Hordes born of black magic are marching on your walls. Their origin is unknown, their hunger endless. Hold the gate and stand your ground wave after wave until their dark power runs dry. Or test how long you can last in Survival mode
You are not just a soldier. You are the commander. Recruit and arm your troops, send them into formation and decide if they charge or hold the line. Or draw your blade and get your own hands bloody beside your men. Every decision is yours and every decision counts
An army is only as strong as what feeds it. Turn raw ore into iron, iron into steel and steel into swords for the men at the gate. The waves grow stronger and so must your supply
Bring up to three friends into the fight. Every hand matters against the wrath of black magic. Prevail together or fall together in full co-op. Just watch your swing because friendly fire is always on
And with your support, there is more to come!
