A young boy, Conan, becomes a slave after his parents are killed and tribe destroyed by a savage warlord and sorcerer, Thulsa Doom. When he grows up he becomes a fearless, invincible fighter. Set free, he plots revenge against Thulsa Doom.
Crom... l have never prayed to you before. l have no tongue for it. No one, not even you, will remember if we were good men or bad. Why we fought or why we died. No. All that matters is that two stood against many. That's what's important. Valor pleases you, Crom, so grant me one request. Grant me revenge. And if you do not listen, then to hell with you.
— Why do you cry?
— He is Conan, Cimmerian. He won't cry. So l cry for him.
— What gods do you pray to?
— I pray to the Four Winds. And you?
— To Crom. But I seldom pray to him. He doesn't listen.
— What good is he then? It's just as I've always said.
— He's strong. If I die, I have to go before him and he will ask, what's the rule of steel? If I don't know it, he will cast me away. That's Crom, strong on his mountain.
— My god is greater.
— Crom laughs from his mountain at your Four Winds.
— My god is stronger. He is the everlasting sky. Crom lives underneath him.
