Final Battle 4
The Lich King finally made his move.
Atop his skeletal, leading the ominous parade of undead horrors. Thousands of skeletons shuffled forward, accompanied by elite undead warriors and a haunting assembly of revenants. The collective movement turned the defenders on the wall into a state of panic, as the overwhelming force converged on the central gate.
"How can we stop this!!!" Captain Farrel's voice rang out in desperation, his eyes widening as he witnessed Lieutenant Sanderson and his Charlie company being engulfed by the relentless horde.
"Fall back!! Retreat!! Retreat!!"
The retreat command echoed across the walls, a desperate plea for survival. Lieutenant Sanderson, despite his bravery, fell defending the very rear of his units, succumbing to the relentless onslaught.