Chapter 464 The Town Of Mistwood
Archer took a seat and waited for the Shadowspawn. Scar approached him. With a nudge from its large head, he guessed what the tiger wanted.
He discerned the tiger's desires and conjured a portal leading back to Sia, who was journeying through the Summerfield Duchy with his grandfather.
The prospect of the tiger reuniting with his beloved brought a hearty laugh from him, acknowledging his grasp of the beast's intentions.
When Scar saw this, he licked Archer goodbye before stepping through it. While this happened, the girls sent him a message asking where he was.
Assuring them that he was bandit hunting, Archer eased their concerns, and they encouraged him to enjoy his mission.
Following this, the Shadowspawn finished their task, delivering almost a thousand hearts to him.
They watched as he stored them in his Item Box before directing his focus to the treasure. One hundred chests filled with gold coins, gems, paintings, and various items.
Archer's enthusiasm peaked as he stored the treasures before dismissing the Shadowspawn.
With satisfaction, he surveyed the bandit camp, now ablaze, and resolved to obliterate it.
Inhaling deeply, he expelled a torrent of violet dragon fire that consumed the remaining structures in its brilliant embrace.
Archer summoned his wings and ascended, ready to confront the other bandits scattered across the Riverlands.
After flying for a time, he reached the next camp. Yet, this one was smaller than its predecessor, prompting Archer to descend and land gracefully on a branch.
He learned the camp's layout from the tree he was in a massive tent. Presumably, the leaders were encircled by smaller tents and patrolled by bandits.
What drew his attention was the disciplined demeanor of the guards. It dawned on him—these were not mere bandits but soldiers who had turned to a life of thievery in the wake of war.
This realization pleased Archer, as it suggested they'd gathered loads of wealth, which would be his now, and they were his enemies.
Taking flight, he hovered above the camp, casting forth Element bolts and harnessing various elemental forces.
Bolts of fire, water, earth, thunder, lightning, darkness, sun, and moon materialized around him.
He sent them soaring toward the camp with a sweep of his hand. The bolts streaked through the night, hitting their targets with crackling precision.
Archer watched the onslaught, allowing no room for escape. The soldiers were caught off guard and crumpled to the ground as the bolts zapped through them.
The aftermath unfolded into a haunting scene—a sea of lifeless bodies strewn across what was once a lively camp, now transformed into a somber landscape.
Having left the desolate bandit camp behind, he took to the skies, his wings propelling him toward the remainder of the Riverland bandits.
The expanse of the Riverlands unfolded beneath him as Archer scanned the landscape for signs of bandit activity.
His journey was far from over, and the prospect of killing all the Riverland bandits and claiming their wealth excited him.
That's when he headed to the last place the Tressym showed him in the Eastern Duchy and flew in that direction.
For an hour, he soared through the skies, purging the Riverlands of banditry and amassing considerable wealth, a source of great joy for him.
Standing atop a towering peak that offered a commanding view of the Crownlands, Archer surveyed the city sprawled below.
As he recalled, this city marked the entrance known as Starhaven. It served as a trading hub, guiding commerce into the heart of the Crownlands.
Archer gazed upon the bustling city. He observed a steady stream of merchants and their wagons traversing the roads.
Misty Fen Swamp loomed in the northern distance, eternally veiled in mist year-round.
The Tressyms found that most bandits are in the southwest, in the Whispering Pines and Shadowleaf Forest.
There are also some in the Mystic Wood to the southwest and the Whispering Veil in the middle of the Crownlands.
Surveying the vast expanse below, Archer spotted numerous villages, towns, and cities dotting the landscape, connected by stretches of breathtaking grasslands.
His attention was drawn to the southern horizon where Murkwood Swamp sprawled ominously.
The crisp wind tousled Archer's hair as he stood on the mountain's summit, taking in the panoramic scene.
A surge of excitement lit up his eyes, prompting him to leap into the air. His wings unfurled instinctively, carrying him into the unknown realms below.
Gliding through the crisp air, he embraced the exhilarating rush of the landscape unfolding beneath him.
The mountain's peak gradually receded, giving way to the vast terrain. He adjusted his flight toward the Whispering Veil as the sunset.
Archer soared through the orange sky, his wings cutting through the dense, eerie mist that clung to the twisted trees of Murkwood Swamp.
An otherworldly hush hung in the air, punctuated solely by the sporadic croak of concealed creatures and the distant whisper of flowing water.
He emerged from the shadowy swamp, and the landscape transformed beneath him. The oppressive darkness gave way to a sea of lush grasslands that stretched to the horizon.
Silvered blades of grass swayed gently in the breeze, creating a mesmerizing dance beneath the moon's ethereal glow.
Ahead, the grasslands abruptly yielded to the Dragon's Tears River. Its roiling waters glistened in the dying sunlight, reflecting the orange glow like a raging fire.
He could feel the power emanating from the massive river, its currents turbulent and untamed.
Legend had it that the river was named for the tears shed by ancient dragons, their sorrow forever etched into the water's relentless flow.
Archer marveled at its grandeur as he glided over the vast expanse of the Dragon's Tears River.
With its unyielding force, the river etched its path through the landscape—a testament to the raw power of nature that facilitated swift trade across the empire.
The journey from the foreboding swamp to the tranquil grasslands and ultimately to the river's grandeur was a passage through contrasting realms, each possessing its allure and peril.
Archer observed that the air was laden with an otherworldly stillness, punctuated only by the occasional croak of unseen creatures and the distant murmur of water.
Archer glided through the expansive sky, his wings gracefully navigating the currents as he pressed on for an hour.
The landscape transformed beneath him, evolving from rolling hills to thick forests and meandering rivers.
In the distance, a town emerged on the horizon, capturing Archer's attention. With purpose, he changed his course towards the distant settlement.
The town beckoned to him, a beacon amid the ever-changing scenery below. A delicate mist hung over the area, giving the settlement an almost ethereal quality.
Intrigued, Archer adjusted his course and wanted to explore the town. Drawing nearer, the details of the town became clearer.
He could make out quaint cottages with smoke rising from chimneys that seemed to whisper secrets to the passing breeze.
The air grew cooler as he descended, and the scent of damp earth mingled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers.
Suspended just above the treetops, Archer slowly descended to the fringes of Mistwood.
The setting sun enveloped the town in a gentle, golden glow, elongating shadows over the cobblestone streets.
Archer noticed that the townsfolk went about their evening routines, unaware of the winged visitor gracefully descending from the sky.
With a soft thud, he touched down on the outskirts of the town. He dismissed his wings, feeling the cool grass beneath his boots.
The tranquility of the town enveloped him as he strolled towards it, the soft hues of the sunset painting the world in shades of pink and orange.
Archer marveled at the blend of natural beauty and human craftsmanship that defined the town.
The sun sank beneath the horizon, allowing twilight to embrace Mistwood tenderly. The moon ascended as Archer drew near the town, gradually darkening the sky.
The streets were alive with activity as people bustled about, their silhouettes animated against the evening's canvas.
Stepping into the heart of the town, Archer noticed the quaint charm that Mistwood held under the moonlight.
Cobblestone streets glistened with a soft sheen, and the warm glow of lanterns illuminated the facades of rustic cottages.
The scent of hearth fires mixed with the aroma of fresh flowers. However, as Archer strolled further in, the hum of conversation began to ebb, replaced by hushed whispers and glances.
More and more townsfolk turned to look at him, their eyes widening with curiosity and astonishment.
It wasn't long before a palpable tension filled the air. Archer felt the weight of their collective gaze as he moved through the cobblestone streets but didn't bother with them.
The source of their fascination became evident as the moonlight revealed the four pristine white horns protruding from his head and the beautiful white tail swaying behind him.
Initially absorbed in their daily routines, the townspeople gradually ceased their activities, forming a silent corridor of onlookers.
Children paused in their play, and market vendors paused mid-transaction, all eyes fixed on the mysterious figure with otherworldly features.
As Archer ventured further into Mistwood, a tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, leading him toward delicious food.
Intrigued by the scent tickling his senses, he followed the alluring fragrance.
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