Huang Lu spies an opening and dashes past the halberdier and Von Bragallot.
After running far enough, he turns around and yells:
Huang Lu: "Every man for himself! This battle is lost!"
Upon hearing those words, the final Uruk-hai disengages from combat and makes his way towards the edge of the field.
Same for these two Bull Knights.
Seeing he's been forgotten about, the last Easterling decides to save his own skin.
Not swayed by the hero's shout, the last few Undead fight to the death.
They put up a good fight, but defeat is inevitable.
Minutes Later:
Elite Knight: "It took the King's life for there to finally be peace."
Thomas: "Indeed. But his sacrifice was not in vain. Now the Undead's strength has been shattered, and they are leaderless."
Sir Marcus: "Yes, and it's up to us to keep it that way."
Muradin: "Are ye alright there, lassie?"
Lillian: "Yes, I think I'll be fine, but my head's still spinning."
'Grunts'
Thror: "Ugh, my head."
Sir Marcus: "Alright, let's get you up."
Sir Darius: "No! Stop! My legs are broken, I can't walk!"
Lillian: "So much death..."
Muradin: "Aye, that's the price of war, lass."
Lillian: "Where's Sir John? I haven't seen him."
Muradin: "He's dead. I saw him struck down with me own two eyes."
The Survivors:
Good guys.
Bad guys.
Some extra shots of the carnage:
Cedric: "Ugh..."
