Finally, an avalanche of horses clad in steel armor with the roar of hooves rushed across the land of the terrible and monstrously dangerous South, the cursed country of magicians, sorcerers, wizards and other sorcerers, the eternal enemies of the Holy Church. The knights of the Crusader army, lowering their visors, peered at the galloping to ghostly castles, where there is a lot of loot, where there is fame, wealth, titles, luxurious women...