Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

As he released his arrow, he waited for it to move towards its direction. Others thought he was attacking them, so they all, without exception, monsters and humans, hurried to escape the expected range of his deadly arrow's attack.

"Oh, news really travels fast," he muttered with no interest in these flies around him. the arrow he sent went straight forward, directed towards its target as normal. "Sigh, it seems I need to waste time then," he shook his head, and as he was about to fly, the arrow started to pick up speed, not falling to the ground but moving parallel to it.

And anything that stood in its way was smashed directly to shreds!

"That's my boy," he smiled in joy as he watched the arrow moving away for a few moments there, to make sure he wasn't dreaming, before turning directly to the portal, vanishing from this world.

"I didn't take much time but you still managed to cover all this area with these, sigh!" The moment he came out he was faced with a large number of enemies gathering from many places; many pocket worlds.

He sighed, as his enemy was really persistent. "I hope you don't waste my time and let the arrows fall normally," he said as he threw a dozen arrows, one after another, heading directly towards different places.

"Sigh, you are really persistent," the moment his arrows reached the ground, or were almost reaching it, the pocket worlds moved and engulfed them all, making them detonate inside the pocket worlds.

"Alright, time to shower you with many arrows, let's see how you can handle a hundred," he then released a hundred arrows in a few minutes, and watched them all being engulfed by pocket worlds.

This made the corners of his eyes twitched, "just how many pocket worlds are you planning to sacrifice? Let's put this to test then."

He started firing arrows non-stop, while not even glancing at the fate of the released arrows. He kept firing until he started to hear the familiar rumble, and that meant his arrows started to hit their mark.

"Three hundred and twenty nine, that's quite a figure!" he muttered as he counted the arrows he released, to be surprised by the huge number of pocket worlds stationed here just to defend against his attack.

The next dozen arrows hit their mark, making sure everything was obliterated under death and ruins, revealing the places of the pocket worlds in this region. "Many were added newly to here, does that mean they obtain a reserve of ready to use pocket worlds?"

That was the only explanation for them to have all these pocket worlds, using them like throwing them away. "I want that reserve," he evilly smiled as he set his gaze on whoever held these pocket worlds. however this wasn't the time to look for him, as he moved directly towards the next portal, entered it.

This kept happening for the next portals until there was only one portal left, the last one! Despite not obtaining the pillars under his possession yet, he had removed his enemies holding over them as well. This took him five hours to conclude, making him having almost a couple of hours left for him to start using the boost in speed.

But this time he stopped abruptly in his tracks, as someone just moved out from the portal leading to the last pillar; a single man, an old man, a person he met before and made him quite cautious regarding him.

"It seems we two are fated to meet each other on the doorsteps of a war each time, Mr. Arthur."

Olor spoke, in his usual confident tone, not slow or rushed, with this faint smile over his face like he was meeting an old friend.

"Can you step aside please."

"The same old greeting between the two of us, interesting. Tell me, Mr. Arthur, aren't you having enough with all the pillars you had so far? Why push us so far to take even the last one from our hands?"

"It's just the last pillar, Mr. Olor, so why not give it to me for free as a token of our old friendship?"

"Mentioning friendship, I really liked the gift you sent to my home last time, and I intend to repay your kindness later properly and with much generosity."

Arthur smiled, showing no signs of distress or nervousness at all, as he said:

"I will be waiting for your visit and greatly anticipating it. I will be sure that my city will be well decorated and much prepared for warmly welcoming you and all your guests and friends."

"Interesting," Olor said before pointing towards the other portals in the distance as he added, "you can have those as a sign of my good will."

"Gifting someone things that belonged to him isn't a nice manner, Mr. Olor."

"Things he stole from others, not initially his."

"Stolen, taken by force, name it as you like; the truth these things don't belong to you or to anyone in this world. say that I'm taking them back to return them later to their rightful owners."

"Lies! They have no rightful owners, they are all dead! You just want them for yourself!"

"What if, what can you do to stop me?" Arthur had enough of chatting nonsense with a sworn enemy like Olor as he added, "if I were you, I would have selected my own side very well. Working underneath me might seem hard to believe, but I promise if you served me well, you will be redeemed from all your filthy mistakes and dirty crimes and be clean and pure like newly born babies."

"What a joke! A dragonair, one who was known as the dark terror even amongst the dark side is trying to seduce me to join his little betrayal to his own clan! Do you really think the great dragonairs up there haven't got a tip of what you are doing? Do you believe they won't touch you? Such a pathetic kid!"

Arthur's heart felt a strange clutch at these threatening words, but at the same time he felt really lucky to hear these words from the mouth of his enemy, mistaken him to know all these facts already.

"Interesting refusal to my offer of peace and prosperity by threatening me. so, we have nothing here to say more! Step aside or you will fall here!" Arthur said, trying to act collected after hearing such a heavy threat.

Those dragonairs of the old weren't killed, or simply vanished. It seemed they all went towards a certain place. 'Were they the ones who sent Zilia to me? is that venerable master one of them? will he attack me the next moment I try to advance?' many questions echoed in his mind, and that made him realize he had another option he never thought of.

The bronzed giant master he was speaking with!