Chapitre 1833: 1833. High Elf Dagger Style

There were many eyes on Gil as they all realized what he had just done. The soldiers weren't the only ones that had frozen when the mummified soldier had fallen to dust and was not starting to move back together. The undead had also sensed something wrong and hesitated. This was proof that wherever was controlling the felt the attack somehow. 

"Defeat the nearby undead and push harder!" Mordant shouted out. The invigorated replies of multiple soldiers proved to make all the difference. While Gil was panting from the over exertion, he had shown them that they could destroy the undead. It was a major step. 

"You managed to do it, huh?" Walker approached Gil with a mana potion in hand. He also had a small health potion. Gil hadn't noticed it, but he had gained many scratches, scrapes, and forming bruises from battling the way he did.