The war continued for another three days. The Undead on the ground were scattered, then gathered again like a surging flood, like the tide rising and falling, repeating who knew how many times.
New members had begun to appear among the Undead Creatures below the Great Wall, mixed in between those stark white frames of bone and the Inferi with their hollow, empty eyes.
Pale-faced Vampires waved sharp claws, mingling in the horde of monsters. Their thirst for blood made them lurk in the shadows, trying to use magic to hook down a few unlucky victims and satisfy their appetites.
The Death Knights riding Bone Steeds were different from their earlier gathering. They now roamed and attacked across the battlefield in small squads, using their mobility to hide in the fog, launching sudden raids from what they judged to be weak points from time to time, and relying on their great strength against ordinary warriors and their special abilities to inflict losses on the enemy.
The Dementors in the sky no longer formed separate groups as they had before, because when they gathered like that, the wizards would treat them as targets and focus fire to drive them off. Now, under the orders of higher Undead, they had instead mixed into the main force below, each seeking out weakened defensive sections on the Great Wall. Before the other side had time to replenish and cast the Patronus Charm, they would swarm in all at once, plunging a large number of people in that area into the despair they spread, using this to help the other Undead expand their results.
Although the few Harrises who arrived later all possessed means to destroy Dementors, the area of the Great Wall was simply too vast. On such a large-scale battlefield, the number of