Dave stood on the ship, looking over the battle that had ended in such an anticlimactic fashion. All of his legionnaires were standing wondering where their enemies had gone to.
Nick's intervention had forced Duradel to retreat. This disabled his magic and made the undead he controlled turn to ash.
"Gafgar!" Dave shouted. Gafgar was in the middle of the undead horde when he heard Dave's call and he shouted back, "Yes, Captain !"
"Do we have enough Undead to sail these ships back to the Dead Realm?" Dave asked.
"My crew is trained, if you lend me a few of your legionnaires and at least one Death Knight per vessel, I can assure the safety of all of these ships ."
"Alright," Dave ordered thirteen Death Knights to follow each one of Gafgar's commands along with a couple dozen Undead Captains per ship.
