vengeful ones.
Only the girl.
We kill Thulsa Doom another day.
Agreed?
Conan?
So this is paradise!
Princess.
Get them!
Come on!
You.
Help him.
The infidel defilers...
...shall all drown in lakes of blood.
Now they will know why they
are afraid of the dark.
Now they will learn
why they fear the night.
Seek.
The wizard.
I told him I would pay the gods.
Hold me.
Kiss me....
Kiss me....
Let me breathe my last breath
into your mouth.
I'm so cold.
So cold....
Keep me...
...warm.
Keep...
...me....
Fire won't burn up there.
No fire at all.
Why do you cry?
He is Conan, Cimmerian.
He won't cry.
So, I cry for him.
He will kill you.
He has seen your fires.
He will come for me,
and when he does, he will kill you.
I remember days like this when my
father took me to the forest...
...and we ate wild blueberries.
More than 20 years ago.
I was just a boy of four or five.
The leaves were so dark and green then.
The grass smelled sweet
with the spring wind.
Almost 20 years of pitiless combat.
No rest, no sleep like other men.
And yet the spring wind
blows, Subotai.
Have you ever felt such a wind?
They blow where I live too.
In the north of every man's heart.
It's never too late, Subotai.
No.
It would only lead me back here
another day.
In even worse company.
For us, there is no spring.
Just the wind that smells fresh
before the storm.
Where did you get this stuff?
The dead.
The gods are pleased with you.
They will watch the battle.
- Are they going to help?
- No.
Then tell them to stay out of the way.
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.
No.
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.
And if you do not listen,
then to hell with you.
- That's how we do it.
- I did it. With my spear!
Do you want to live forever?
Doom!
Don't leave me! My lord!
No, don't kill me!
Father!
The purging is at last at hand.
Day of doom is here.
All that is evil,
all that have eyes...
...your parents, your leaders.
Those who would call themselves
your judges.
Those who have lied...
...and corrupted the earth.
They shall all be cleansed.
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!
My child.
You have come to me, my son.
For who now is your father
if it is not me?
Who gave you the will to live?
I am the wellspring
from which you flow.
When I am gone...
...you will have never been.
What will your world be without me?
My son.
My son.
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.
This story shall also be told.Between the time
when the oceans drank Atlantis...
...and the rise of the sons ofAryus...
...there was an age undreamed-of.
And unto this, Conan...
...destined to bear
thejeweled crown ofAquilonia...
...upon a troubled brow.
It is I, his chronicler,
who alone can tell thee ofhis saga.
Let me tell you of the days...
...ofhigh adventure.
Fire and wind come from the sky...
...from the gods of the sky,
but Crom is your god.
Crom lives in the earth.
Once giants lived in the earth, Conan.
And in the darkness of chaos...
...they fooled Crom and took
from him the enigma of steel.
Crom was angered
and the earth shook.
Fire and wind struck down the giants
and threw their bodies in the water.
But in their rage, the gods forgot
the secret of steel...
...and left it on the battlefield.
And we who