The battle was over. By the next day, Corin's Crossing was still in the hands of Lordaeron's living inhabitants...
The Dreadlord had been burned half to death and fled in a panic. Then Hermione, furious, had unleashed the last five Shatterfires stored in her spellbook, blasting the areas where the Undead were most densely packed and starting an even greater blaze. Without anyone to organize or control them, the Undead quickly scattered, and the important little town of Corin's Crossing had, at long last, been barely held.
According to the rough count made by the Lordaeron soldiers as they cleared the battlefield, they had burned at least five thousand Undead "corpses"! Of course, perhaps they couldn't really be called corpses—at most, they were the Undead's "bodies." After all, every Undead capable of moving was, in truth, already a corpse. Those foul-smelling things could hardly be called living creatures. They could only keep moving.
So,
if they included the Undead reduced to ash by that Granger Witch's terrifying giant fireballs, then they had killed nearly ten thousand Undead in all during the defense of Corin's Crossing. Most of them had been fragile Skeletons and slow-moving Zombies, but for the Lordaeron soldiers of Corin's Crossing, it was still a great and heartening victory!
Even so, after the Undead Knight saw that he couldn't gain the upper hand and led some of his elite Undead in a retreat, disappearing from sight, scattered Undead still roamed near Corin's Crossing. Every so often, they would wander up to the town and launch pointless attacks... So, apart from the town itself, protected by the simple earth-and-wood fortifications built by the Lordaeron soldiers, the surrounding area was still far from safe.
In return for destroying nearly half of the attacking Undead and driving off that terrifying, arrogant