The Scorpion King 3: Battle for Redemption Page #2

Go back to Mama.

Hey!

What are you doing?

My mama sends her regards!

They are fools.

One-legged

sheep moves faster than you.

Forget them.

You would know!

Kiss me,

precious.

That was the easiest

robbery we have done in years.

That's about all I can

take from you, Akkadian!

Mmm.

That's good.

Now, that's how

you stoke a fire.

Let's sober you guys up.

Nobody touches my stuff!

Crime doesn't pay!

Olaf,

make mine medium rare!

At least you'll be able

to see where you're going!

Not bad. Maybe you are

an Akkadian after all.

That was fun.

Almost broke a sweat.

Now where is my baby?

There you are.

This is a nice camp.

It's good of them

to get it ready for us.

It was a good day.

Mmm.

That it was.

Where are you from?

I haven't seen your kind

in the desert before.

I'm a Teuton from Germania.

Land of mountains, snow

and ice.

Are you crying?

No.

Dirt in my eye.

How'd you end up here?

Ha! I came to fight in the

great desert wars for gold.

I was to take my

spoils back home,

but I have not earned the

fortune I had hoped for.

Well, when we help

this pitiful king,

you shall have them.

And I can return to my Olga.

Olga, and our 17 daughters.

Seventeen daughters?

Yes.

But I still await a son.

It doesn't sound like

it's for lack of trying.

What about you?

What's your history in this place?

I have no history.

I just want to know

where you're from, brother.

We're not brothers.

You understand?

Who pissed in your wineskin?

Time for rest.

We have many days travel ahead of us.

Oh, Olaf, your breath

smells like rotten yak carcass.

Great gods!

What do they feed you cats over here?

Olaf. Olaf!

Olga?

Bye, Olaf.

Die well.

I've heard tales of such beasts.

They look hungry.

Don't run.

I'm running!

Sire, news from

King Ramusan's palace.

Talus has declared

war on Ramusan.

Fetch me the rest

of my generals.

We march tonight.

Fetch them!

Yes, Sire.

By the gods, Talus,

I will spill your

blood myself for this.

The jungle has been

known to swallow men whole.

I've heard tales of half-monkey

men drinking human blood.

Excuse me if I don't

consider a north country barbarian

an expert at jungle warfare.

With any luck, we'll make

Ramusan's palace by Sundown.

Sire, we captured one of

Cobra's rebels for interrogation.

Ramusan's army is on the move,

but the king remains at

the palace with the Book.

And still no sign of Cobra.

What have we?

Officer?

Or do I give too much

credit to these heathens

to assume some proper

chain of command?

Where is Cobra?

Is he planning an ambush?

He's not shown his face in days.

Where is he?

Perhaps I should speak

just a little bit louder.

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