An endless storm rages on the corrupted lands, if the Kurgan Steppe ever had a beautiful history, it is now a thing of the past. Now, all that remains for everyone to see is the land turned desolate by Chaos Corruption, the steppe is still a steppe, but it has long become a land of beacon fires, where all the tribes of Chaos belief are madly attacking each other in chaotic slaughter.
Now, in front of a Chaos Rune Stone, the Norsca people, the Mongolians, and the Kurgans are preparing for a grand battle to attract the attention of the Dark Gods, because at this moment, the Evil Moon Moslib is hanging high in the sky, and the power of Chaos is ushering in a new tide.
Now is the best time to win the notice of the True God!
The traveler listened to the tales of the Kurgan Rider and let out a sharp laugh, his body shaking all over with the laughter, which seemed to be filled with a peculiar emotion: "I know, I know where that is, it's Kadasha, a place where a Demon Prince ascends."
