Chapter 662 Tribute

Chapter 662 Tribute

Archer looked at the older woman and smiled, ''Of course, there's no rush, Fianna. You're married, after all, and it's a big leap.''

He saw her visibly relax when he spoke, so he changed the subject, ''Let's go see Aisha. We need to get the economy going and the gold flowing.''

Fianna smiled before grabbing his hand as the two continued walking down the road, heading for the town of Drakewood. As they walked down the snowy road, the cold air biting at their cheeks, they noticed caravans passing by.

The travelers inside looked at Archer with wide eyes as they passed, some whispering to each other and pointing in his direction. But he nodded politely to the passersby, acknowledging their curiosity with a friendly smile.

Fianna walked beside him, her presence adding a sense of warmth to the wintry scene. As the duo approached, a wooden town nestled amidst the snowy landscape. The buildings were organized neatly in rows, and they couldn't help but admire the town's charm.

Smoke rose lazily from chimneys, blending with the misty air, while laughter and chatter drifted through the streets. As Archer and Fianna walked further into Drakewood, a soldier clad in gleaming armor suddenly emerged from the crowd.New novel chapters are published on

Before the man could get closer, Archer decided to scan him to see how strong he was.

[Tharn Stormscale]

[Level: 93]

[Rank: Master]

'Oh, they're not weak at all. Mohamet must be training them good.' He thought to himself.

That's when the soldier arrived in front of them, his footsteps echoing against the snowy ground, and bowed deeply before speaking.

"Your Majesty, my Lady," the soldier addressed them respectfully, "Queen Aisha has sent me to escort you to the mansion."

Archer glanced at Fianna, a hint of surprise flickering in their eyes before he nodded in acknowledgment and replied, "Lead the way, then."

The soldier straightened up, his posture rigid with duty, and gestured for them to follow. With Fianna's hand still in his, Archer trailed behind the soldier as they navigated through the labyrinthine streets of Drakewood.

Caravans and villagers alike parted ways to make room for their procession, their whispers and curious glances trailing in their wake. As they neared the heart of the town, the buildings seemed to grow more imposing, adorned with banners bearing the kingdom's emblem.

The soldier led them through a grand archway guarded by stoic sentinels into the courtyard of a magnificent castle. That's when he saw Aisha standing there with a warm smile.

When Archer and Fianna got closer, she bowed while greeting them, ''Hello, my king. It's good to see you here.''

He looked at the woman and forgot how beautiful she was. Her blood-red hair was tied into a ponytail, and her crystal blue eyes shone with untold wisdom. She possessed a face that could launch a thousand ships.

Beautiful brown skin glows with a warmth that radiates from within, a rich canvas kissed by the sun's caress. It exudes an exquisite depth, like the earth itself, with hues ranging from the softest caramel to the deepest mahogany.

Archer noticed her smile could brighten even on the darkest days, like a ray of sunshine breaking through clouds. Every contour of her face seemed delicately sculpted by the gentlest hands, with cheekbones that rose like ethereal peaks and lips that promised untold sweetness.

The blonde woman agreed with a smile before Archer stood up and made his way to the entrance. When he stepped outside, he summoned his Shadow General Nyctros, only to cause the atmosphere to grow cold.

As the shadow being appeared, it bowed, ''My prince. How can I serve you?''

Archer looked at Nyctros and scanned him.

[Nyctros]

[Shadow Being]

[Level: 550]

[Rank: Supreme Mage]

''Slaughter all the bandits that infest my lands and bring their wealth to me.''

''Yes, My Prince. It will be done.'' Nyctros respectfully answered.

After that, Archer summoned his and took off before flying south to hunt the pirates and either bring them to heel or kill them all. Archer soared high above the towering peaks of the mountains that guarded his kingdom.

The icy wind whipped against his face as he gazed into the distance. In the vast expanse of the sea, he spotted the silhouette of the first island, a distant speck on the horizon. He urged his wings to beat faster, propelling him forward with increasing speed toward the looming island.

As he drew nearer, the outline of pirate ships became clearer, their dark sails billowing against the blue sky. As he approached the pirates, adrenaline surged as excitement took over.

Suddenly, the stillness of the air was shattered by the deafening roar of mana cannons. Bright flashes streaked across the sky as the ships opened fire.

Their projectiles hurtled toward him with deadly accuracy. With lightning reflexes, Archer twisted and turned in the air, his wings slicing through the turbulent currents as he dodged the incoming onslaught.

He could smell the mana zooming past, which made him smile as he dove under the relentless barrage, weaving between the volleys of violent mana that intended to take him out.

Archer's wings beat with powerful strokes, propelling him through the air as he soared toward the pirate ships. His eyes blazed with excitement as his muscles tensed while closing in on the first pirate ship, his breath quickening with adrenaline.

With a fierce roar, he unleashed his Dragon's Breath, a torrent of violet blazing flames erupting from his mouth like a fiery storm. It engulfed the ship in a searing inferno, licking at its wooden hull and devouring everything in its path.

The pirates onboard cried out in terror as the flames consumed the vessel, their panicked shouts drowned out by the crackling roar of the fire. With a satisfied nod, Archer turned his attention to the next ship, his eyes narrowing.

He swooped toward the pirate vessel, his wings slicing through the air like twin blades as he unleashed another torrent of flames. The second ship erupted into flames, its sails catching fire and its hull splintering under the intense heat.

Pirates scrambled to escape the inferno, leaping overboard into the icy waters below as Archer's breath reduced their ship to smoldering wreckage. He targeted each vessel one by one while unleashing his Dragon's Breath.

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