This is how the my game ended last night. I was Magnar leading my Quendar armies, against Procipinee, Relias, and Markin. The world shall not be ruled by such an undeserving race.
My pet is the reason for my strategy change. As I was developing a civilization, the war mongers from west concentrated on the machines of war. But this was the final battle.
This was an interesting fight though.
Here is the final battle against the last cowards, in their last hovel.
And the world trembled at my feet.
(I probably could have finished higher, but the three on one war left me bitter and I was determined to crush them one by one.)