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.

Once the silver-borne had all descended, Willow took note of the origin of the green mist and upon pinpointing the source of it he cried out.

"THYLYRN TIA EISYRN!" The Prince raised his bow, nocked his arrow, took aim and let loose a shaft that sailed towards the point of origin of the green mist. Though Willow could not pinpoint the exact location of Barakas, he was more than willing to take an educated guess on where he might be.

Translation: "FOLLOW MY ARROW!"

The entire company of Elven Archers immediately followed suit. With an almost machine-like precision, they let loose with a hail of arrows that not only blotted out the sky but also began to fall upon the area where Barakas had been hiding.

A rain of arrows so thick it looked a massive surface to air missile homing in on its target within the greenish fog cloud that obscured the exact location of the necromancer. Barakas saw it coming, and threw up a shield of bones to soak most of the arrows but his displacer beast mount couldn't phase fast enough and was summarily nailed to the ground even to the point of it trying to come back as undead only to have Prince Willow's arrow snuff out its life with a bulls-eye in the eye socket.

A wave of magical energy enveloped the entire city of Northaven, Winterfell to the north and to the city of Westfall. All three cities were now protected by the awakened palantir. Cheers rose up from the walls and the tinker gnomes and dwarves could now focus on driving the horde back from the city.

The bronze man dodged out of the way as a spear shot past him and followed through bashing in the head of the unfortunate orc warrior. The ancient power of the wards hummed to life and he felt it now. The shield maiden and the kurori came through finally as he was filled with new hope.

Elsewhere on the battle field, Captains Mandur and Andaerean renewed their attacks and trampled any remaining orcs leaving only the elites, the warlord and the necromancer.

"DRIVE THEM FROM THE VALLEY!!" Came a unified cry from both cavalries.

"ORI'GATO L'KATRILL KRE'J!!!" Irzen cried out before he cut loose with an ululating battle cry.

Translation: "LET THE SLAUGHTHER BEGIN!!!

Then the Swordsman urged his mount onward as they charged into the ranks of the elite forces.

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From beneath the ground, a huge red dragon clawed her way back up to the surface and took out half of the Andaerean's company by surprise. Roaring a challenge finally to the gold dragon flying above her, she took to the air, "NOW WE SHALL SEE WHO DOMINATES THE OTHER! NOW YOU WILL DIE!"

Perthonexio remained high above the horde especially with warlord and the necromancer in close proximity of each other. He cut loose a series of small fire balls at the red dragon. One hit but Rougeroaxas brushed them aside while the others slammed into the elite orcs surrounding Gruumasht.

***FSOOOOSHHH!! BA-BA-BOOOOOOM!***

Grumbling and cursing both Gruumasht and Barakas shook off the sudden appearance of their so-called-traitorous ally. "Stupid dragon! Now you show up?"

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Prince Ash held up his sword again invoking his goddess for aid and healed his and Birch's men, "Hold your ground! The bulk of the horde has been disbanded and destroyed by all the aid of our allies! United we STAND, TOGETHER AS ONE! FOR NORTHAVEN!"

"FOR NORTHAVEN!" The warriors and battle masters raised their weapons crying out.

"FOR NORTHAVEN!" Prince Birch continued his attack as he waded into the ranks of the enemy like a mad elf completely immersed in the madness of war.

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"SASAER SI IALAER! CAEDYR OLIA!" Prince Willow yelled out to his Archers, "AILAEDAELAEL THOSI! THOSI EIR SHOR!"

Translation: "TARGET THE UNDEAD! HEADSHOTS ONLY!" Prince Willow yelled out to his Archers, "INDEPENDENT FIRE! FIRE AT WILL!"

Prince Willow and his Archers proceeded to mow down the undead wherever they stood or rose to their feet. The Elven Archers of Northaven laid down a witheringly pinpointed attack designed to defeat the undead and spare the living.

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Eilionwy roared snapping around towards the warlord, "WHAT DID YOU SAY, PIG?!?"

Gruumasht held an Orb of Dragonkind in his hand up before the red dragon, "YOU WILL OBEY ME, WYRM! WIPE THEM OUT, ALL OF THEM!"

Mandur signaled to the rangers and wardens again launching a volley of spears and arrows into the behir's left flank and mortally wounding it now. The monster thrashed violently onto its side trying to get up leaving it completely exposed to the drow swordsman charging in its direction.

"RRRAAUUGGHH!!!" Irzen cut loose with a guttural battle cry as he charged directly at the fallen behir and plunged his sword deep into the creature's skull.

The behir roared and thrashed violently sweeping aside any of Gruumasht's elite orcs that didn't keep their distance and were sent flying in all directions. A multitude of legs and serpentine body shuddered, jerked, and flailed in one final death throw as the swordsman drilled his sword through the skull, the brain, and down out of the lower jaw. Its rider however, came up out of the wreck of his mount wielding two jagged battle axes, one had a sickly green-grey hue to it, and the other absorbed the blood of a fallen dwarf, sucking it dry of the life force empowering the warlord to the next level.

Gruumasht cracked his neck side to side slashing and cutting any dwarf, elf, or mount in half the sheer force and brutality that made him what he is. With a cleave, he undercut through the skull of the dead behir in Irzen's direction, "Always the one cutting down on my monstrous mounts, scum! The behir was one of my favored pets I was gonna feed you to it! Harharhar!"

Captain Andaerean rode through the thickest part of the enemy straight for the necromancer, the lances smashed through the bone shield fairly quickly to find the half orc was not among his fellows. "Spread out and watch your flanks!"

Mandur charged in to assist the drow swordsman sliding in from behind, and slamming his war hammer into the Achilles heel of the warlord.

Gruumasht staggered sideways but still kept his footing in the blood soaked earth.

******

The bronze man steadily made his way past Princes Ash and Birth towards the true enemy now engaged with Mandur and Irzen. He paused for a moment looking back to them, "Prince Ash, Prince Birth, what will you do now that tide of battle has swung in your favor? Will remain to defend, or take the initiative and make your way to the warlord on the far side of the field of battle?"

"What say you, brother? Should we go and help our allies and end this blight upon our land once and for all?" Ash took a deep breath.

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The red dragon snarled and roared in frustration but with the warlord in control of that orb, she was forced to obey. Instead of flying up to meet the challenge of the gold dragon, Eilionwy unleashed a torrent of scorching fire towards the cavalry, ***FFSOOOOOSSSHHH!!!***

The heavy horses from Dinnendale were able to dodge out of the way but some weren't so lucky as the ashen remains lay imprinted upon the ground where they once stood. Screams from horse and rider echoed on the battle field as well as some of the silver dragonborn who attempted to fight back with their cold breath and failed.

Perthonexio cut the red dragon's breath attack short deflecting the blast skyward where it couldn't do any more harm. The gold had dive bombed the red from above and wrenched the red's head backwards and up in his claws, "You're hiding in a little elf girl with a power complex, why am I not surprised!"