The bronze man zeroed in on the necromancer's position and charged in full sight of the half-orc's peripheral vision. Bringing the warhammer up and over his head, Lazheros struck with the sound of an ear shattering thunderclap against the chest of Barakas. The half-orc gasped staggering backwards. His concentration broken and the summoned monster literally fell to the ground in pieces. The necromancer struggled to maintain his footing but slipped on the slick blood soaked earth. Shouting in draconic with a religious fervor, the warhammer slammed one final time sent the half-orc into the hereafter, *wux re vanquished, marfedelom arcanissar!*

When the bone monster shattered into a million pieces, both Birch and Irzen gave an audible gasp as they collapsed upon the ground relieved to know that the battle was finally over!

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The battle for Northaven was over and the remnants of the horde fled back down the valley, what was left of them. Mandur grabbed his horn and blew it three times signalling that the battle has ended. A cry of cheers echoed throughout the valley and the surrounding area.

Ragged and worn, the Drow Swordsman stumbled to his feet, brandished his sword aloft and screamed at the top of his lungs, "NORTHAVEN VICTAAAA!!!"

Prince Birch brandished his sword high and joined in the fearsome cry of victory, "NORTHAVEN VICTAAAAA!"

As his Archers cheered from the parapets; Prince Willow breathed a sigh of relief and broke into a smile before he held his bow aloft and cried, "NORTHAVEN VICTAAAAAAA!!!"

Translation: "NORTHAVEN VICTA! NORTHAVEN VICTORIOUS!"

The bronze man breathed a sigh of relief. Battles were fascinating to him from a distance, from a tactical stand point but to see this much death bothered him.

The red dragon, Dearerax landed nearby on the battle field separating the allies of the dead from the wounded. The bodies of the horde were haphazardly thrown in a big pile to be burned later.

Mandur signaled his troops to gather the wounded by bringing in carts in groups of fours which helped a lot. While Captain Andaerean and his company followed suit in collecting their fallen. The remaining heavy horse company mopped up the bodies of the horde adding them to the pile started by the red dragon.

Crown Prince Ash hugged his brother, "You did great, Birch! I thank you for all of the inspiration you gave to my men and I."