A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 324 Attacking Misthaven

The air grew heavy with the promise of impending doom. That's when a loud roar could be heard from above.

Large comets pierced the night as a cascade of fiery rocks streaked down from the heavens.

They were like falling stars, blazing with celestial fire. The first meteor struck the highest tower of the castle, sending chunks of stone and debris flying in all directions.

The impact shook the very ground, But that was just the beginning. Each meteor smashed into the castle with loud explosions that could be heard from miles around.

The fortress shook as it crumbled, walls turned to rubble, and towers became ashes. Archer watched with a sense of grim satisfaction as the Misthavenian castle was reduced to ruins.

His vengeance had been exacted, and his enemies vanquished. The night sky, once darkened by storm clouds, now revealed a canopy of stars as the storm dissipated.

He looked at his handwork before he started flying west and saw Misthaven soldiers marching toward the Avalonian border.

Furious, he flew right above them as he took a deep breath, then let out a stream of violet flames, burning the soldiers below.

All he heard was screams of burning humans as he soared past until he came to a fort which he instantly attacked.

Archer descended to the fort courtyard and let the soldiers surround him with a grin on his face.

An older man appeared looking flustered as he looked at Archer. The man spoke. ''What is the meaning of this? Who are you, boy?''

He just stared at the man but soon answered. ''Your High Mage kidnapped my fiance and I'm here to get her back. It's as simple as that.''

Archer looked around and saw even more soldiers appear, he looked back to the commander and continued. ''Well, now you've brought doom upon yourselves. So let's have fun.''

The Misthaven soldiers, initially smirking at the lone figure in their midst, watched with growing unease as Archer cast Cosmic Sword.

A giant dragon slayer sword appeared in his hand as he finished casting his spell. Its sheer size was imposing.

Archer gripped the hilt with both hands, his muscles tensing as he prepared for the onslaught about to unfold.

A surge of power coursed through him, his body and the sword becoming a storm of destruction.

He swung the Cosmic Sword in a wide arc, unleashing his strength upon the encircling soldiers.

The earth trembled as the enormous sword sliced through the soldiers, smashing their armor and splintering their shields. Bodies were thrown like leaves in a storm.

Archer's strikes were powerful and unrelenting. The soldiers couldn't defend against his devastating blows.

Those who dared to challenge him faced an unstoppable force. His movements were graceful yet lethal, every strike aimed to cause maximum destruction.

The clash of steel filled the courtyard with chaos as sparks flew. His eyes blazed with anger as he continued his relentless assault.

He carved a path of death through the soldiers, his every movement an undefeatable force.

The Cosmic Sword left trails of stardust in its wake. As the last remnants of the Misthaven soldiers fell before him, Archer stood triumphant amidst the carnage.

Archer's scales bore the marks of battle where some soldiers got lucky hits on him but he shook them off and looked at the commander.

The older man's eyes locked onto the blood-spattered youth before him, a solemn recognition in his gaze.

Looking at the grim courtyard, he witnessed the grim aftermath of the one-sided battle, with wounded and dying soldiers spread about, their groans filling the air.

With a grim determination, the man understood that the youth before him showed no signs of stopping until they were all dead.

He steeled himself for a final confrontation, ready to make a stand and buy precious moments for any survivors to make their escape to warn the kingdom.

The commander had years of combat experience and thought he stood a chance at the demonic boy.

Archer, his violet eyes focused as he gripped the Dragonslayer tightly in his hands.

The colossal blade crackled with turbulent mana, its radiant glow casting eerie shadows across the blood-stained ground.

Without a word, the Misthaven commander lunged forward, his sword slashing through the air with deadly precision.

Archer quickly evaded the attack with an agile sidestep. The old man's blade whistled through the space where he'd been standing a second ago.

He retaliated swiftly, his own sword arcing toward the older man's side. The commander who was battle-hardened managed to parry the blow with a resounding clash of steel.

Sparks flew as the two combatants locked blades, each pushing against the other with relentless force.

Their faces were inches apart, locked in a fierce battle of wills. Archer's violet eyes bore into the commander's unyielding gaze.

Sweat trickled down the man's forehead as they strained against each other. With a sudden surge of strength, Archer broke the deadlock, pushing the commander back.

Archer pressed forward, launching a flurry of frenzied strikes, forcing the older man to desperately evade the sweeping arcs of the colossal sword.

The commander, though aged, showcased formidable expertise, deftly deflecting and sidestepping Archer's relentless assaults with the grace of a seasoned warrior.

Their swords engaged in a deadly dance, every clash and parry a mesmerizing spectacle.

The courtyard stood witness to their fierce confrontation, the air tense with anticipation as the duel unfolded.

Archer's movements were agile and unpredictable, weaving around the commander's strikes like a phantom.

His strikes were wild, aimed at breaking the man's defenses. The commander began to show signs of fatigue as the intense duel continued.

In a final, decisive move, Archer feinted to the left before swiftly shifting to the right. The commander, momentarily deceived, left an opening, and he seized the opportunity.

Archer swung the massive sword and managed to break the man's blade, after doing that he sent a punch to the older man's face.

When his fist connected, the commander was sent flying backward and crashed through the doors of the fort.

Archer dismissed his sword and summoned his stone loot goblins. He ordered them to retrieve the hearts and any treasure they could find.

After dealing with them he strode into the grand hall of the Misthaven Fort, his footsteps echoing through the dimly lit chamber.

The sight that greeted him was one of chaos and disarray. Tables were overturned, tapestries torn, and the remnants of a hurriedly abandoned feast lay scattered about.

As he entered, a group of soldiers rushed out from various corners of the hall, their weapons drawn and faces filled with dread.

They formed a defensive line, ready to confront the intruder. Ignoring the tension in the air, Archer's eyes fell upon a roaring fire in the hearth.

A large piece of meat roasted on a spit. Its savory aroma wafted through the hall, tantalizing his senses and causing his stomach to rumble.

Without hesitation, he made his way over to the fire and grabbed a generous portion of the meat.

The frightened soldiers watched in astonishment as he took a bite, savoring the flavors with a praising nod.

With a mouthful of food, Archer turned his attention back to the bewildered soldiers, his violet eyes locking onto theirs. He chewed slowly, seemingly unfazed by the confrontation.

"Now, gentlemen," he said, his tone casual between bites, "before we continue the party, can anyone tell me where the cook went? This meat is quite delicious, and I'd like to compliment the chef."

The soldiers exchanged confused glances, unsure of how to respond to the mysterious figure who had just strolled into their hall and casually started eating their food.

One brave man aimed a crossbow and fired but Archer was ready as he cast Crown of Stars that quickly took out the bolts.

He then cast Solar Flare Barrage and burning violet orbs appeared around him. Archer ordered them to strike the soldiers who started charging at him.

The orbs shot toward each soldier as more appeared above him and also flew toward them. When they hit the humans they tore through their bodies.

They collapsed to the floor lifeless with a look of shock on his face. The hall was left in silence. Archer could hear his loot goblins fighting with some survivors but the sounds died down.

Archer sat there and continued to eat the food as he waited for the treasures he would get.

After a little while the little Stone Men returned and dumped over twenty chests in front of him as others handed him two hundred human hearts.

He stored everything and left the hall behind after downing a goblet of ale. Once he was outside Archer flapped his wings and took off.

When he was above the fort he sent a message to the girls saying that he was okay and would be back soon.

Teuila was the one who replied. ''We are back in the domain waiting for you.''

Archer smiled when he heard the ocean princess's voice and sent one to Leira to tell her Father to invade Misthaven as soon as possible.

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