You will never guess where is the mask and were is the drunk daemon at this feast. Only the host of the party is patiently looking and his restless guests.

When a glorious campaign has ended, you can stay on your toes by chopping down some trees. And although his loyal Scorpolion yawns from the boredom, the local maidens have forgotten what they were doing as they gaze at his powerful body.

Some people hunt Kretches, others chase down Cerebhound, and this warrior decided to pick crazy Zarlogs as their prey! The whole Ogriy admires their bravery and strength, and during the celebration this hero will be welcomed everywhere.