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He was bred to the finest stock
Yes! I strike at you.
Crom laughs at your short puts. Laughs from his mountain.
Hold me.
Father!
Wrong! Conan, what is best in life?
What a loss.
He speak heresy
Steel isn't strong. Flesh is stronger.
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You know what you've done?
Let me tell you of the days of high adventure.
In the north of every man's heart.
Conan?
It is I, his chronicler, who alone can tell thee of his saga.
Give me food so I have strength when the wolves come.
Dinner for wolves.
Hyah!
You, my children, are the water...
Don't kill my smake!
I pray to Crom for easy Drops He doesn't listen
They call it the Fangs of the Serpent.
To crush your enemies (Rangers) and see them driven before you...
... destined to bear the jeweled crown of Aquilonia...
So, what are you doing here?
HA-HA! CRON LAUGHS AT YOUR FOUR WINDS.
What sparks joy in life? "To crush your enemies, see them driven before you..."
Such a waste.
That's Crom, strong on his mountain.
The dead.
... murdered my servants and my pets.
I was just a boy of 4 or 5.
I'm a wizard, mind you.
... and to hear the lamentation of their women.
I thought there were three.