Mythica: The Iron Crown

Synopsis: When a team of unlikely heroes hijacks a steam-powered battle wagon, a daring young wizard (Marek) steals the final piece of the all-powerful Darkspore and embarks on a desperate quest to deliver the cursed artifact to the gods for safe keeping; but when they are caught in a death race between a ruthless team of elite mercenaries and a trinity of demons, Marek must learn to believe in herself before her friends are killed and the Darkspore is lost, to stop the evil necromancer (Szorlok) from uniting the Darkspore and flooding the living world with his legions of undead.
93 min

we just want the Darkspore.

- Yes, we will kill you,

unless you give us what we want.

- Yeah, like the lady says.

- Hm, you've mistakenly robbed

The infamous Admiral Borlund Hess.

This is my wagon, my women, my Darkspore,

and you squandered your one

last opportunity to walk away.

- Yes, we know, you're smart, powerful,

we're going to regret it,

but this is our wagon now,

and it's time for you to leave.

- Okay.

I'm gonna give you a choice.

We can fight this to the death,

or we can stop the wagon,

and I can walk out with

my last shreds of dignity.

Either way, I'm not stepping off

my own fyking war wagon at full speed.

- I'm good with the second option.

- Thane!

- At least the weather's nice.

Good day for a walk.

- I shouldn't have touched it.

- Nonsense, you were brilliant

sweetheart, we got it.

- It's not over yet.

- Your necromancer's touch

awakened the final piece.

I must thank you.

Without your aid, I may

never have found it.

To show you my gratitude,

I'll give you another chance.

Join me, and your friends may live.

You think you can defeat me?

Even with three pieces, I

command the denizens of the pit.

I call you forth from the grave,

assassins of old, Multu-gahnuken!

You once served the Lich King Vekru Nom,

and now you serve me.

The last piece.

I can sense its power.

Power over death.

Immortality is mine at last.

Bring me the Darkspore!

- Marek, take the Darkspore

where the Gods can protect it.

- She's not taking it anywhere.

All of you together are

still no match for me.

- Marek, I believe in you.

- No!

- Gojun, no!

- Obey me.

I am Marek, a true born necromancer.

Szorlok is gone, you are mine to command.

- Marek.

You have no authority.

The Darkspore speaks, and

it does not call you master.

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