41 Birth of Our Lord: The Conquerer (2/2)

Draig controlled himself and stood waiting for the Old Elf, it wasn't long before he arrived. As he came closer his face remained solemn. He had realized that this is what would cause his death, accepting it with grace the Old Elf surrendered himself. Having put his hopes on a descendant of his the old Elf had lost his last hope, the boy had died the same way the other young Elves had been dying.

There was no more left to fight for, his people had been nearly wiped out and he was doomed to die anyway. Looking into Draig's eyes he felt as if he could see the future of the world, a cataclysm and army of thousands combating the races from the other Planes.

He closed his eyes and awaited his death obediently, but what he hadn't expected was a stinging pain to appear in his neck as a certain condition began to corrupt and transform the Old Elf.

”I saw potential” muttered Draig as he sent the Old Elf to join the elders.

Looking at the Ghouls he shook his head, he had been to hungry before and hadn't thought about the consequences of turning a husk. It had only left Ghoul as an option.

Looking over the number of corpses he decided this time he would use a bit of necromancy, his magic being formed into one skill had increased the power of his necromatic Spells to an incredible degree. The corpses rose up and acted surprisingly alive, these zombies would stay active until they died.

Gathering his people he had them loot the entire city of anything that could be used, a massive amount of enchanted weapons was a boon along with the armor. Draig smiled cruelly as he had the remaining survivors killed and then revived.

Looking over the entirety of his forces he was confident in the outcome of this war, he would be impossible to defeat if he just used corpses along the battlefield to supply his numbers and keep an an advantage.

Draig decided they would rest for the night before traveling further and trying to encounter more enemies.

Unknown to him in a far away place on the outskirts of the City a scorched hand was reaching from the earth.

”That was tricky” wheezed a familiar voice.

'You better make use of this feeling and go as far as you can' thought the figure.

His figure disappearing into the night.