Chapitre 192: From the frying pan...

"Dunlords, go underground! Everyone, retreat!" Dave gave the command to retreat and turned to run back to Stinger. After he had dismounted the chaos of battle had separated them even farther, they ended up almost on opposite sides of the courtyard.

As Dave was running, the palace behind him shuddered, a tentacle of necrotic flesh ruptured the wall of the palace and swiped at the Order's undead. Whenever the limb touched one of the Order it would absorb the undead, assimilating their flesh and growing in size.

"Holy shit!" Dave cursed.

More limb burst through the palace walls, gobbling up undead and growing bigger by the second.

One of the limbs was swiping down toward Dave.

Dave froze, [Vertical Slash] was still on cooldown an [Bastion] wouldn't help. Stinger was galloping toward him but the dunlord wouldn't be in time.