A Journey That Changed The World.-Chapter 1416: Will Be Able To Hide Me

Archer chuckled at the scene as Anastasia stood up, speaking. ''I'm going to take a bath, my mouth is all sticky.''

''Not my fault your addicted to sucking me,'' he retorted causing the older woman to stiffen up at his words.

She turned around with lust-filled eyes as she dropped between his legs while answering in a submissive tone. ''Yes, I do, and got hooked on the taste.''

Seconds later, Anastasia started sucking him once again causing the sound of slurping to echo out as she moaned. ''Mmmmmmhh~~.''

Following that, she continued servicing him before he exploded down her throat, making her eyes roll back in pleasure. Once the empress was finished, she stood up with a knowing smile while wiping his lips.

''As much as I love seeing you squirm, there's some work that needs to be seen to if I am to become your spy husband,'' she revealed while walking toward the bathroom allowing him to see her soft round ass.

She spun around, her boobs bounced enticingly, catching his gaze as she purred with a wicked grin. ''Wait until tonight, handsome, I want you to claim every inch of me.''

Archer shivered at that confession, but the older woman vanished into the bathroom just as Tiamat's voice sounded in his mind. 'It's time to return the favor to someone who rescued you when you were younger.'

He was caught off guard and smiled when hearing the Dragon Goddesses' seriousness. He replied. 'Of course. Where do I have to go, Tia?'

'The Nightshade Capital, home to the Darkwood Prison,' she revealed. 'Free the person trapped at the bottom.'

Archer's eyebrow rose, but he nodded. 'I'll do it gorgeous.'

Following that, he made his way to the bathroom and spoke to Anastasia. ''Ana, I'm going to free someone from the High Elves. Goddess Tiamat asks me to do it.''

''Okay darling!'' she replied as the sound of splashing water sounded out. ''Be careful and make sure to send me messages.''

Archer couldn't help but smile when hearing the care in the older woman's voice, prompting him to open a Gate to the border. He stepped through only to see dark clouds and a blanket of rain covering the land.

'At least this weather will be able to hide me,' he mused.

Without wasting time, Archer used Mana Manipulation to turn himself invisible as he sensed a magic barrier and sensors all over the border. This didn't bother him while flying toward the nearby fortress.

The wind whipped his hair into a wild frenzy as he soared toward the towering walls, halting just above them. Below, High Elf soldiers patrolled the walkways, their keen eyes scanning the mist-shrouded mountains he'd crossed.

'Let's send a wave of Dark Termites against them,' he mused with glowing violet eyes.

Moments later, he descended toward the ground before opening three portals, and Jasmine stepped through with a smile. ''What a good night to fight, Master,'' she purred.

Archer grinned. ''Use your warriors to cause chaos across this land and get yourself some extra food for the colony,'' he offered.

The older woman couldn't help but get excited as her green eyes gleamed as she summoned so many Dark Termites that the land was covered in monsters. Jasmine turned toward him with a bright smile.

''Come on, master!'' She grabbed his hand and jumped on the back of a guardian that appeared just as the main force slammed into the High Elf walls.

He watched the giant insects encircle the border fortress. Cannons tore through the termites, but it didn't stop them as more appeared, as Jasmine had billions of them to use thanks to the Domain.

She turned to him and announced. ''These will cause the Alliance so much trouble. Their exoskeletons are thicker than the previous generations.''

''Good,'' he responded. ''Now take more to grow stronger.''

Archer sent more mana to Jasmine, causing her body to stiffen before it seeped into the nearby Dark Termites. After this, the chaos increased as the monsters started destroying the fortress.

For ten minutes, he stood transfixed, his eyes tracing the workers as they hauled massive stone chunks into the heart of their colony. His expression was one of quiet awe, marveling at their resilience.

Then, the grey-haired beauty beside him turned, her smile radiant, like a sunrise breaking through a stormy sky. It stole his breath, which surprised him as they all had been doing it to him later.

''Thank you, Archer,'' she said softly, her voice carrying a sincerity that wrapped around him like a gentle embrace. ''For asking me to help. It means more than you know.''

''You're welcome, Jas,'' he answered while hugging the older woman, who stiffened at his touch but relaxed.

Sometime later, the fortress was brought down by the Dark Termites, and he sent them back to the Domain for safety after taking all the dead. Once they were gone, he started flying toward the capital.

While doing that, Archer noticed reinforcements heading for the now-gone fortress and would only be greeted by a blood-covered land thanks to the battle that had just happened, shocking the entire continent.

***

(Darkwood Prison)

Ayrenn Nightshade had been locked up for so much time that her magic dimmed, causing her body to fail her. She had grown severely ill but never regretted helping the White Dragon, believing he would come for her.

She was curled up on her hard bed as the malnutrition took its toll on her body. Once winter hit, the prison got cold, forcing her to tremble due to the cold air that seeped to the bottom of her hell.

''Damn prison guard won't even step inside anymore,'' she muttered, her words laced with defiance and exhaustion.

A faint scrape echoed as a chipped wooden bowl, filled with a watery, greyish mush, slid through the narrow slot in the iron door. Beside it, a lump of mouldy bread tumbled in, its green patches glowing faintly in the torchlight.

''There you go, witch!'' the guard's voice boomed from the other side, dripping with contempt. ''Food fit for a dragon-loving traitor!''

His cruel laughter faded down the corridor, leaving only the drip of water and the skitter of rats in its wake. She stared at the meager food, her stomach twisting with hunger, but her pride unyielding.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Ayrenn reached out, her fingers brushing the rough edge of the bowl. Dragging it toward her, she settled it in her lap, the cold seeping through her tattered clothes.

She picked up the bread, its crust crumbling under her touch, and inspected it with a wry grimace. ''Fit for a queen,'' she whispered sarcastically to herself, a spark of her old fire flickering in her eyes.

Nibbling cautiously at the least mouldy corner, she chewed with grim determination, each bite a silent vow to endure. The mush, tasteless and gritty, was followed, spooned up with her fingers since no utensil was provided.

Just then, the ground started to shake, which caught her attention. 'A nearby battle? The Draconians haven't invaded Verdantia yet,' she thought.

Moments later, explosions shook the prison, causing the alarms to ring out. Ayrenn sat up with the last of her strength as screaming, shouting, and pleading could be heard as the crashing got close.

A blinding light pierced the gloom of her cell, forcing Ayrenn to shield her eyes as it flared beneath the door. With a deafening screech, the iron slab was torn from its hinges, crashing to the stone floor.

In the doorway stood the young man she had been waiting for. His face was etched with worry. ''Ayrenn? Is that you?'' he called, his voice trembling with hope and fear.

The sound of her name on his lips unraveled her, pulling her back to that fateful day when her world shattered. She could still feel the cold bite as her father, his face a mask of grim duty, dragged her through the jeering crowds to the depths of Darkwood.

Ayrenn shook her head as memory stung, but seeing him now, her light in the dark, ignited a flicker of strength she thought she'd lost. ''It's good to see you well, Archer,'' she muttered with a tired smile.

Moments later, she felt something wash over her as she fell asleep while being embraced by the boy she rescued years ago.

***

Archer flew toward the Nightshade Capital, and thanks to the Tressyms, he knew where the prison was. He headed straight for it while destroying any High Elf forces he spotted along the way.

Thanks to Mana Manipulation, he carpet bombed the armies and dropped overcharged orbs that exploded onto castles. This caused complete chaos in the empire as he got close to the place, this mysterious person was being held.

The night hid him high above the building, but he decided to destroy the military camps surrounding the Darkwood Prison. While hovering above, Tiamat sent him several scenes of a beautiful High Elf woman healing him along his journey.

''So that's how I woke up,'' he muttered.