“Bah, we got that stupid man with stripped shirt and told him not to send our brave warriors out of the battlefield when we boot a cursed undead monster.

So we knocked them down and kicked them out. It was quite simple. That big mummies fell like trees and we ensured that once they were down they could never stand up again.

After a few minutes of good fight the leader of the undead horde ordered a rout, so we couldn't finish our task this day. Thousand times cursed undead scum, we will get you soon. You can't run forever!

Hail to the Dwarven Gods, hail to the living!”