War. Your feudal duty, as the protector of the population of a huge border county. Endless bloodshed, in which the enemies do not end - having defeated one, you are forced to oppose the next without interruption or rest, because everyone in the world is trying to test your strength, the young count. And when you are completely dull from a monotonous multi-day race, when the sound of a trumpet does not even cause irritation, and the sight of blood, guts and meat ceases to give rise to any emotions, when apathy sets in and you just want to lie down and die - only stories about an ancient fictional fairy-tale order , immensely alien to local realities, but so close to them in spirit, they support in you the desire to hold on and fight on. Because if not you, then no one. Roma Luntik, who fell into the Count of Pueblo, having protected the rear and begun the modernization of the county, continues his campaign to protect the border from cannibal orcs. But it is not the cannibals who are his main enemy, and all his undertakings are again under threat of destruction.