieve named Ela-Shan.

- Who are you, to ask?

Barbarian.

Stand down fools!

Fast as ...?

He will gut you like a fish.

- I owe this man my life.

- Well, Ela-Shan...

You have your chance to repay it.

Come.

This is madness.

Breaking into Khalar Zym's fortress is like

reaching under a sleeping dragon to steal her eggs.

Why go in?

- There's a woman inside.

- She must be really pretty.

My mother wore this gown on her wedding day.

It flatters you.

- I am not your mother.

- No.

but you will be.

Imagine that your body is a vassel.

And your soul is the water that fills it.

When your blood seeds the mask...

My father will empty you.

- Then, I welcome death.

- Your dead,

shall herald a new age of Achelon.

The spirits I raise will melt flesh from the bones of Kings.

And my wife will make me a God!

And we will cast all rivals into oceans of blood.

Please, I beg you one last time.

Do not do this.

Let us turn back.

Come on.

Did you know, I met your barbarian...

When he was a boy?

That I took his sword from him.

I'm told, Cimmerians steel is sharper and harder than any other.

That when it cuts,

The pain is close to pleasure.

I know that will please you.

I told you, you see?

I told you I can get you in.

A feast for my sword.

No, a feast for the Nuara!

Watch out!

Conan...

Get me out of here!

- Use the key.

- I can't. I dropped it!

Then, pick the lock!

With what?

You scream like a woman.

I think he headed to that Scor Cave,

- I see no more lucks down there.

- Your debt is paid.

Go on, then.

If you ever need me again,

You know where to find me.

As Victorius Barbarian's shattered the mask.

So, shall it vanquished

if barbarian sword's should survive it.

Pure blood!

Behold!

In despair...

Your new Master!

My Queen!

Hear my call.

Conan.

Barbarian, I don't like you anymore.

This was your chance, Khalar.

You won't get another.

I smell you.

Conan!

Barbarian!

You're too late!

She belongs to me!

Die!

I'm going to kill you,

with your own father's blade!

You're not wielding my father's sword.

Come on.

Barbarian!

I am coming for you!

I summon you here.

His witch has possessed me.

I can't fight her.

Drop me Conan, please.

- Once again,

The little Cimmerian is caught, holding a chain.

Let me go!

Boy...

There's no shame in kneeling before me.

She wouldn't live forever.

Let go of the chain.

Let go of the chain, Conan.

- And let another die in your place?

Like your father.

Drop me!

- I warned him...

That one day,

I will become a God!

And my father warned you...

God or not.

Let me go!

- You will fall!

Thank you for bringing me home.

- I know you have to leave.

- Live well, Tamara.

Until, we meet again.

" The sword we make, will be your one day ".

" Before you wield it,

You must understand it."

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