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Seven centuries have passed since the earth plunged into darkness.
Seven centuries since the Jethiter swore to regain for man his lost knowledge of
freedom. All the immortals took the oath, all except one who dominates the
world. But soon an immortal will come to confront him. His name is Quentin
MacLeod. He is the Highlander.
Who built this right in the middle of the mountain?
Don't ask me.
There! Look!
A hunter jeep!
Clepiot!
Cortan can't be far.
Eternal power to Kortan.
Any more miserable excuses, Arak?
So, the Highlander got away.
Once again.
What a plot.
Not to mention the shortage of slaves for the turbine.
Of course, it's hard times.
There just aren't enough servants these days.
Shut your mouth, or I'll... Ooh!
You're scary!
Except you've got the enemy wrong, tough guy.
Silence!
I've had enough of your squabbles.
From now on, you and Asclepios work together.
I want the Highlander, and I want new slaves.
Work with Asclepios? But Lord... Or would you and your men prefer the
Asclepios! What the... Leave this room!
Huh?
I'm looking for Asclepios.
Kortan's orders.
He's not here.
Valka, what are those plans?
What is that building? Answer me!
Nothing. Nothing to do with hunters.
Major Arat here. Hunter 411 at my post.
Valka is on your floor. Follow her. I want a full report of everything she
Yes, Major Arat.
Is everything ready for the test?
All systems go.
Target? The forest.
Open the dome.
No point in staying around here.
Let's head back to camp.
Hey, look at the dome.
with the sun!
My tower works even better than I predicted. That beam can wipe out an
region. A few more touches and it will be ready to hand over to Lord Kortan.
He'll be pleased.
He should be. My tower's worth an entire army. So Arak and his hunters won't be
necessary.
Correct. I'll be the commander of Maganda's forces.
Lens captures rays from the sun and focuses them into a single gigantic
Ingenious and deadly.
We have to destroy it.
How? It would take an army and there's just a handful of us.
be a way inside.
A hunter?
He followed me all the way from Moganda.
That gives us a new target.
So, let's have target practice.
Quarter strength!
We won't be telling any tales to Iraq or anybody else.
So, hunters and bureaucrats aren't working together.
At least not this time.
That gives me an idea.
Me too.
It would be a pity if Iraq didn't get the news.
Hunter 411 reporting as ordered, Major Arrak.
411, what happened?
I followed Valka.
Well? And then what?
In the mountains.
Asclepius has built a tower. A terrible weapon.
Weapon? Sun -powered.
Sends out an incredibly powerful beam.
So the rat wants to play, does he?
When Korten gets his hands on the tower, that will be the end of us hunters.
Cortan won't get his hands on it.
Prepare weapons and combat vehicles.
We attack the weapon before dawn.
Get some rest, 411.
Tomorrow, you're leading us to the tower.
Excellent. Everything's ready.
Hey!
Be careful!
Don't worry!
We will be just fine!
Sclepios wants war. He'll get war.
We'll show him.
Faster. We have to get there before sunrise.
No. Hunters.
Danger.
Red alert.
What do you mean, hunters?
Impossible! They're on their way. A whole column.
He's right. They're here.
How did they... Keep firing!
The sun's almost up.
Yes, and Arrak will soon regret it.
Prepare to fire!
That's right.
I said nobody move!
Already here.
Great!
All right.
Quentin's in the tower.
Now we have to secure ourselves to the root.
Where's Asclepios?
It's time to show Kortan what your tower can really do.
Aim the beam at Magonda.
Never.
What's that?
Go on.
Volca! Wait! The Highlander is here!
He's used us all!
Let's go!
Quentin should be here by now.
Quentin!
No time to wipe out Magonda.
A rat got through. We destroyed the tower. That's what counts.
You got what you deserved, Asclepios.
That's nothing to what you'll get when Cortan finds out you let my tower be
demolished. What about you when he learns who fired on Magonda?
Perhaps it's best that Cortan doesn't hear the full story.
You may be right.
I wish the Dunghees could find a place to settle down.
It will happen, Clyde. It will happen. The day your brother, the Highlander,
vanquishes Cortan.
But before that, he still has a lot to learn.
So let's not waste any time.
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