"Quick, friends from Silver Weslan, we'll cover you!"
At the other end of the ravine was a slope, and those people were waving at them from the slope and shouting loudly.
The knights of Silver Weslan protected the spellcasters in the team as they quickly crossed the bridge; the people above immediately sprang into action, yelling as they used ropes to pull down another spire. The spire collapsed with a crack from the slope, breaking the bridge over the ravine and sending it plummeting into the abyss.
Many undead fell with it, shattering to pieces, while the rest were blocked on the other side of the ravine. Some ghosts could still fly over the ravine, but they were no longer a threat. Before the crossbow shooters and rangers of Silver Weslan could even turn around, a barrage of magic arrows flew from the slope, shooting down these ghosts into the cliff.
