"God damn it, where the hell is Ishtamar?!" Soldom yelled out in frustration as he blocked a blow from a Death Knight before punching the undead with full force, sending him flying for a couple of meters as some of its bones cracked and broke.
Silrov, the head of the adventurers guild in the city used his spear to block 2 Death Knights before clenching his fist and punching the ground, sending a shockwave forward.
"If he still isn't here, then that can only mean that the enemy has done something to him, we are on our own right now, hey Azraon, how much longer do you need?!" Silrov shouted as Azraon was standing on top of the wall and chanting something.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes as the spell he was preparing to cast was dispelled.
"What the hell are you doin-" Before Silrov and Soldom were able to curse at Azraon for stopping the spell he had been preparing for the last 3 minutes, the undead army suddenly stopped.
