Four deadly waves of sheaf arrows blotted out the sky in unison and made their way in a downward arc towards the bugbears below.

Two thirds of Gruumasht's infantry lay dead upon the battle field and they continued to fall under the renewed strength of the elves and their allies.
The half orc warlock-necromancer screamed at the top of his lungs raising both gnarled hands slowly, "Rise up agh devour tak gith!"

Translation: "RISE UP AND DEVOUR THEM ALL!"

The dead on both sides came to unholy life despite most of them missing limbs, their bloodied corpses shambled and crawled towards the living with only one thing to kill and devour. Hideous screeches, gurgles, and sickly sounds rose up from eerie greenish-gray mist that covered the field. Those of the cavalry and infantry who were in close proximity were simple over whelmed, their cries muffled by waves of undead cascading down on them water.

Prince Ash braced himself with sword and shield still glowing with radiant power, "HEAD SHOTS! CUT OFF THE HEADS TO KILL THE DEAD AND REMAINING LIVE ONES! WILL SOMEONE TAKE OUT THAT NECROMANCER! BIRCH, HOW ABOUT SOME MORE INSPIRATION, PLEASE!"

Birch saw what he needed as he spied a horse behind their lines. Running over to it, the Elven Prince effortlessly mounted it in a single bound and raced the steed up and down their battle lines reassuring his soldiers.

"ARCHERS! SOLDIERS! CALVARYMEN OF NORTHAVEN! HEED YOUR PRINCE! HEED YOUR BROTHER!" Birch cried out in a rousing tone of voice, "THAT'S RIGHT! YOU ARE MY BROTHERS! FOR HE TO-DAY THAT SHEDS HIS BLOOD WITH ME, SHALL BE MY BROTHER; BE HE NE'ER SO VILE! AND WHILE THEY ARE MANY! WE ARE FEW! BUT WE FEW, WE HAPPY FEW, WE BAND OF BROTHERS, WE SHALL STAND AGAINST THEM AS THE CRAGS OF THE ETERNAL SHORE! AND THEY SHALL WASH AGAINST US AND BE BROKEN!"

"SO STAND YOUR GROUND!" Birch roared at the top of his lungs as he raced back to his brother's side, "FIGHT FOR HONOR! FIGHT FOR THE ELF BESIDE YOU! FIGHT FOR THOSE WHO BORE YOU! FIGHT FOR YOUR CHILDREN! FIGHT FOR YOUR FUTURE! FIGHT FOR YOUR NAME TO SURVIVE! AND FIGHT FOR ALL YOU HOLD DEAR!"

Birch dismounted before his horse came to a full stop, drew forth his swords once more and screamed, "ELVES OF NORTHAVEN!!! CHARGE!!!"

Prince Birch charged forward into the fray as he rallied his troops into a final charge to break the will and backs of the enemy they faced.

Lazheros teleported from the wall down to the front lines now where his aid would be of more help. First cast, Sunburst on the undead closest to the crown prince and his men that disintegrated the larger group, and dropped a sixty foot high Flame strike down between Mandur, Irzen, and Andaerean as a wave of fresh undead popped up only be incinerated and reduced to ash.

Barakas shrieked violently, "KILL THE CLERIC!" His displacer beast mount crumple under the blows from sappers tunneling underneath the earth. The smell of chared, smoldering sinew and flesh mixed with the blood, sweat, and tears did nothing to improve morale for the horde.

A pair of undead giants and one undead ogre came crashing through the battle field crushing ally and enemy alike to get to the Bronze Man.

"TARADER!!!" Prince Willow cried out to those manning the catapults, "SASAER SI KOL EIL SI ONDRI!!! VYRAES SI AMANDIL!!! THOSI!!!"

Translation: "CATAPULTS!!!" Prince Willow cried out to those manning the catapults, "TARGET THE GIANTS AND THE OGRE!!! PROTECT THE CLERIC!!! FIRE!!!"

The catapults cut loose with a barrage of fiery projectiles aimed at the heads and upper torso of the undead giants and ogres.

The lead tinker gnome yelled to his fellows to aim for the undead giants lumbering up through the battle field. One of the catapults hit one of them with both shots lighting it up like a bonfire and then exploded into a pile of ash. The second catapult was in the process of turning to fire when the crank jammed. Both tinker gnomes and hill dwarves worked on it for a minute and were able to reload and unleash two more runic boulders at the remaining undead giant and ogre. The first runic boulder hit its mark cutting the giant in half but it kept coming. The second just missed the ogre but rolled over a row of undead orcs and bugbears.

Mandur and his riders continued their left flank assault on the behir while the sappers tunneled below the ground with help of Galeb Dur taking out any enemy that too close.

The hill dwarf captain pulled out a horn and blew it, from the tree line to the east, a rain of spears and arrows from the Wardens and rangers cut loose. The spears tipped with barbs buried themselves into the left flank of the behir and crippled another leg. The monster shrieked in pain lashing out violently crushing anything friend or foe. A score of Gruumasht's elite troops were rolled over the battle field.

Irzen came at the remaining ogre that dodged the runic boulder from the rear and severed the undead creature's Achilles tendon in a move-by attack. Once the ogre collapsed to the grond, the Swordsman turned Billy about for another attack at the downed monster all the while aiming to lop the undead ogre's head from its shoulders.

From his vantage point the half orc just smiled as the elves continued to give him more and more corpses to play with. The green mist rolled over the fallen and they too began to rise up lumbering forward. "I wonder how long it will take these hapless fools to realize they're only giving exactly what Gruumasht's needs to conquer them! Mwhahahahaha!"

From the wall, Willow could clearly see the dead rising up from the battle field both friend and foe alike marching towards the city walls.

Lazheros uttered a prayer for Divine Intervention between heals and dropping pillars of fire where ever he could. Just then, came the sound of another group, the silver dragon born came down into the battle field mowing down any fell enemy alive or dead with claws, weapons, and cold breath attacks freezing them solid. A mix of warriors, defenders and sorcerers helped turn the tide of battle in favor for the elves.