The duke’s fingers hadtily turned the pages. An unkind flame burned in his eyes, and his eyes darted around in search of the desired verse. "Where did he go? Damn!" Before the duke lay several dead soldiers. Their shields were cut, spears broken, and signs of decay appeared on the mutilated bodies. Awful picture. "Finally! SKILL - NAGIR - ITIR - SIEMEN - SAKS!" - he threw the book and again cast a spell. Clubs of green mist enveloped the body. The withered joints exploded, and the bones broke. The zombie rebels grabbed the broken weapon and stared blankly at their lord. "Good morning, guys! Did you sleep well? Then let's go! Lord Nefaros is waiting for us ... "