A Journey That Changed The World.-Chapter 1145: Fight Me And My Wife

Archer and Vivienne entered the Vorrukhm palace where they noticed even stronger soldiers who eyed them with suspicion. He shrugged as the ant queen said, "They're scared, but they won't hesitate to attack you."

"Don't worry about them, I will beat up their king and take them all into the Domain where they will grow stronger," he replied to the beautiful redhead. "They will become my loyal guards and watch over the palaces."

Vivienne's eyes widened, but a wide smile appeared. "Makes sense. I don't know what these beings are, but I can sense their strength," she replied as they entered the palace.

Following that, the Vorrukhm soldiers stopped walking as Torak opened the door while speaking, "Go through Prince Grak and friends. The royal family is waiting for you."

The group stepped inside, and the vast hall that stretched deep into the palace captivated Archer. Banners adorned the walls, their colors telling stories of the Vorrukhm's past, while artwork filled every space, each one telling a piece of their history.

'So they're intelligent. This is getting even better,' he mused with a greedy smile.

Thick monster hides lined the floor, their textures reminding Archer of mammoth pelts. He shook his head at the sight, just as a booming voice echoed through the hall. "Grak, you foolish boy! Why did you leave the Underworld?!"

Archer watched as the Vorrukhm prince visibly trembled, his fear unmistakable. Amused, he let out a low chuckle before stepping forward. With a confident smirk, he replied, "I take it you're the king?"

The giant Vorrukhm stepped out of the shadows and was double the size of Grak and was wearing armor while holding a massive stone club. He watched as the king spoke and his red eyes glowed, "Who are you, human? And why are you helping the Vorrukhm? Your kind hates us."

"I'm not a damn human, and I found Grak wandering in the jungle above," he replied to the king. "I saw his strength and decided to have you and your elk become my loyal soldiers." When the giant Vorrukhm heard this, he started laughing while holding his stomach, and the queen and soldiers joined in. This didn't bother Archer, but enraged Vivienne, who warned as her eyes blazed, "Keep mocking my master and I'll turn your entire race into food for my children."

After leveling her threat at the king, he replied while looking at him, "Who do you think you are? You come in here and claim you'll turn us into slaves for your army?"

Archer nodded in agreement before correcting him, "Well you're half right, I don't do slavery. Things do grow when restrained by chains. I want willing subjects like the Broodmaw, Chasm Widows, and Venonwings."

When the Vorrukhm King heard this, his eyes widened but shook his head while questioning, "And what benefits would this bring my people? We're surviving here just fine."'

''Surviving isn't living. I can make sure everyone grows strong," Archer answered with a confident grin. "My Domain is a place of peace, but you'll still have to fight monsters to learn how to fight."

The king stepped forward and pointed at him. "Fight me and my wife. If you beat us I will consider joining this army of yours."'

Archer agreed with an excited smile as he stepped forward Vivienne spoke, "Enjoy yourself, Master, it will be good to see you fight with these brutes."

He chuckled as another Vorrukhm stepped into view, but this one was clearly female but still looked strong. Archer nodded before kissing the ant queen on the cheek before stepping into the center of the hall.

The couple looked at him and started laughing as the woman finally spoke. "Will your woman look for revenge if we hurt you?"

Archer started laughing when hearing this but shook his head, "No she won't," he answered while readying for the upcoming fights.

In response, the Vorrukhms nodded in unison, and the soldiers moved, forming a circle around them to create a makeshift arena. The king let out an earth-shaking roar; the sound reverberating through the hall as he charged forward.

Archer's grin widened at the display of raw power. Without hesitation, he transformed into his dragon form, though this time he reduced his size, matching the arena just as the king rammed him.

He moved with lightning speed, wrapping his powerful tail around the Vorrukhm king's legs and bringing him to the ground. As the king swung an arm to strike, Archer sank his fangs into it, his jaws locking firmly.

Thanks to using his claws, he pinned the humanoid's other arm, leaving him completely immobilized. Just then, a sharp impact struck Archer's back. He growled and twisted his head, spotting the queen standing defiantly, her weapon raised.

Without hesitation, He lashed out with his tail, delivering a powerful strike that sent her hurtling backward, crashing into the far side of the arena. Vivienne and Grak watched this with wide eyes.

The prince turned to the redhead with an innocent expression. "Are you his wife, lady?" "Yes, but waiting for him to make it official," Vivienne answered the curious Vorrukhm. "I do adore Master. He treats everyone the same and doesn't care about a woman's race."' "You're a monster? I can tell," Grak responded with a random statement. "My best friend is a kind soul. Most humans don't like monsters or my kind." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Vivienne giggled softly. "Yes, he is. Master took us in when we were at our weakest, vulnerable, and lost. But thanks to him, I've grown stronger than I ever thought possible, stronger than I ever could have on my own," she explained.

The Vorrukhm Queen, reeling from the blow, had to be caught by the soldiers before she collapsed entirely. Meanwhile, Archer continued his attack on the king, his strikes landing with ferocity.

The king managed to throw him off, creating a brief opening. But Archer was quicker. His tail lashed out with a brutal strike, slamming into the Vorrukhm's face. A loud crack echoed through the arena as the king stumbled back, disoriented.

He landed gracefully on all fours, his claws sinking into the ground to steady himself. Archer let out a powerful roar; the sound echoing through the hall. In an instant, he cast Blink, vanishing from sight and reappearing above the queen, who tried to attack him from behind.

Archer dropped on her and quickly used his strength to knock the queen out with a powerful flick of his tail. He noticed the king was rushing toward him and tried to swing a punch in his direction.

When he saw this, he transformed into his human form and landed a Nova Punch on the king's chest. A loud boom rang out as the Archer's Nova Punch sent the Vorrukhm crashing across the ground, hitting the soldiers.

He approached the queen and used Aurora Healing, the soft glow enveloping her as her injuries mended. After tending to the queen, he turned his attention to the king, approaching the Vorrukhm ruler, who was still regaining his bearings.

As he knelt, looking the king in the eye, Archer's curiosity got the better of him. "What's your name?" he asked, his tone more intrigued than threatening. "Not many foes can handle that

kind of attack."

"I am Korak dragon, sorry for my earlier disrespect," the king said. "I didn't know you were

one."

Archer chuckled before waving away the apology while speaking, "Let me show you my Domain, it will do your people a lot of good."

Following that, he opened a portal and stepped through as Korak quickly entered. The Vorrukhm leader's jaw dropped as he muttered, "This place feels ancient but powerful. Is this

your mana master?"

"Yes," he answered. "Gather up your people and tell them to enter. I'll create a mountain for

you."

Korak nodded with an excited smile before stepping back through the portal and giving the people his orders. Archer followed behind and watched as they rushed around packing things in the center of the hall.

A few hours later, the Vorrukhms were ready to enter the Domain. He reopened the portal after throwing all their stuff into his Item Box. Once inside his realm, Archer started creating a mountain range with underground tunnels.

"Here we go, Korak," the king finally spoke, his voice steady despite the battle. "There are miles of tunnels, with underground lakes for drinking water."'

One by one, they dropped to their knees before Archer, their eyes filled with reverence and respect. The king, humbled, followed suit, lowering himself and beginning to take an oath of unwavering loyalty to him, pledging to serve him forever.

Following this, they started setting up their homes in the underground chamber. While doing this, Korak approached and offered, "We can become your personal guard master. The Vorrukhms used to be the best bodyguards to the old empires."

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