General! On this magnificent day, I, the Dark Lord, have arrived on Steam to fulfill my Vengeance.
I hope you have already thought of a strategy to lead my army and heroes to victory.

I expect you have read the Encyclopedia I left for you and now know every weakness of our pesky enemies. Have you already familiarized yourself with our many towers and heroes? They are there to help you achieve victory in my name.

I hope you have done so for your own sake or the consequences will be nefarious.

I expect nothing from you but excellence, and I am sure you will not fail me!

Go now, rush to Steam and let my Vengeance begin!

As you know, General, I will be soon arriving on Steam to fulfill my vengeance. I expect you will lead my troops to victory flawlessly. To make sure you are prepared, I am setting up a free Kingdom Rush Vengeance demo where you will be able to apply all of your strategies and skills to defeat those pesky Dwarves on 6 amazing levels and face a challenging boss battle.

I am entrusting you with 2 heroes and 5 towers from my arsenal, so command them wisely! We will soon conquer the lands of Linirea and show King Denas what we are made of!

Go now, visit the Steam Game festival and download Vengeance (and add it to your Steam wishlist if you haven't done so yet!).

We will soon conquer the lands of Linirea and show the coward king Denas what we are made of!

Do you know all our games in and out? Now it's time to prove it and become the Kingdom Rush Trivia Champion!

On September 24th and 25th starting at 4PM (GMT) we will be holding a trivia competition on our Discord channel and awarding amazing prizes!

We will have 4 difficulty levels: Casual, Normal, Veteran, and Impossible. Let's see how many you get right!

Follow this link and join our community discord server to learn about the Trivia prizes and much more!

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Guess what, peasants? I, the Dark Lord, am back! And I will soon take over Steam to complete my vengeance!

I have chosen you to command the mightiest heroes on my name, and they will all be under your command.

Plan your strategy and use every wicked tower in my arsenal to obliterate any fool who dares to oppose me.

We will soon conquer the lands of Linirea and show King Denas what we are made of! I have put a manuscript for you with all the data of our enemies to help you better prepare for battle. The goblins call it the encyclopedia, but I like to call it the losers' list! Use it wisely!

Add Kingdom Rush Vengeance to your Steam Wishlist now, and together we will show them who is the true final boss!

The burning hate rose from his blackened heart, threatening to consume him. It made his blood run hot with rage and boil in his veins. His savior was gone. Vez'nan had been defeated and he was alone again.

Memories from a distant past flashed through his mind. A time when he was valued as little more than a slave. A footstool for his superiors to step on. He had always known he was better than them, destined to do great things beyond the cold walls of that dark and moldy office he rotted in for years. He knew one day those fools would regret treating him as if he was a worthless maggot!

Vez'nan was the first person to recognize his potential, and he had done so rightfully. From the moment he had been told to spy on Denas, he had never once failed his master. He proved his loyalty time after time and earned his deserved place beside the Dark Lord. Now it was a matter of time before everyone would know his name: Malagar.

But everything he had worked and suffered for had been taken away in the blink of an eye. His master was gone. It was crystal clear to him now he couldn't trust or follow anyone. It was time to take matters into his own hands.

Malagar knew he did not have the ability of his former master to fiddle with dark magic, but he had picked up some tricks along the way. He had helped the dark wizard to prepare for the binding ceremony with Moloch the demon, and he remembered each step clearly. If he could get his hands on a much stronger source of power he could have his revenge and all Linirea would bow to him and him only!

Using the shadows as his allies, Malagar sneaked into the castle library to find a book he had seen in the past but never dared to touch. It was an old book that pulsed with magic.

That night he learned about a powerful entity that had almost devastated Linirea. A god-like creature that was banished and locked in a cell using a long-forgotten type of magic, one that only gods could grant. He knew he had found what he so desperately needed: his revenge was now within grasp.

He would dedicate every minute of every day to gather the artifacts he needed to release this being of limitless power.. He knew that Umbra would grace him with a reward for coming so far; it would merge with him, and all its powers would become his. His plan was flawless, and he was eager to begin… this time, the world would belong to him... or no one!

Many songs have been composed and stories told about the first dwarf that set foot on the continent. You may think some of them were exaggerated (and you would have been right), as the dwarven bards are known for adding a little extra spice to their compositions. But truth be told, the story of Farcon Ironbeard has no match.

His origin remains a mystery, but all stories agree he was the first dwarf to settle on Dwaraman. His forging abilities were legendary and it was said he added a bit of magic to his creations to make them unique. However, this was not true, at least not for all his creations but one.

His masterpiece (and most priced possession) was a silver hammer he forged with his own hands and was meant to be a tribute to the dwarven gods. He had spent unaccountable hours polishing the hard material until it was smooth and shiny, carving precious runes on it and creating its powerful hilt. He put so much love and effort into it, that the gods themselves, pleased with the results, allowed Farcon to infuse it with his soul and bestowed a blessing upon it: Everything that was forged using the hammer could only be broken by it.

This hammer became to be known as the Hammer of Ages and it was used to create most of Dwaraman structures, untouched by the hand of time until this very day.

His legendary abilities became so renowned that he was called upon by the mages of the distant city of Linirea. They begged him to come and help them trap an evil being that was devastating their lands and decimating their population. Farcon agreed to leave Dwaraman and cross the vast ocean to offer his help. Little did he know, this would be the last time he would feel his forge heat or feast his eyes on the treasure chambers of his beloved city.

There are many recounts of what happened that fateful day. Some of the witnesses talk about the bravery of the dwarf, others of his courage, but they all agree that the capture of Umbra would have not been possible weren’t for his heroism and determination. The prison was forged and the being trapped, but to be able to contain it, Farcon made the ultimate sacrifice: he used the power that was harvested on the hammer to seal it, knowing this would mean his own demise.

After this battle, Farcon undertook his last journey through the lands on Linirea until he took his last breath on the desert shores. To honor his memory a city was created surrounding his grave, where the hammer was displayed for all to remember that a true hero lied there.

And then he saw her, and the world stopped for a heartbeat. He pushed this feeling aside and scoffed at the idea of his enemy's daughter catching his attention.

His idea of rushing in guns blazing, which had seemed so efficient a few moments ago, had failed. He had intended to break in the castle and shoot down his mark: Vasile. The bloodsucker punk had been terrorizing the populace all over Linirea, and it was his duty to put an end to it. It would have been over by now if it hadn't been for her and the utter distraction she brought.

He knew Vasile had female company as he heard a velvety voice arguing with the old vampire, but he never expected to be smitten by her. If someone had even suggested such a thing could happen to an old seasoned hunter, he would have mocked them.

Vasile, knowing the odds were not on his favor, as his army of Vampiresas was not around, disappeared in a smoke cloud, leaving his daughter at the mercy of the hunter.

Dante pointed at her, masking his feelings under a blank stare and ordered her to stand still. Lucrezia silently looked at him to evaluate his adversary and the quickest way to get him out of her way, but her sight got caught in his eyes. In her countless years, she had never seen such profound eyes, like two dark pits, that mesmerized her. She blinked quickly to break the eye contact and gather herself back.

-Who are you? Why do you dare to break into my father's lair? I can't decide whether you are a fool, if you have a death wish... or both.-She said with a soft voice.

-I am here to end Vasile's reign of terror, and whoever stands on my way to his demise, will face the same fate.-Dante replied.

-I can agree he has done too much damage to these lands, but you are truly delusional if you think you can take him down with a few shots of your guns. He is an ageless immortal; it would take a lot more than that to banish him.

Dante quickly evaluated the situation; what she was saying was not lacking in truth. It was painfully obvious he needed a new strategy ( a much better thought out plan) than the one he had. Dante needed to know Vasile's weaknesses, and he was staring at the creature that could enlighten him with that valuable information. He was going to get it, even if it meant bringing her along in his journey.

He ordered her to come with him, but she had other plans. With a mischevious grin, Lucrezia jumped through one of the castle's windows and disappeared. Dante cursed and tried to follow her, but she was nowhere in sight.

Dante was both frustrated and curious about this mysterious creature, not to mention, in desperate need of her knowledge; So he spent the next months tracking her down. Much like a chess game, every time he managed to make a move and almost have her in his grasp, she managed to outsmart him and escape.

With each encounter, the respect and admiration for the other flourished. Soon both began to yearn for those moments without even noticing it.

It is a dangerous thing for a hunter to be distracted from his objective, and this was almost Dante's downfall. He was tracking her down through the woods, planing a new antic to throw her off guard when he walked into a trap. Vasile and his vampiresas had surrounded him.

Dante knew his time had come, but he was not going to go down without a fight. He fought bravely and took many vampiresas down, but he knew he could never win as he was grossly outnumbered.

Vasile grabbed him and was about to rip him into pieces when suddenly a strong force pushed Vasile away. Lucrezia had come to Dante's aid and managed to tear him away from the danger.

She held out her hand to him, and he took it, fleeing from danger and knowing, fully well, they were never going to let the other one go.

A word of caution to the reader: When you walk through the roads of Linirea, you have to keep your eyes open; you never know when you will fall into an ambush... or into love.

The sun was almost setting over Hammerhold. Alric nervously paced around the palace hall. He was waiting for Malik; there was a topic of utter importance he had to discuss with the current leader of Hammerhold.

A few months ago, an emissary from the kingdom brought some disturbing news: Vez'nan was marching over Linirea, he had managed to gather an impressive army. King Denas requested all the available armies to join the impending war.

Malik knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Hammer hold had to help put a stop to this advance, but truth to be told, their armies were scattered over the map.

Half of the forces were stationed on the south shores under Blackbeard's command; they had to be swiftly sent there since the pirates from the islands had been increasing the attacks on the seaside villages.

The desert tribes, on the other hand, had been fighting the scavengers' increasingly violent attacks and requested reinforcements be sent on their aid.

Messengers were sent to both fronts with orders to put these attacks under control and return to the city as soon as possible, Malik was not going to leave the villagers to fend for themselves, and besides, King Denas also had a powerful army that could stall or even destroy Vez'nan's army efforts. The thought of Vez'nan taking the citadel was almost absurd.

It took a few months to crush the pirates and scavengers' efforts as they seemed to be receiving reinforces from an unknown source, but once it was done, the armies marched back to Hammerhold as fast as they were able, carrying their prisoners with them.

Orders were sent, troops and supplies gathered, and a plan was forged. Hammerhold was now ready to march in defense of the kingdom when the next sun arose.

On that fateful night, a messenger arrived. One of the soldiers found him wandering the sands as the poor creature had lost his way on the ever-changing dunes of the desert. The scorching sun and water scarcity had almost collected their prize when he was rescued from certain death and brought to the city.

After some rest his weakened voice demanded to talk to the leaders of the bastion, claiming he was in possession of some critical information about the fate of Linirea.

Alric answered the call and a secret meeting was arranged. Something unthinkable had happened: Vez'nan had conquered most of Linirea, The Citadel has fallen and its king, Denas, vanished.

Malik knew something was wrong as soon as he saw Alric's distressed face. The sand warrior's words struggled to come out as if he did not want to speak them. Vez'nan had played them, the Pirates and Scavengers had been receiving gold and reinforcements from him, as a means of distraction. The ruse had paid off, and now he was sitting on the palace's throne.

Attacking the palace by themselves would have been a suicidal mission for an army, so it was impeding that the bannermen be called off and new plans created.

Malik heard the news, and his face turned pale, he stood in silence for what seemed to be an eternity. With a grim voice, he told Alric, "Tell the warriors to close the gates and reinforce the walls, Hammerhold, the kingdom's last bastion, must never fall!"

This story begins with a dragon named Faustus, and I know, dear reader, you may ask why. Bear with me, and you will soon know...

When the elves were created, the Goddess Elynie chose Faustus to protect and watch over them until the end of times, and thus she linked his soul to her most cherished treasure: the tear of Elynie.

Faustus watched over the elves while their civilization strived and bloomed. He was there to bless the little Princess Alleria when she took her first breath.
The elves, in return, respected and loved him and it was every elven wizard's dream to learn the advanced incantations techniques from him.

He remained devoted to this task until the fateful day the dreadful spider Queen corrupted the cristal`s essence and in the process, also Faustus`s soul.
Tainted by the dark forces, he gradually abandoned the draconian sorcery and turned into the dark magic arts, a powerful force that consumed his flesh, leaving only his bones behind.
Nothing remained of the former elven protector, not even his name as he was now known as Bonehart.

Some stories are branded by fate, others by sheer luck. Alric's story was forged in sand and blood.

Born in a rustic tent embraced by the desert, his first breath was filled with the warm wind of the oasis. The entire tribe greeted him as the chieftain approached the crib and recited the sons of the desert's dogma: "In peace be fair and gentle as the water of the oasis, in war be unstoppable and fierce as a sandstorm.", a creed that has been followed by countless generations of Detek-en-Dil.

The Detek were well known for their fierce, yet fair warriors; The desert was their home and ally, their law was the only one they obeyed.

Alric grew up following his clan's credo, learning the ways of the desert and finding solace in the sands' embrace; Little did he know it would be the same sands that would soon be tainted with his brothers' blood.

It was 20 years ago when the armies of the Scarlet Sultan set their sights on the desert tribes. Cruelty, tyranny, and savagery were the Sultan's means. Nothing would stop him from imposing his will over the lands.

The desert tribes rebelled against him, but they were no match for the overwhelming and vicious onslaught that was set upon them. Soon the proud Detek warriors stood alone in defiance.

The warriors knew that the only possible way to beat the impossible odds was to lure the overwhelming forces of the Scarlet Sultan so deep into the desert that they could never survive; so day after day the Detek retreated further into the desert taunting the Sultan and his men, steering them into their doom.

When they reached the desert's heart, they set an ambush and attacked the Sultan's army; The Detek knew this was going to be the last battle of their lives as they were gravely outnumbered. The combat was brutal. The scorching sand became tainted with the blood of the Sultan's army as each brave Detek took down tens of soldiers before meeting their sandy graves.

The great sacrifice of the Deteks in defense of their freedom awakened the Great Desert Spirit from his centuries-long slumber; He turned the dying Deteks into living sands that merged into a colossal sandstorm and wiped the remnants of the Sultan's army.

A blood-covered Alric was all that was left standing when sandstorm cleared out; With his heart filled with revenge and sorrow, he faced the Sultan and ended his cruel reign with one stroke of his sword.

To honor the spirits of the Deteks and Alric's bravery, the Great Desert Spirit granted Alric one gift before disappearing under the sands: to call his former brethren to aid him in battle as mighty Sand Warriors.