I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Saeldir's eyes stared in horror. His lips were trembling under the influence of the scene before his eyes.

There are ten of them in total. They were all in the same dire state.

Their veins bulged against their pale skin. As if all these horrible signs weren't enough, now their mostly blonde hair was falling from their heads.

A moment later the Elf guards who had become something from a nightmare fell.

The sound of their fall was loud accompanied by the crack of bones breaking.

But the Elf guards stood again. With legs and arms, or heads that have been crushed they walk spread out in all directions.

Saeldir glanced at the Dark Elf who seemed to be grinning behind his black mask.

"(What have you done to them?!)" Saeldir shouted. His eyes were full of rage and hatred.

"HA HA HA!" The Dark Elf laughed. "(They have now become Undead, Archmage!)"

Undead. Creatures of the dark and rotten underworld.

They are cursed to never die and also can no longer come back to life.

Creatures that walk on the terrifying threshold between death and life.

Those who never die cannot be killed, they can only be destroyed.

Saeldir looked down. He recognized the Elf guards.

They were loyal warriors who dedicated their lives to keeping the palace safe.

However now, they are a dangerous threat to the palace itself.

Saeldir was sure that their bodies were covered in protective Magic. But it seemed that the black smoke was able to penetrate the protective Magic easily.

The Elf guards who had become Undead walked closer to the other Elf's residence.

They are like starving animals desperately looking for food.

Undead has several levels. The most powerful among them still have a great sense of mind and strength.

But the lowest tiers would just become hungry beasts.

The only thing in their heads is hunger, so they will eat whatever is in front of them.

Unfortunately, even the lowest-tier Undead would still have their original power. They can use it on instinct.

The Undead started using their Magic to break through the walls of the other Elf dwellings.

The Elves also prepared to counterattack with their Magic.

But they hesitate. Did they really have to attack the Elf guards they knew so well?

They basically already know each other and are probably friends.

Now that their friend had turned into that, what should they do?

"(D-Don't come any closer, Harmen!)" one of the Elves shouted while gathering Magic energy in her hand.

The other Elves let out the same reaction.

When their best friend turns into these vicious creatures, do they really have to kill them?

"(How are you going to solve this mess, Archmage?)" the Dark Elf asked in a playful tone.

"(Are you going to kill them? Or are you going to leave them alone? However, they have already turned into Undead. They can't come back anymore.)"

The Dark Elf threw words that made Saeldir's mind even more cloudy.

He stared at the Dark Elf with hatred that could not even be described by words.

But now there is a much more important problem than him.

When he looked at Aerchon, he was having an intense fight with Laston on the other side far away.

They didn't realize what was going on here.

Now, Saeldir must make a decision as quickly as possible.

He ignored the Dark Elf and dashed down.

The Dark Elf was ignored again. But this time he didn't feel angry, because he had made huge chaos for the Elves in this palace.

Instead, the Dark Elf laughed as if he was enjoying all of this from above.

Saeldir heard the sound of his laughter. Like background noise in a distant nightmare. But he ignored that for now.

Saeldir landed behind one of the Elf guards who had become Undead.

Then without taking too long, he swung his sword.

*SRAAT!*

The Undead Elf guard's head separated from his body and fell onto the white paving.

Black blood splashed onto Saeldir's shirt and face. However, the Undead Elf guard's body was still upright and his head was still twitching.

"(Destroy them! There is no other choice!)" Saeldir shouted to them.

The Elves stared at him in disbelief. Saeldir had just beheaded one of the Elf guards in cold blood before their eyes.

"ARGGHH!"

A heartbreaking scream rang out from the side.

Saeldir and all the surrounding Elves turned to the source of the sound and saw that an Elf had been attacked by the Undead Elf guard.

They wrestled on the white floor. The Undead Elf guard bit the Elf's face like a mad beast.

But he didn't stop there. He bit his neck with an enormous appetite.

The Elf who was being attacked was now silent. Most likely he is already dead.

Saeldir rushed towards them with a sword ready in his hand.

"(Destroy them! Destroy them all!)" Saeldir kept shouting. Giving them a decision about what they should do.

"(They can no longer return to how they were! Destroy them until nothing is left! Don't get bitten by them!)"

The Undead Elf guard turned around hearing Saeldir's voice.

He suddenly created a fireball in his hand and threw it toward Saeldir.

*ZWOOOOSSSHHH!*

But Saeldir swung his sword in a swift motion. Slicing the fireball in half easily.

Saeldir kept running towards the Elf guard and then threw his sword at him.

The Undead Elf guard was still able to use his Magic to block Saeldir's blade.

However, the sword was just a distraction for him.

Saeldir could cut the distance very quickly and suddenly he was in front of the Undead Elf guard.

Then he pressed his palm against the Undead's face.

"(I'm sorry,)" Saeldir whispered.

He sent silver lightning flowing from his palm all over the Undead's body. Destroyed him instantly.

Saeldir's heart was filled with sorrow because he had to destroy the Elf guard's body with his own hands.

But, he had no other choice.

Saeldir glanced around. Screams of pain rang out from all over the place.

He was late to warn them. The Undead had now spread their curse on the other Elves.

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