Fourteenth book of the cycle "The Power of Magic." No luck... They smelled me, but interestingly, they don't attack me. In front of me, the figure of Ulas glows, behind me is Teal with a sword in his hands. Next to the ghost, my defender, in all his glory, appeared. So there's a lot to see. But the undead are young, their brains have not recovered, they should not care which of the living to attack. The undead have no sense of self-preservation... with the exception of the highest undead, who, undoubtedly, lich himself is. Let's start? The spider rushed to the nearest target. Zombie, clearly a former prisoner. A probing small and probably from the noble. The traveler that nailed to the caravan, hoping to get protection from the robbers. No luck...