Sooty and covered with potholes the carcass of the tank, snatching them out clouds of steam and snapping machine-gun fire, pushing last-minute logjams and crushing the bodies, slowly crept through the streets Silverholta to the main gate. The efforts of the defenders in vain: no golems kamikaze or grenades did not slow down the machine. And even the vaunted "Murder Room" has not stopped a mad invention of the dark dwarves: security turrets one by one turned into a pile of crumpled metal. Last, the most powerful shot from the turret guns - and the only remaining obstacle in the way of the besiegers fell. The fate of the city was sealed. Or not ...?