A few hours later, Aleric stood near one of the cannons abandoned by the retreating army. In the distance, his army was slowly returning here from their chase, most of the undead carrying corpses of the king's soldiers with them or items abandoned during the retreat.
They didn't kill the entire enemy army. People, as it usually happened, have dispersed too widely to find them all, and Aleric didn't want to give them a chance to regroup, recover, and start killing his zombies again while they were dispersed. Especially Garron and the battle mages.
He dealt a heavy blow to the enemy already. With the corpses from this battle, it will definitely be enough to win this war.
'Even with Garron's interference. His blessings can be powerful enough to take out hundreds of undead during the battle, but I can just make more. If he will even be in shape for the next fight.'
It was still the matter of a spy that worried Aleric.
He looked at the people standing near him.
