Chapter 307 How Do You Know
The eight of them stepped out and saw loads of people walking past, as they walked the girls were careful not to fall over.
Nefertiti seized Hemera, Teuila clasped onto Talila, and Sera securely held Ella. When Archer saw this he chuckled to himself.
He held his hand out to Hecate who gently took it and fell in next to him, when he looked at her he was amazed.
Her braided silver hair looked beautiful and it glowed when the light hit it, her elf ears kept twitching showing she was nervous.
Archer looked down and showed her deep cleavage and got excited but stopped that before it could grow.
After shaking his head he commented. ''You look amazing Hecate. I'm glad you agreed to come.''
She smiled and got happy when he complimented her. Hecate felt like she was in a dream and not real life.
The group made their way to the entrance. When they stepped onto the main path the people who were walking passed just stopped and stared at them.
He smiled when he saw their reactions, the girls giggled behind him. Archer led the group to the entrance.
As they walked Talila spoke to the group. ''I feel uncomfortable. I hate wearing dresses.''
Archer turned around to see her fussing around causing him to laugh, he told Hecate to wait a second as he approached the warrior.
He came to a stop in front of her and leaned forward. ''You look absolutely beautiful Tali. I want to pin you down and rip that dress off.''
When she heard this, embarrassment flooded over her, leaving her momentarily unsure of how to react. However, as time passed, embarrassment gave way to simmering anger.
Talila went to speak but Archer quickly kissed her. His actions caught her off guard, he stepped back and heard people speaking not far from them.
''Is he with all those ladies?'' One older man said in a curious voice.
''Who is he and why is he here? He isn't from a noble family.'' A young lady stated.
''He is clearly a student alongside the girls.'' Another man commented.
Archer heard all of this but ignored it, his group was gaining attention but that didn't bother him.
At that moment, Teuila's voice cut through in frustration. "We're drawing way too much attention. It's getting irritating."
''I agree. They keep looking at us like we are rare beasts.'' Sera spoke as she gave a dirty look to a group of girls who were looking at them.
Talila quickly expressed in a voice full of disdain. ''Even the old men are looking at us with lust in their eyes, it's disgusting.''
The group continued to walk, as they did the other girls could walk normally so they rushed to take Archer's other arm.
Hecate was on his right as the others fought for the left and Hemera won. They approached the entrance and saw two women and a man.
As they approached the woman in the middle stepped forward with a big smile as she spoke. ''Archer Wyldheart. It's good to finally meet you. I'm headmistress Ophelia Blackfire.''
Ophelia's deep violet eyes held a spark of arcane power that resonated with Archer's instincts.
She had black and purple hair that cascaded elegantly, and her presence exuded confidence and mystique, befitting her status as a headmistress.
Her witch's robes swirled around her, hinting at the magical prowess she commanded. There was another woman with her who had brown hair and bright green eyes.
Archer smiled as he replied. ''Nice to meet you, Ophelia. Have we met before?''
He got curious as the woman reminded her of someone but couldn't figure it out. But she just smiled as she greeted the girls.
''Hello ladies, I hope you enjoy the ball tonight it will be good and I hope to see you in classes,'' Ophelia spoke as she left.
But Archer noticed a brown-haired woman with cute bear ears that moved around on her head was looking at him.
He thought he recognized her but he didn't, so he went to walk toward the entrance. As he got close he suddenly got a bad feeling.
Archer stopped walking and looked in the direction the headmistress walked off in but he didn't see her anymore.
At that moment that's when the bad feeling intensified and he turned to the girls. ''Somethings going to happen.''
All their eyes widened when they heard him but they nodded. All six girls took out some boots and swapped them for their party shoes.
They got their weapons out which caused the people around them to get worried and backed away.
That's when Archer whispered. ''Draconis.''
His draconic features appeared and spoke again. ''You girls stay here and help the college. Sera you come with me.''
Ella and the rest nodded with a wide range of emotions on their faces from excitement to worry but he knew they would be fine.
She summoned her wings and nodded. But before they could do anything a massive storm appeared overhead.
Just then, the distant toll of a bell began to chime from the west.
The sound triggered a memory in Archer, drawing a connection to a certain tale he had heard about the Doom of Frostholm.
He turned to the girls and spoke in a serious voice. ''Go warn the professors about an attack. It will happen soon.''
Just as he was about to fly off he heard a voice. ''What do you think you're doing dragon?''
Archer stopped flying and turned around to see Ophelia standing there with a smile.
He descended to the ground as he thought to himself. 'This headmistress looks so hot standing there like that.'
When his feet touched the floor he spoke. ''Creatures will be attacking from the west. Get the college guards to lock down and guard the gate and send a warning to the city.''
The headmistress looked at him with a cocked eyebrow and replied. ''How do you know all this?''
He didn't even look at her as he spoke. ''The Doom Of Frostholm. The same bells rang before the city was destroyed.
Ophelia gazed at the older man, his eyes wide with a mix of agreement and confusion.
He shook his head briefly and then nodded in rapid succession. "He's right," he affirmed. "The bells chimed before the downfall. But what's the reason for the attack in this place?"
Archer answered. ''They have no reason, the creatures attack wherever and whenever they are brutal and evil, that's all.''
When he finished the bells chimed again, he flapped his wings and soared high into the sky.
The girls started to prepare as the headmistress and other professors herded the people into the college.
As he was flying he gave General Mohamet a warning to prepare. Archer was now hovering above the college's massive grounds.
In the distance immense holes in the ground appeared as a swarm of creatures poured out of them and rushed toward the college.
Sera joined him not long after and looked at him with curiosity in her eyes which caused him to smile.
He looked at her and spoke in a serious voice. ''Seraphina. We will have a tough fight and can't let them reach the college. Do you think we can do it?''
She looked at him with a big smile. ''If we're together of course we can.''
Archer nodded and descended to the ground and opened a portal to the domain. When the large portal appeared he summoned the dragon-kin.
The first soldiers emerged. Their imposing figures, adorned in beautifully crafted armor, marched forward in disciplined formation.
The thud of their boots on the ground resonated like a heartbeat, mirroring the pulse of the impending battle.
Their fiery breath was mirrored in the determination etched across their faces, each warrior prepared to defend their home with unflinching resolve.
As they took their positions, the dragon-kin seamlessly formed an unbreakable shield wall.
Shields of all different sizes locked together, creating an imposing barrier that would stand firm against the onslaught to come.
The dying sunlight danced on the polished surfaces of their armor, reflecting a glint of hope amidst the grim circumstances.
Then emerged the tribe Archer had taken in. They moved with the grace of hunters honed by the wilds.
Their bows, masterfully crafted, were raised and ready, arrows nocked and aimed towards the encroaching horde.
When he saw them there were all sorts of creatures, Archer noticed all the familiar ones he'd fought before and dozens of new ones that spooked him.
Hundreds of dragon-kin were ready to fight with their long spears pointing at the incoming creatures.
Mohamet was shouting out orders to them as the archers behind them prepared to let their arrows loose at his orders.
All of a sudden, a massive spell appeared from behind the horde, Archer rushed forward as he whispered. ''Draco.''
He turned into his dragon form to block the attack, his massive form appeared shocking everyone and everything around him.
The spell collided with him but vanished. Archer returned the attack with one of his own as he landed in front of the soldiers.
His transformation was a blaze of pure white light, his human form melting away as he embraced his majestic white dragon form.
Archer's scales glistened akin to newly fallen snow in the waning light, exuding an aura of command and might.
His wings, vast and formidable, stretched out with a graceful sweep that defied the chaos below.
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