All language subtitles for Watch Mythica The Godslayer 2016 Full HD 1080p online free gomovies

(exciting orchestral music)

(people screaming)

(zombies roaring)

(weapons clanging)

(magic tinkles)

(man yells)

(magic tinkles)

(explosion booms)

(explosion booms)

(explosion booms)

Head shots, decapitation, or
fire!

(cannons booming)

(girl wailing)

Help!

Please!

Help!

Please!

Please!

Please help my father.

I cannot help him.

It has been too long.

He is beyond my reach now.

I'm sorry.

Take him to the pyre.

Now.

(sorrowful music)

(Teela sighs)

(Szorlok whispers)

(Szorlok whispers)
(dramatic music)

(corpse wheezes)
(bones cracking)

(zombie hisses)

(girl screams)

(boy yells)

(blood squelches)

(Thane breathes heavily)

I'm sorry.

You have to believe me, he
was no longer your father.

(girl sobs)

Take him quickly to be burned.

There's no end to it.

How can we fight against all
this?

Marek was a fool to take the
crown, why didn't you stop her?

Mortals have been known
to see a way forward,

even when the gods have no
answers to their prayers.

So much dead already.

Thane.

We have our part to do.

We must have faith that Marek
and Dagen will do theirs.

Do you?

Have faith in Marek?

What other hope is there?

(evil, bombastic music)
Hear me, gods!

(thunder rumbles)

Your power fades as your
worshipers die

and rise again as my servants.

This world is mine!
(thunder rumbles)

All of you together
cannot stand against me.

(chuckles)

(dragon shrieks)

- Come with me.
- We're coming.

(children whispering)

[Girl] It's Commander Thane.

They look up to you.

[Thane] They feel safe behind
the wall.

(tender orchestral music)

[General Rohgar] Commander
Thane.

[Thane] Thank you, lad.

(victim groaning)

Tell me you bring good news.

Every city they take,

their armies increase tenfold.

To keep fighting is madness.

We must offer terms for our
surrender.

Szorlok will show no mercy.

To surrender is death.

Your death, your people's death,

perhaps even the death of the
gods.

Let them die, then.

They've done nothing to help us.

[Ana-Sett] Do not
profane the gods, Thane.

I have come to aid this world
at great peril to myself,

just as Tek, God of the Forge,
once did.

And he paid an ultimate price.

Do not take our death lightly.

If we immortals die, much that
is precious will die with us.

Then call them down to fight
for us.

Maybe then we'd have a chance.

[Teela] They will not, they
all fear the fate of Tek.

Then we cannot win.

We must give them more time.

Them, Commander?

Send a horse to find Dagen and
Marek.

Tell them to make haste.

Tell them

they're our only hope.

(stream splashing)

(deep, somber music)

Come to me, Marek.

(Marek gasps)

You can save them.

[Dagen] Hey!

Did you have a good sleep?

It's nice to be back in
civilized lands.

It's colder than it should be.

Say what you will about the
Admiral,

but her clothes suit you
perfectly.

Something wrong?

Nothing.

I can't work it out in
my head, why I did it.

This crown for the Darkspore...

I mean, I know why I did
it, but now that it's done,

I can't help feeling like
I've made a terrible mistake.

People are dying, Dagen.

It's my fault.
No.

No, hey, do not look back.

Stick to the plan.

By nightfall, we'll be at
Hammerhead's,

we'll get Tek's Hammer and
we'll destroy the Darkspore,

once and for all.

I'd rather have that crown

than that cursed black stone any
day.

Szorlok said my mother
carried the Darkspore

before I was born.

He'd say anything to get to
you, Marek.

Don't let him.

I don't remember
anything about my mother.

For as long as I can remember,
I was raised as an orphan

in the slave camps.

Until I was old enough, maybe 10
years,

when I was sold to the
apothecary.

Well, then he could say
anything about your mother

and you would never know whether
or not...

But what if it's true?

What if he did know her?

What if she did carry the
Darkspore?

It could explain what I am.

(sighs) Don't you ever think
about where you came from?

(birds cawing)
Me?

(aching, emotional music)

I was born in a whorehouse,
Marek.

It's fitting, I know.

My mother was an elf.

She was captured by orcish
slavers and sold to the brothel

servicing the King's fifth army
regulars.

Father was some sort of man, I
suppose.

Probably a soldier, maybe
a passing tradesman.

Some creep with an
appetite for pointed ears.

Enough gold to satisfy her.

When I was four years old,

I found my mother hanging from a
doorpost.

She'd taken her own life, you
see.

And after that,

I had a dozen mothers, you might
say.

Or none.

I took to thieving like a baby
to bosom.

Lots of passing gentlemen
with heavy purses.

"Can't blame the kid, he's just
a kid."

(chuckles)

So they'd beat me.

Sometimes 'til I couldn't stand.

Until I escaped the brothel,
to make my own fortune

in the world.

But the money came and the money
went,

as quickly as I could
steal it and spend it.

There's not a lot to be proud
of.

My life had a lot of people,
(chuckles) that's my legacy.

(sighs) I'm a thief, Marek.

That's all I am.

(Marek sighs)

You're a thief and I'm a
necromancer.

We both lost what little
we had to call mothers

far too young in life.

Both of us cursed from the
start.

No.

No, don't you see, it's...

You found me because you needed
a thief.

I owe everything I have to that.

You, Thane, Teela.

I wouldn't trade that for
anything.

It doesn't matter where we came
from;

we're here, now.

Right when the world needs us.

When I was a slave,
that's all I ever wanted.

To choose for myself.

But I never wanted tot
choose for the whole world.

(Dagen chuckles)

Careful what you wish
for, as the saying goes.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

We just have to do our part,
now.

Soon, we can forget about all
this;

let somebody else save
this wretched world.

(girl screaming)

(zombies snarling)

(dramatic, panicky music)

Run for your life!

(people screaming)

I can't find her!

[Peasant Man] Ivy!

Ivy!

Mama!

Mama!

(arrow whooshes)
(girl shrieks)

Nice shot, Dagen.

[Peasant Woman] Ivy!

(zombie snarls)

Get them to the wagon.

(zombies snarling)

(magic fizzes)

(zombies groan)

(people yelling)

Wait! Stop!

Hey, stop! Stop!

Get in the wagon! Get inside!

Go, go!

Get inside!

(zombies snarling)

Go!

(girl screams)

Never mind her, you get inside!

(zombies snarling)

Go.

You don't let anyone through
those doors.

(arrow whooshes)

(kick thuds)

(zombies roaring)
(cart bangs)

(Marek yells)

(frantic orchestral music)

(woman whimpers)

(latch rattles)

(women yelp)

(latch clacks)

Is everyone cozy?

(cart thumping)

Everyone down on the floor!

Get on the floor!

This should do the trick.
(fuses hiss)

(girl shrieks)

(woman crying)

(Marek yells)

(explosion booms)

(Marek pants)

(Dagen coughs)

[Marek] All clear.

Right.

I see my quick thinking did the
trick.

You can come out now.
(wood thuds)

We saved you.

Come on.

If anyone asks, we're the
Redthorns, renowned heroes.

You must carry us to safety.

We're headed back the way you
came.

It's not safe.

Opposite direction, actually,
so best be on your way.

Alone, we will die!

Even one of those monsters
is more than we can handle.

Look at us!

Have mercy.

Listen, you don't understand.

We don't have time.

I'm not leaving this wagon.

Yes, you are.

Marek, turn them into toads.
(peasant gasps)

Dagen.

Yes?

We have room in the wagon.

Oh, don't fool yourself,
these people are dead weight.

They won't make it
alone, you know they won't.

And if they slow us down?

Then we all die, them too.

There are children here.

How many other children are
there?

How many other peasants?

We can't let them distract us.

Let's get them somewhere safe,
or safer.

- Where?
- Away from here.

Where, Marek?

There is nowhere safe!

Then we'll give them the wagon
and we'll continue on foot.

(chuckles) Oh no, we will not.

I'm not leaving Zombie Girl.

This girl isn't well.

She can't keep up.

I need you to look after her.

Hey.

Excuse me (chuckles).

When all this is over and
I come looking for her,

if anything has happened
to her, and I mean,

if she is any worse off
than she is right now,

I will kill you before
you can wet yourself.

You getting that through your
big, thick, round head bone?

I'll take care of her.

I swear it.

Mm-hmm, you're damn right, you
will.

Hey.

Hey.

This skinny, ugly man is
going to take care of you now.

If he doesn't, don't
hesitate to rip him in half.

(uncertain, uneasy music)

I cannot believe you gave away
our wool.

Enough, Dagen.

(moves into sinister music)

What have I done?

(chilling, suspenseful music)

(weapon whirs)

(Hammerhead pants)

It's you.

(groans)

Hammerhead!

Are you hurt?

What happened?

Szorlok's army.

Golgotians swept through
the city like the wind.

Nothing survived.

(groans) Leave it.

I'm dead already.

Don't talk like that.

Do you have it?

The Darkspore?

I traded it.

(Hammerhead laughs)

Dead.

We're dead.

We're all dead.

But you wanted the crown for
yourself.

Of course I wanted the crown.

I was going to be the King
of the Dwarves (grunts).

But that's all pipe's ash now
(groans).

(coughs)

But the Hammer of Tek, we can
use it

to destroy the Darkspore once
and for all.

The Hammer is gone.

It's where only the dead can be.

Don't waste your last few hours
on that.

There's a young fellow right
there, show him a good time.

(laughs) You don't need to
dance.

Tek took the Hammer to the
Underworld.

There must be a gateway,
a portal, something.

He found a way in.

Tek was a god.

Who knows how he found his way
there?

(breathes heavily)

(groans)

Curse you, girl.

Not until I'm done.

Where is the Underworld?

Pox on you, foul wench!

(sighs) The Underworld,
it's here, it's me.

It'll be you soon enough too,
girl.

It's the realm of the dead,

if you believe in that sort of
thing.

Where the spirits convene,
all freshly murdered,

hunting this foul, bloody tomb.

Where are the bodies?

There's no corpses.

(sighs) The corpses.

They've up and gone to maim and
murder.

One by one, up they stood,

to slay their mates what
sat with them as brothers

only moments before.

Come back to life to kill each
other.

Once I fought my share,
and so my end was sure,

I hid myself in the larder.

I only came out to see you two
sneaking in

to torment what's left of me.

Battlegrave.

There must be a way into the
Underworld at Battlegrave.

Well, you can die, that's
one sure way to the Underworld.

You can go there now, for
all I care (chuckles).

(groans)

You're just like your mother.

Relentless.

You knew my mother?

(sighs) Forget about it.

There's nothing but pain there.

Tell me.

There once was a woman,

a gypsy woman of low reputation,

with hair as black as coal,

a belly stretched out from
the baby what was inside her,

looking for a dark hole to hide
in.

Fool that I was, I hid
her in the wine cellar.

Fed her scraps from the kitchen.

There she was, alone.

Day after day, night
after night, in the dark.

'Til one morning,

I came down and heard a wee
baby screaming her lungs out.

(baby cries faintly)

Still attached, her mother
cold and dead on the floor

with a dark shard of crystal
hung about her neck on a chain.

That was her secret.

The shard, I sold to a ship's
pirate

what called himself the Admiral
(groans),

and the wee screaming baby,
I sold to the slavers.

Didn't think I'd be seeing
you again so soon (laughs).

Who named me?

Marek.

It's a Dwarfish word.

A blacksmith term.

Means crooked.

Like when you finish the perfect
blade,

then you look closer and see
that there's something about it

that's not quite right.

On account of your twisted
little foot.

When we first met,

did you know it was me?

(Hammerhead sighs)

You're the spitting
image of your mother.

I figured Gojun Pye would tell
you when you were old enough.

He came that morning to
look after your mother.

Took her away to bury her.

But he didn't take me.

He left me.

I had already sold you by
then.

But he looked after you...
Enough.

I've heard enough.

We need to go now.

To Battlegrave.

(Hammerhead groans)

Do you know what that is,
Battlegrave?

No.

I don't know.

Which means probably no
one else does, either.

You'll have to look in the
archive.

The archive?

Under the Thieves Guild.

(breathes laboriously)

Wait.

Do me a favor.

Burn my body.

I don't want to turn

you know.

(gasping)

All my life...

(metal clangs)

(door creaks faintly)

(baby cries)

(ominous music)

Why do they not attack?

They're waiting for
the main force to arrive.

Countless thousands of them.

[Teela] Is there any hope?

It would be like hands
holding back a raging river.

Szorlok isn't with them.

I hope Marek is alright.

For all our sakes.

[Szorlok] Marek.

There is no use resisting.

We are meant to be together.

Why?

You have the Darkspore, what
more do you want from me?

You are to me like an
arrow, crafted to perfection.

Sharper than any sword,
faster than lightning.

Forged with one purpose:
to slay the mightiest foe.

My dear, I wish more than
anything to see that arrow fly.

You won't be surprised,
then, when I fly at you.

I alone can help you
reach your true potential.

You want to help me?

Then get out of my head.

(monster hisses)
(Marek gasps)

(delicate orchestral music)

I used to come this way to
Gojun's.

The whole city,

there's nothing left.

(wood clatters)

(moves into tense, eerie music)

[Dagen] I think you're
mistaken.

This place is a death trap.

Where are these archives?

The catacombs.

Below the Thieves Guild.
(zombie growls)

It's a vault of sorts,
with records and artifacts

from before the Vitalion
invasion.

Lead the way.

(Dagen blows air)

Light it.

(Marek whispers)

There's an access,

it should get us close.

Hello?
Shh!

(Marek speaks foreign language)

Thieves use this network

of sewers and catacombs

to travel the city unnoticed.

I've used it myself a few times.

Which way?

(monster growls)

Not that way.

Maybe we should split up.

Hey, are you mad?

[Marek] Are we lost?

No.

No, elves have an excellent
sense of direction.

Though,

perhaps less so underground.

Back the way we came.

The archives wouldn't
be far from the Guild,

and were probably well guarded
when the city was overrun.

So I'm looking for the darkest
bloodstains

which would have tracked away
after the fallen soldiers

rose from the dead.

(uneasy, foreboding music)

And now we're following those
tracks

back down to where the
battle would have...

Impressive.

Sadly, however,

it appears as if this is
where your powers of deduction

are no longer of any use.

Step aside, my lady.

Stand and observe.

It takes years of experience,

refined sense, a very deep
understanding

of all the moving parts, you
have to...

How long is this going to
take?

[Dagen] Shh.

Sometimes it's best not to
overthink it.

(awe-filled orchestral music)

[Dagen] Someone left in a
hurry.

All these works were said to
be lost.

The Vitalions burned everything
when they conquered Deira.

Yes, well.

You can always trust the Thieves
Guild

to keep something hidden.

We don't give up treasure
lightly.

So much to learn.

Well,

unless you want to eat
paper and drink hot wax,

let's learn what we can about
Battlegrave

and be on our

way.

(music swells)

This is Guildmaster leather.

This is light as silk
and strong as chain mail.

And this sword.

So perfectly balanced.

These histories are too
recent.

Centuries after the
death of the Lich King.

I need ancient records.

Before the Deirens even crossed
the seas.

[Dagen] Fit perfectly, as if,

as if crafted just for me.

"And the rise of Amuhn-Kah."

Dagen, look.

It's in the Old Tongue.

It tells of the rise of the Lich
King.

[Dagen] The Darkspore.

"The gods have no ears."

"They are deaf to the
prayers of the people."

(chuckles) Yeah, that's
how I've always seen it.

"Only the God of the Forge
took pity

"and, minu-mesa," I think
that means fell from Heaven,

"to face the Lich King."

"The power of death
overcame the gods that day."

"In the Valley of Rath,
the mighty God of the Forge"

"passed on to the World Below."

That's the Underworld.

"In the shadow of Warspire,
on the dust fields

of Battlegrave..."
Battlegrave, that's it.

In the Valley of Rath.

Find me a map of the Southern
Realms.

There must be an entrance to
the Underworld at Battlegrave.

"The gods, in their anger at
the death of one of their own"

"struck swiftly to split the
Lich King's heart asunder,"

"returning the armies
of dead to the ground"

"from whence they came."

Here.

This is Southern Realms,

but there's nothing about
Battlegrave.

No, but look.

The Valley of Skulls, and
Warspire.

When did my little
slave girl get so br...

Just brilliant.

I'm taking this with us.

There may be more in
here about the Underworld

and how to get there apart from
dying.

Take it with us.

Good idea.

(exciting orchestral music)

(zombie roaring)

(metal clatters)

(flame whooshes)

(Dagen yells)

(zombies snarling)

Marek, we need to move!

(blood squelches)

(Dagen yells)

Marek!

(zombie snarls)

(Marek screams)

(magic fizzes)

(zombies snarling)

No!

Back, back, back!

Follow the water down,
it always leads down!

(zombies snarling)

[Marek] Dagen, over here.

(Dagen yelling)

[Dagen] They have me, they
have my foot!

My foot!

[Marek] Give me the torch!

(despairing orchestral music)

We gather for one last
stand, here on the wall.

To what end?

It will be a massacre.

Szorlok's army is five days
away.

They march day and night.

Neither sleep nor eat.

If we gather to one
place, we will be destroyed.

At least spread out, he will
have to divide his forces.

Our people can hide in hills and
caves.

Sir.

There's no hope in
putting off the inevitable.

Gathering together in one
place will buy us time.

Time for what?

What hope do we have?

[Szorlok] Marek.

What do you want from me?

[Szorlok] I need your help.

You've already won.

The world is on its knees,
what more could you want?

[Szorlok] You think
I want all this death?

This suffering for nothing?

I am not a monster.

Then why?

Because the time of
the gods has finished.

Their power fades while
their worshipers die.

When they're weak enough,
I will overthrow them.

You'll massacre everyone
just to turn around

and murder the gods?

With you at my side, Marek,
the gods could not withstand

our powers combined.

I won't help you.

[Dagen] Marek!

Then the slaughter must
continue.

Their lives are in your hands
now.

[Dagen] Marek!

Why didn't you answer me?

[Marek] I just needed a
moment.

[Dagen] If something's wrong,
you can tell me anything.

I said I'm fine.

[Messenger] Below the fire.

Who are you?

A messenger from Commander
Thane.

(chuckles) Commander Thane.

I seek the wizard Marek,
and her half-elf companion,

the bastard Dagen.

Seems I'm in luck.

Szorlok's armies are
three days' march, now,

from our collective forces,
and when they arrive,

they will wash over us
like waves on the sand.

We're 30 leagues from
Battlegrave.

That's three days.

If we had a wagon...

My horse is finished.

And I have few provisions.

I fear I am of no use,
other than of bad tidings.

But of course, you'd do
anything in your power to help
us?

Of course.

Those are nice boots.

We have sent riders and
carrier pigeons

to every outpost in the realm.

People are coming, leaving the
land empty.

Bringing with them whatever
they can carry on their backs.

Good.

Good, less bodies for
Szorlok's army to possess.

Remind me why we're doing this
again?

'Cause we're the only ones who
can.

I can't help but feeling
that's less of a reason

and more of an excuse.

You know,

we could just abandon
this ill-fated quest.

Go live out by the sea,

a nice, warm sun.

I could fish, and you
could do the washing.

Look, I, hey,

I could wash as well.

And have little quarter-elf
babies

with ever-so-slightly pointed
ears.

Huh, what do you say?

- Sounds lovely.
- Yeah?

But it's not me.

Szorlok speaks to me.

[Dagen] What?

He speaks to my mind.

We're connected through
the Darkspore, somehow.

He says

if I help him defeat the
gods, he'll spare the world.

That's a nasty dilemma.

You can't believe a single word
of it.

Not a single word.

And if it's true?

If I could stop the killing,

I couldn't live with myself
knowing that...

You wouldn't live, Marek.

None of us would.

At least there wouldn't be
anybody left

to regret not saving.

It's not funny.

It's true.

And I don't actually know
why we're doing this;

you think I don't have my
doubts, that I don't wish

I'd just given the Darkspore to
Ana-Sett

and lived with you on the beach?

Fyke, Dagen!

I gave the Darkspore,

I gave the Darkspore up for the
Crown.

And now everyone is
dying, and it's my fault!

I don't know what I'll do if
Szorlok comes to me again...

No, no no no no no, no, no.

Forget everything that I just
said.

You stick to the plan, remember?

First, we go to Battlegrave,

we find an entrance to the
Underworld.

And then, we get the Hammer,

and then,

well then...

We walk up to Szorlok

and smash his black heart into
oblivion?

Yeah.

More or less.

(Marek laughs)

Do you see how crazy that
sounds?

How impossible each part of the
plan is?

We're all going to die,

because of me.

Marek, no.

(Marek sobs)

(melancholy orchestral music)

Hang on, hang on now.

Let's see.

Now that we're on foot,
we've been traveling

across country due south.

With any luck, there should
still be a watering hole

on the high road, just on the
other side

of that mountain right there.

And from there, we go west,
to the Valley of Rath.

So,

if we travel day and night,

by sundown on the third day,

we should arrive at Battlegrave.

It's too late.

It's too late.

No, no.

You can't rest yet, Marek.

Just a bit further, come on.

I can't.

Then stay with me.

Come on.

Come on.

That's it.

[Teela] Thane.

[Thane] What is it?

The gods are troubled.

They sense that Marek's
resolve is faltering.

She is tempted to serve Szorlok.

Never.

She would never do that.

But if she could stop the
bloodshed by joining him?

How can this be?

Szorlok would give the world
to her

in exchange for the heavens.

He seeks to overthrow the gods.

He would just leave the world
in peace?

(Teela sighs)

[Ana-Sett] The lives of
mortals

are like flowers in the field.

They bloom and die, and bloom
again.

But if the gods perish, the
world will be forever changed.

We will not allow Marek to aid
him.

We have to help her.

Help her, or stop her.

(airy, fantastical music)

We'll never make it across
that.

(Dagen laughs)

On Rathos' balls. (Chuckles)

Whoa.

(horse neighs)

Easy, boy, easy.

Easy.

Come here.

(smooches kiss)

These are soldiers' horses.

This is it, Marek.

The sign we've been waiting for.

The gods are with us.

The gods be damned.

There she is.

It's good to have you back,
Marek my dear.

(Marek groans)
No.

Have you never ridden before?
(Marek pants)

How long have you known me?

I was a slave, remember?

Ah, truly, we are the
saddest heroes ever.

Lost all four pieces of the
Darkspore,

gave away the war wagon, and
not all of us can ride a horse.

I have a spell that shrinks
body parts,

and you've gotten pretty
confident lately.

(Dagen laughs)

[Dagen] Very good.

(adventurous orchestral music)

(breathing heavily)

Warspire.

(horse whinnies)

Come on.

They're exhausted.

We'll go on foot.

We can't.

People are dying every moment we
delay.

Marek, there's nothing left.

(horse snorts)

(Marek breathes heavily)

Hey.

We'll set up camp soon.

Just on the other side of that
ridge,

there'll be less snow.

Come on, Marek.

A bit further, come on.

[Szorlok] Marek.

(mysterious music)

Why should I trust you?

Never trust a man.

Only trust his motives.

I will stop at nothing
to tear the heavens down.

Why?

Why?

To become a god, of course.

For there is to be no power
equal to mine.

I know a way to stop you.

Your life is entwined
with the Darkspore.

Should you destroy it,
you'll destroy yourself.

Your heart beats with mine.

People are dying, Marek.

More blood on your hands.

Should you wait too long,
there'll be no one left to save.

I won't betray my friends.

Together, we'll find a way to
stop you.

Nothing can stop me.

You're nearly at your
destination,

where you will lose all hope.

Still, even when your
friends turn against you,

I will come to your aid.

Wake up, Dagen.

(Dagen groans)

Balls.

I dreamt we were at a great
feast,

and everyone was dancing,

there was a bath filled with
wine.

[Marek] The last of the
rations.

[Dagen] No, Marek.

No, that's alright.

Here, you take it.

(sweeping orchestral music)

It's Battlegrave.

Yeah, we made it.

Now let's go find that
gateway to the Underworld.

(haunting orchestral music)

(people screaming faintly)

"Here lies Tek, God of the
Forge."

"Slain in battle with Amuhn-Kah."

"An immortal sacrifice
to provoke the gods."

He can't really have died.

Or if he did, he couldn't
take the Hammer with him,

nothing goes with you when you
die.

A god dies and all he
gets is this broken anvil

in this forsaken place.

They better build a giant temple
for me.

I want visitors from all over
the world

and a giant statue made out of
gold.

Don't count on it.

There must be a sign.

A spell, something.

Some mention of the Hammer.

It could be a passage to the
Underworld.

(speaking in foreign language)

(sighs)

At sunset, they will attack.

I want everyone here, women,
children, I don't care.

Give them all torches or
crossbows,

tell them to stand their ground.

They're all going to die anyway

if Szorlok's forces get
past this barricade.

Might as well die fighting.

[Ana-Sett] Marek.

The Hammer has to be here
somewhere.

If Tek really died, he
couldn't take it with him.

(gloomy orchestral music)

Mortals have to die to
get to the Underworld,

but if you're dead, you're
stuck there, of course.

If Tek left the Hammer in
our world, where would it be?

Just like he said.
Who said?

Szorlok.

He said I'd get here and lost
all hope.

Szorlok's a liar, so
let's just take a step back

and think this through
logically.

What if I was meant to
stop the armies of undead

but not how we thought?

If I help Szorlok take down the
gods, the killing will stop.

We can rebuild.

What, with Szorlok as the
one and only god of this world?

And you as what, his queen?

No, nothing like that.

There is a way to
get that Hammer, Marek.

I know there is.

You had a reason to trade the
Darkspore for the Iron Crown,

I know you had a reason.

Don't have faith in me.

I've done everything wrong.

I'm just, (chuckles)

I'm just guessing, and
I keep getting it wrong,

and you and Thane and Teela,
you won't give up on me;

you're all fyking mad.

Thane.

Thane.

We need to go.

It's Marek.

What about her?

She is losing herself,
she is giving in to Szorlok.

No.

There must be some mistake.

[Ana-Sett] She is wavering
and she will fail us.

We can change her mind.

I will take us to her.

But I don't have the power
to move us many more times.

(thunder rumbles)

[Ana-Sett] Marek!

[Dagen] Oh! Hey, we're all
friends here.

[Ana-Sett] You've gone too
far.

[Dagen] Please.

[Ana-Sett] Your resolve has
grown weak.

You have allowed Szorlok's
lies to persuade you.

You and all the other gods.

You're all weak and afraid.

You know Szorlok is coming for
you,

and yet, you would let everyone
die

rather than sacrifice one of
your own.

Isn't it better to let the gods
die

than let every living thing turn
undead?

[Ana-Sett] You speak
blasphemy, necromancer.

You cannot be allowed to
continue

on this path of destruction.

Are you here to stop me?

No no no, no!

Marek!

Please don't, I can't resist her
will.

[Thane] Teela?

(Teela gasps)

(energy crackles)

Teela!

Hold Ana-Sett back!

[Dagen] No no, Teela,
Teela, my good woman!

Please!

Marek's just, she's figuring
things out!

She's not siding with Szorlok,

she's under a lot of pressure
right now.

Thane, please just, talk
some sense into Teela.

Marek.

Tell us!

[Szorlok] Marek.

Tell Ana-Sett!

You would never be
lured by Szorlok's plan.

[Szorlok] The darkness
strengthens us,

It draws you to me.
I know you.

[Thane] I know you would
never...

Yes Marek, please just tell
them!

- I've been waiting so long.
- Stop it!

All of you!

You don't understand.

You don't carry this burden.

The choices I've had to make,

the choices I still have to
make.

[Ana-Sett] The gods can
see what is in your mind.

Leave me alone!

(Marek yells)

[Ana-Sett] This must never
come to be!

(energy crackling)

(dramatic music)

Foolish mortal.

You are like a child in a
whirlwind.

Without the Darkspore,
you are nothing more

than a common wizard!

I am anything but a common
wizard!

I don't need the Darkspore.

I am a natural-born necromancer.

(wind howls)

Marek, you don't have to do
that!

(Marek yells)

Marek! No!

I don't want to, Thane!

The Darkspore, it's a part of
me, and

I have to finish what I was born
to do.

[Ana-Sett] You have proven
yourself through your actions.

There is too much at stake.

You will not survive this!

(energy crackling)
(Marek yelling)

(soaring, exciting music)

Teela!

Enough!

(magic crackles)

(Dagen groans)

Szorlok, save me.

Marek, no!

What have you done?

She's gone.

You have doomed us all.

(Teela whimpers)

(Dagen yells)

(swords clang)

Thane, you idiot!

After all we've been
through, you know Marek!

You know that she would never...

Do what, Dagen?

Never give away the final
piece of the Darkspore?

Never join Szorlok to fight us?

We all feared this day might
come.

Oh, don't you dare!

She saved you Thane,
she gave you a new life!

And you, Teela.

I can't hardly look at you
and what you've become.

(heart-wrenching orchestral
music)

(Teela sobs)

(heavy, ominous music)

You have come to me at last.

As I knew you would.
(thunder rumbles)

I had no other choice.

Your friends have turned
against you.

They know who you are.

What you are.

And what you must do.

They could never understand us.

There is no us.

I'm here to stop you.

Kill you, if I get the chance.

Would you like to try?

The Darkspore feeds me with
the lives of every lost soul.

(inhales deeply)

I am infinite power.

But it's not enough to defeat
the gods.

For that, you still need my
help.

(Szorlok scoffs)

Come, then.

And witness for yourself as the
gods look on and do nothing.

The subjects are made to
suffer, even to death.

(thunder rumbles)

(Teela sniffles)

[Thane] Teela.

We have to save Marek.

You can't let him go.

If you really cared for Marek,

you wouldn't give up on her.

We can still fight Szorlok!

We can defeat him!

We can save Marek!

How, Thane?

Huh?

Tell me how!

You're always coming up
with such brilliant plans,

so let's hear it!

Tek's Hammer.

(laughs) We don't have the
hammer.

Right, it's in the fyking
Underworld!

Then we'll go to the
Underworld and get it.

Oh!

Okay!

Great, why didn't I think of
that?

Oh wait, that's right,
because you have to die

to get to the Underworld, Thane.

Yeah.
(bittersweet orchestral music)

That's one way.

So unless, you halfwit,
other than coming back

as a zombie, you know of some
way

to come back from the dead...

Thane.

Oh, Thane, you are a genius!

Oh, think this through!

It's brilliant!

I can't believe we didn't
think of it sooner!

We're going to the Underworld.

Of course.

How?

We're going to kill ourselves.

Yes (chuckles), are you ready to
die?

(malevolent orchestral music)

Tell me about my mother.

Your mother was a thief.

A very skilled thief.

Under my guidance, she stole
the piece of the Darkspore

held within the Well of Demons
for me.

But she didn't give it to you.

She took the money,
but kept the Darkspore.

Your mother lacked your,
shall we say, integrity.

My mother left me with
nothing.

Her cruelty was a gift
that made you strong.

Suffering and depression were
the stones that sharpened you.

There should be enough
here to kill us both.

One drop will knock you out,
two will stop your heart,

and three would kill a horse.

Three drops for you, my friend.

But like you said, once we're
dead,

we can't come back with the
Hammer.

That's not what I said.

What I said was unless we have
a way of coming back to life,

which, oddly enough, we do.

Teela.

Teela.

Oh.

Yes.

I can, of course.

Maybe.

But you won't have much time,
and I can only do this once.

The longer your spirit
is out of your body,

the more impossible it will
be for me to bring you back.

How much time, exactly.

Maybe 60 heartbeats, 80 at the
most;

any longer and you might be gone
for good.

However...

Yes?

Time may pass differently
in the Underworld.

Right, faster or slower?

I don't know.

Right, 80 heartbeats.

Have to be quick then, no
sightseeing

in the Underworld, yeah?

Should I lie down?

Good idea.

I wouldn't call of any of
this a particularly good idea.

In case we don't get back.

(sighs)

See you on the other side.

For Marek.

For Marek.

Teela, if you would be so
kind.

Three drops to be sure, four for
Thane.

Fyke.

We can do this.

Come back to me.

I will.

(tender orchestral music)

It didn't work.

The poison must have...
Give it a minute.

Wait, where's Teela?

(hammer clanging)

- Is that?
- Has to be.

None other than Tek himself.

Greetings, Tek, your
godliness.

We beseech thee to bestow
upon us thy godly hammer.

We've come for the Hammer of
Tek.

We need it to destroy
the Lich King Szorlok.

Well, you're dead.

There's not much you can do
about it now.

Well, actually, we
have a goddess, Ana-Sett,

waiting for us on the other
side to bring us back.

But we don't have much time.

What is it going to
take to get the Hammer?

You don't have what it takes.

I've waited centuries for the
right one

to come asking for it.

I don't see anything in you
to convince me otherwise.

We're all you've got!

No one else is coming!

We're it!

It's not good enough.

We're not leaving without that
hammer.

Then welcome.

Welcome to the Underworld.

Four.

Five.

Six.

(soaring, evil orchestral music)

(thunder rumbles)

(Marek yells)
(energy fizzes)

I'm far beyond that now,
Marek.

The only question is, how
many more lives will be lost

before you give in to me?

So much needless death.

Save them.

Save your friends.

They would rather die
than see me help you.

(Marek yells)
(fire whooshes)

(music swells)

(Szorlok laughs)

33.

34.

35.

So how's this work?

We very well can't fight to
the death in the Underworld.

I don't know.

Is there an under-Underworld?

(Thane yells)

(Tek grunts)
(hammer thumps)

(Thane groans)

(Dagen yells)

(hammer thumps)

(Tek laughs)

(Dagen coughs)

(groans)

Can't die, but it still hurts,
huh?

This isn't working.

You have a better idea?

(Dagen yells)

(Dagen grunts)
(Tek chuckles)

45, 46.

When I touch the hammer,
I can see the living world!

Thane, we need to hurry!

Help!

(Dagen yells)

(Thane shouts)

(Thane groans)

The hammer's not dead.

The hammer doesn't belong here,

it's part of the living world.

Yeah, what of it?

How did you get it here, then?

It's my hammer, and I'm a god.

In case you've forgotten.

We have our own rules.

So how do we get it to the
living world?

You're a clever boy, I'm
sure you'll figure it out.

(hammer whooshes)
(Dagen groans)

53.

54.

55.

56; I can't wait any longer,
even now we run the risk.

[Ana-Sett] Patience.

(Thane yells)

(Thane groans)

You're very strong.

I wonder just how hard you could
hit me.

I could knock you
clean out of this valley.

(Dagen laughs) Dog's balls,
you could.

I've seen what you've got, now.

However, I'll give you a clean
shot.

I mean, I am dead, after all.

(laughs) So long, half-elf.

(metal clinks)

Run, Thane!

(Dagen yells)

75.

76!

77!

That's it, I'm calling you back.

(bewitching orchestral music)

Fyke.

(Thane groans)

Ah, damn it!

It didn't work!

Come on, Dagen.

Come on!

No, there's no time left,
I have to bring him back now.

Please.

Please, we need this hammer,
everything depends on it!

Come on, Dagen!

We're running out of time!

Dagen, damn it!

Dagen!

He's fighting me!

He's resisting, he has to let or
I can't!

Dagen!

Come on, live!

No.

No, there has to be a way,
it's on the tip of my brain,

just tell me!

Last chance.

If you don't let go, you'll be
stuck here.

My life doesn't matter.

I can't let her down; there was
a reason

that she brought us here,
just like there was a reason

that she took the.

Crown.

The Iron Crown, of course.

Good.

Good!

Come on!

No, Dagen!

Come on!

Damn it!

Dagen!

No!

(Thane yells)

(Thane sobs)

No.

(Teela sobs)

- I tried.
- No!

I tried.

I tried.

(Marek gasping)

(thunder rumbles)

Dagen?

You attack me because
of those you call friends.

By fighting me, you believe
you're staying loyal to them.

But look.

(Thane yells)

No!

(dramatic music)

They killed him because he
defended you.

No, I won't believe it.

Thane wouldn't have...

You felt him die.

You know it's true.

Your friends have become
pawns, played by the gods.

It's her.

Ana-Sett.

She did this.

The gods will stop at nothing

'til they see you safely dead.

They are coming for you.

Not if I come for them first.

Yes.

Open yourself to me.

Combine your power with
mine, and together,

we will slay the gods.

Show me.

(melancholy acoustic music)

Rest well, my friend.

The Darkspore can't reach you
now.

It shouldn't have ended like
this.

It isn't the end.

We must hurry now, stop
Marek from joining Szorlok.

Together, they will destroy the
gods

and then all will be lost.

I can't do it, Teela.

I can't fight against Marek.

It's too much.

Put it on.

Hey.

No.

Thane, put it on!

Yes.

Put it on your head, wear it.

Wear the crown!

Come on, you big dumb
ox, it's right there!

The hammer is right here; no!

Thane!

Thane!

We have to stop her.

Keep the hammer.

You've earned it.

I don't need your bloody
hammer now.

Don't you see what you've done?

After all that you've been
through,

I'm surprised you're giving up
so easily.

Easily?

I'm dead!

Deceased!

Erased from existence;
I'm a ghost like you,

if you haven't noticed.

Why didn't you tell us
how to get the hammer

before it was too late?

You sacrificed yourself,
I didn't see that coming.

You know, you'd think, for
being a god,

you could have seen that
in me from the start.

If Thane had put on the crown,

he would have seen and been
able to take the hammer

from me, wouldn't he?

Yes.

(Dagen chuckles)

A lot of good it does Marek
now.

So now what?

I get my own anvil and just
make swords for eternity?

The Underworld is what you
make it.

I'm a blacksmith, that's what I
do.

I think you would be better
served getting started,

you have a long way to go.

A long way to go?

Where?

Find your woman!

That's what you're here for.

Is she here?

I mean, where is she?

I don't even know where to
start.

The Underworld is a lot
like the living world,

but not all the same rules
apply.

(chuckles) Right.

Right.

(epic orchestral music)

Now, let the gods pay for
their apathy,

their vanity, and their
arrogance.

(energy crackling)

(thunder rumbling)
(Marek yelling)

Feed our strength.

Let us taste your power!

(dramatic, wicked music)

(Marek yelling)

(Szorlok laughs)

Yes!

All of it!

Give it to me!

(explosions booming)

(optimistic fantasy music)

(energy crackling)

No!

You!

You killed Dagen!

(Marek screams)

Marek, no!

No!

We're here to save you!

I hardly look like the
one that needs saving!

(women yelling)

Marek!

We didn't kill Dagen!

He took his own life to
reach the Underworld!

We found it.

We found the Hammer.

The Hammer?

Where is it?

We couldn't bring it back.

Dagen wouldn't come back.

It was his choice.

He only wanted to save you.

You're all he cares about.

(dramatic, wicked music)

(Szorlok gasps)

The gods are dead.

I am the only god.

The one god.

(thunder rumbles)

All is mine.

[Ana-Sett] Not all.

There is still one goddess
who stands against you.

Goddess?

I will drink you slowly.

I will savor every last drop of
your soul.

(Thane yells)

(Thane groans)

(Ana-Sett yells)
(energy fizzes)

(energy whooshes)

(weeping orchestral music)

(groans) Marek.

You have to stop him.

We believe in you.

You can do it.

I can't.

I don't know what to do.

Be strong.

(Thane groans)

(Szorlok breathes deeply)

All mine.

Marek, my dear.

You made possible my ascension;
come.

Witness my glory in full.
(thunder rumbles)

You lied to me.

My friends didn't betray me.

I betrayed them.

A trivial difference.

You were never like them.

You were born for true
greatness.

Now come.

Take my hand.

You've slain the gods.

Now go to the heavens
and stay there alone,

leave the mortal world
in peace like we agreed.

Do not presume to counsel me!

All who do not worship me must
die.

(Marek groans)

There, you see?

All will obey.

(epic, fantastical orchestral
music)

(moves into exciting military
music)

(zombies growling)

Hold!

Hold for all you believe!

(group yells)

So this was your plan all
along?

To have Szorlok steal your life
force away

and trap your soul inside his
body?

Plan?

More of a possibility.

But perhaps, when the moment is
right,

I can take control of Szorlok

and offer you a small advantage.

See, I don't think he's
discovered me here yet.

I don't envy you.

Even Teela was a difficult
companion.

How do I free you?

The same way you free
yourself.

Destroy the Darkspore.

The Hammer of Tek is lost.

I was a fool to join Szorlok.

I've doomed the world.

I can't tell you what to do,
Marek.

What choice do I have?

Countless thousands are dying.

I have been fighting this
darkness my whole life,

struggling to break free.

But to what end?

Szorlok was right.

I can't escape the Darkspore.

My mother saw to that.

I am a part of it, and
that is a part of me,

that is who I am.

Those who knew your mother

remember only the villain and
the thief.

Her mentor was cruel and without
principle

and taught her nothing
of virtue and honor.

That is who she was.

My mother hated me.

That is why she cursed me.

But this is not the woman that
I knew.

True, your mother stole the
Darkspore,

was bringing it to Szorlok
for a mountain of riches.

But something changed.
(touching orchestral music)

She refused his gold.

She took the Darkspore and ran.

She hid in poverty.

She sacrificed her life to keep
that shard

away from Szorlok's hands, and
no one could figure out why.

Why did she do it?

Because of you.

When she felt you moving in her
belly

and knew that she was
going to bring a child

into this world, she made the
choice to fight the darkness

to the very end.

She died, to save the world for
you.

She loved me.

That is who she was.

When I found her dying,
your mother was a hero.

But I still have this
curse inside of me.

Curse, or blessing?

You see, the Darkspore never
took part of you, Marek.

You took part of it.

You stole its power.

That makes you the only one
with the power to destroy it.

Why do you think Szorlok
sought you out all these years?

If I destroy the
Darkspore, am I going to die?

True heroes always make a
sacrifice.

You cannot fight the darkness
and come away unscathed.

Like my mother.

Like you.

Believe in yourself, Marek,

as I have always believed in
you.

Go now.

And when the moment is right,

Gojun Pye will come to
your aid one last time.

(dark, heinous music)

(wind howling)

(moves into thrilling medieval
music)

(weapons clanging)

(fighters yelling and groaning)

(zombies snarling)

(girls screaming)

(baby cries)

You may be a god, but
you don't control me.

We mortals can still choose
who and what we believe in.

We decide whether to
give you power over us,

and without our consent,
what are you even a god of?

All who resist my will are not
fit

to live in my world.

You, Marek, have sealed their
fate.

(zombies roaring)

(wind howls)

(Marek groans)

Marek!

(Marek yells)

Marek, take the hammer!

It's me, Dagen!

No, you cannot give up now!

You have to think, Marek!

Think about the Crown and the
Hammer!

You think about why I would
choose

to stay in the Underworld!

(Marek yells)

The Hammer is here Marek, now
take it!

Put on the crown and take it!

I know that you can hear me!

I love you, Marek.

Please put on the crown and
finish this.

Yes.

(thunder rumbles)

(Marek gasps)

(moves into heart-wrenching
music)

Dagen.

(Marek grunts)

How very clever of you.

Even now, when all is lost,
you still cling to hope.

(chuckles)

I shall take the greatest
pleasure in watching you die.

(Marek yells)

(energy crackles)

Now, die!

(energy crackles)
(Marek screams)

Not yet!

[Gojun Pye] Now, Marek.

This is your chance.

Get up!

Get up, Marek!

(Thane groans)

I know you can!

[Gojun Pye] I cannot keep him
at bay.

His power is too strong.

Now, Marek!

(swells into heroic orchestral
music)

(Szorlok groans)

(thunder rumbles)

(Szorlok screams)

(zombies groan)

(men laugh)

Victory!

(men cheering)

(triumphant orchestral music)

(moves into tender string music)

Hey ho, little marmot.

We did it.

We did it.

You are the bravest
person I have ever known.

I'm free.

(Thane and Teela sobbing)

They were two of the greatest
heroes

the world has ever known.

The cripple slave girl
and a bastard half-elf.

Will anyone ever remember?

We will.

Aye.

We will.

Goodbye, old friends.

Until we meet again.

(elegant, bittersweet music)

So the gods are all dead.

What becomes of the world now?

When Ana-Sett lived within me,

I caught glimpses of her mind.

I saw her beginning and her end.

There was life before the gods,
and now there is life after.

And there will be, from
eternity to eternity.

Magic will fade and die, and
life,

life will go on.

Maybe someday, new gods will
arise,

when the world is ready for
them.

But,

until that day, there is just us
mortals.

Just us.

I like the sound of that.

I recall a time when you
dreamed of finding a soft woman

to settle down with,
maybe have children, even.

Did I say that?

(waves splashing)

(gentle, heartfelt music)

* Newly freed from pathways of
old

* A hero's world ahead

* Wandering realms of magic
unknown

* I tremble where I tread

* Save me once

* Save me again and again

* Just know I will not leave you

* I will not disappear

* While the world turns, I'll be
here

* Arrows and crows fly over this
war

* Raging down below

* You and I have followed before

* Now tell me where to go

* Save me once

* Save me again and again

* Just know I will not leave you

* I will not disappear

* Let the glowing heat
of the fire at night

* Break the darkness there
inside

* You have earned me now,
but have I earned you

* If you ask, I'll see this
through

* Save me once

* Save me again and again

* Just know I will not leave you

* I will not disappear

* When the world ends, I'll be
here

* I will stay

* With you.

(Szorlok screams)

(mysterious music)

(Zombie Girl gasps)

Where am I?

(humorous, mischievous music)
(Zombie Girl sniffs)

What is that gods-forsaken
smell?

Fyke, are you deaf?

You answer me when I speak, you
inbreed.

Where am I?

(slap smacks)

Look, lady, the war's over.

We're headed home.

To Gibbon's Hole.

War?

(laughs)

What war are you talking about?

Never mind, just take me at
once to the palace at Kingsway.

(sniggers)

(peasants laughing)

(Zombie Girl screams)