The Shannara Chronicles

No Elf has ever traveled beyond the Breakline.

- Without an army, you won't survive. - Which is why I need a guide.

- Slanter. - (growling)

Proposition.

- Your help in exchange for your freedom. - You must be desperate.

Dagda Mor has returned.

The quest is more important than any one life!

You can't let your emotions get in the way!

The Ellcrys seed must be carried to a place called Safehold.

She's not gonna help us if we keep her dragged along like a prisoner.

Are you sure you don't want her hands free for some other reason?

Fire those stones up, kid!

They're not working. Time for plan "B."

I told you I had a plan.

- I deserve the crown. - No one deserves the crown.

Then I'll just have to take it.

Long live the king.

Shh.

Come on.

Where are you taking me?

It's a surprise.

I've had enough surprises for one lifetime.

Wil!

Wil?!

Damn you.

It still works.

Climb on.

See?

It's fun, right?

I do have feelings for you.

And you thought you'd show me by sleeping with Eretria?

Only because I couldn't have what I really wanted.

Amberle...

It's okay, you're awake.

What happened?

You were moaning in your sleep, Princess.

Dreaming about the Mongrel's pouty lips, no doubt.

We need to go, this place isn't safe.

Why?

What did you see?

There's a storm coming.

A big one.

We need to move.

Let's go.

Where's your brother?

Hopefully halfway to Tyrsis by now.

He's gone to petition the Federation.

He believes that building a coalition with the Humans

is key to surviving the Demon siege.

Your brother is a fool, but no matter.

We have more pressing concerns.

The Druid has been lying to us.

Is this...

The Blade of the Warlock Lord.

Forged by the Druid order to overcome dark magic.

Strong enough to defeat the Dagda Mor.

I thought this was destroyed after

- the Second War of the Races. - So did I.

But according to the Codex, it lies concealed in a vault beneath our city.

Now the Druid must have known that.

Why would he hide such a thing?

You said he could be trusted,

you said that he was the only one with the power to protect...

I know what I said and I know what I've done.

But if my fears are right, then we are vulnerable.

I should have trusted you.

I'll find this blade.

And if the Druid proves to be our enemy,

then we will face him together.

Thank you, son.

You're the only one I can trust.

We need to find Safehold.

We'll rest when we've reach the Mermiddon.

Am I the only one who thinks staying the course

is a bad idea?

- What do you mean? - That Demon at the fort?

It knew we were coming.

That's impossible.

Allanon said the Dagda Mor had a spy at Arborlon.

The Changeling. We saw it die.

- There could be another. - He's right.

We need to find another way to the Wilderun.

There is no other way.

Those mountains are impassable.

There's always Pykon.

It offers passage through the Rock Spur

and into the Wilderun beyond.

Pykon?

A fairy tale, Princess.

Pykon's no fairy tale.

My parents died in the dungeons

of that stinking Elvin fortress.

While we argue, that storm is closing in.

If you want to spend the next six days

walking around the damn mountain, be my guest!

I'm outta here.

Wait.

Take us there.

- How long will it take? - Half a day's climb, tops.

Try anything, and I'll let Crispin finish what he started.

Scouts, move out.

And keep your eyes open.

You shouldn't be here.

I just...

wanted to see him.

He cannot sense your presence.

Or your affection.

Then do something.

You let this happen!

Heal him or...

I'm trying, but his mind has gone dark.

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Get me out of here!

- Help me! - _

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Resist him, boy!

_

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Let her go!

Explain yourself.

Go now.

Leave me!

The king believes that the Druid may have been corrupted

by the very same demon leading the attacks.

If that's true, then Allanon may have sent Amberle

into a trap.

Cat, I need your help.

There is a weapon hidden in a vault below the palace.

If the Druid really is lost, it might be our only chance

to defeat the Dagda Mor.

I would do anything to avenge the Chosen,

but I don't know of any weapon.

But you know this palace.

There are miles of tunnels below.

It's got to be somewhere that no one would think to look.

I've heard whispers about a chamber beneath the dungeons.

Some of the servants say it's cursed, but it's just talk.

Show me.

Slanter, wait.

No...

No.

My people!

Slaughtered by Demons.

These monsters don't discriminate.

If we don't unite against them, more innocents will die.

I must say last rites, to release their spirits.

It is our custom.

We're almost at the Breakline.

We don't have time.

We'll make time.

What are you doing?

We've been at war with the Gnomes for 30 years.

Now we have a common enemy.

This is an opportunity.

Your earthly body yields.

Flesh transformed to clay and ash to fertilize the fields.

Born anew, conveyed on wings of light,

to go with our fallen kin beyond the skies of sight.

We should go.

Don't do this.

Get back.

Here!

It should be here!

Maybe it's the next peak over!

Maybe it doesn't exist at all!

Your stupidity is going to get us all killed!

Well, I heard zero good ideas from you, Captain!