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Jikal was done observing the chain of events in his city. Templars. Here! Unacceptable! His focus shifted to the Horde. There were thousands of undead soldiers waiting to strike. Until further information was given that strike would cause to many casualties. He took control of his Ghasts, the fastest of his servants. 200 strong would attack, run, attack again the Templar camp. They were to only attack supplies, weapons stock, and kill the weak. If they killed any Templar, it was mandatory to bring the body with them at retreat at once. There was no possible way that he would allow this city to fall by the likes of them.

Ever since Jikal ruled he had a law for the protection of the city. Those who have died must be sent to the tower for revival and servitude into the defence of the city. The only way out of having that happen to a loved one was a large sum of money. As a result the military are filled with countless undead who are so eager for war that they kill each other in small battles to keen their skills. The Ghasts were two miles away from the Templar camp. Now Jikal raised his hand, his amulet glowing, casted a spell upon the area. Enchanted darkness and mist would fill the camp to blind the defenders of the onslaught about to come. The strong would survive but unfortunately for them the weak would be massacred.