Drate looked towards the wall in admiration, she walked up to it and hit it with everything she's got, only for it to be reflected off the wall like it was nothing. "Whoa, so this is the Dragon King's Wall, it really is impenetrable just as explained by the elders."
Lachlan walked up to it and threw a punch of his own, when he made contact a resounding bang echoed through the surroundings. Drate covered her ears due to how loud it was, especially due to her heightened senses that one bang made a shiver go up her spine.
Looking at the wall her expression changed to shock; although it wasn't large or anything, where Lachlan had punched the wall there was a very small crack. Its size was comparable to a human's finger, almost unnoticeable if one wasn't looking.
Lachlan sighed as he placed his hands on his hips. "Huh, suppose it is a lot stronger than I expected." Lachlan had completely expected him to be able to beat the wall over, but with the little damage he did in comparison to the wall, he would have to punch the wall continuously for a week to get through.
Drate's mouth was agape as she stared at Lachlan in shock. "What do you mean stronger than you expected? Were you thinking you would be able to punch through it in one hit? Actually, don't answer those questions, with the amount of strength you just displayed I wouldn't be surprised if you did think you would be able to do that."
"Oh well, suppose I can go through it with another method," Lachlan shrugged his shoulders along with a sighed. Taking out a high-grade gravity stone he held it in the palms of his hand, Drate looked at the stone with her eyebrows lowered.
"What do you expect to accomplish with that? It's just a normal stone, I can't detect anything magical about it." Drate was confused as to why Lachlan brought out a random stone. Sure it was beautiful, but the guards wouldn't take it as a bride to let them in.
"Ay, just keep quiet and watch," Lachlan brushed off Drate's comments like they were air. He then commanded the stone internally. '200 times Earth's gravity in front of me, go 15 metres forward before changing to 200 times Earth's gravity behind me until you come to a halt; once halted, change to 0 times Earth's gravity. Do all this with a range of your surface.'
With the commands set the stone disappeared from Lachlan's hands; Drate was only able to see an afterimage of the stone, her eyes weren't able to track the stone's trajectory. But when she heard a resounding smash to her side she realised where it had gone.
Looking towards the wall her mouth almost dropped to the floor, a hole the size of a palm was in the wall; cracks began to spread from there, slowly but surely encompassing the entire wall. Lachlan walked up to it nonchalantly and punched forward lightly. The wall crumbled to the ground, the wall that was said to be impenetrable to every force just crumbled in front of her.
Lachlan walked through casually, grabbing his stone and returning it to his pocket. Drate rushed through, still shocked to her core by what she just saw. She pointed towards Lachlan, her hand was shaking. "What the hell was that! I detected no magic on the stone, it couldn't have done anything to nullify the wall's defences!"
"Well it's a rather unique stone that requires no magic," Lachlan explained before walking towards the castle. "Unfortunately, I can't tell you any more than that, it is one of my trump cards after all, can't have the whole world knowing about it."
"Well sorry to say but I'm not the whole world; not to mention I won't tell anyone, not even my elders or king, so can you please tell me how it works?" Drate was desperate to know how the stone worked, it has a power that rendered an impenetrable wall like paper, she wanted to know how.
"Nope, maybe if you join me back to my home, but even then, you'll need to gain mine as well as my group's trust. Only then can you get a stone; before that, however, we won't spill a single fact about the stone," Lachlan explained with a stern expression. "Also, if you decided to join me, I will warn you beforehand, there is no coming back, especially once you find out about the stone."
Lachlan decided that he might actually let the demoness join, only on the conditions that he just explained. He doesn't want her joining their group if she won't stay; if she were to find out about everything and return to her elders and explain everything. That'll cause a whole lot of trouble that he doesn't want to deal with as of now.
"Hm, then I can't join you, I have to return to my clan as I'm soon to be getting married," Drate explained with a sigh. "Oh well, hopefully, we can meet sometime later in life; who knows, maybe you'll come to the demon continent and enjoy it there."
"What, married?" Lachlan was slightly shaken momentarily. "You're already getting married? I suppose I should congratulate you and your partner, wish you the best of luck in life and hopefully you give birth to a happy and strong child."
Lachlan didn't know how to respond; so he combined a few things together and hoped it worked out without him deeply offending Drate. After all, he doesn't have a clue as to how the traditions of demons work. Do they wish others success in life? Do they even wish newlyweds luck in giving birth to a healthy child?
Drate burst into laughter. "What was that? Usually, you would only say those things after I get married, not before. After all, my husband has to successfully pass a few trials created by my family before he can take my hand in marriage."
"What, does your husband have to beat your family in a fight or something?" Lachlan asked sarcastically. Although he was somewhat curious about the demon's customs, especially regarding the trials. Since they're something created by the girl's family, they could be all sorts of extreme challenges.
"No, my husband has to fight against my grandfather, an elder of the demon race. As well as last one week on the 7th Hell island, located offshore of demon continent, possessing powerful and terrifying demonic beasts. Then finally, there's also fighting against any other demon that's passed the challenges and wishes to take my hand in marriage," Drate smiled widely as she explained in detail.
"So you don't get to pick your husband?" Lachlan asked as he tilted his head, staring at Drate with one eye.
"Nope, the husband candidates are chosen by the family head, my father. Then, they go through those trials and the last one standing gets to take my hand in marriage. This way, the child birthed from myself and my partner is guaranteed to be teeming with power," Drate answered. "Oh right, you're a half breed with human in your DNA. I remember hearing stories that sometimes humans get to choose who they be with, I find that so odd, don't you want to birth powerful children?"
"That's not our primary goal, humans just seek to be with someone who they're compatible with, physically and emotionally. To be with someone who'll support them when they're most vulnerable, that's what most humans want," Lachlan explained. He felt most comfortable with Phoebe, she was always there when he felt down, especially when he found out what his other half wants to do. "Anyway, enough of that let's get going."
Lachlan started jogging up to the castle, its large structure was likely 10 – 15 stories high. The thick wall was made of polished marble, the lining was created out of solid gold, the stone path had small gems encrusted into it. Looking around Lachlan must admit that the dragon king was one wealthy king.
They finally made their way to the castle. Drate tugged on Lachlan's armour, gesturing to him to follow her. "That main castle doesn't lead to the treasury unless you have the dragon king's blood. We have to get to it another way, located at the back of the castle."
Lachlan nodded. As they ran their path Lachlan couldn't help but ask a question. "You seem fairly familiar with the dragon king's castle. How many times has your race attempted to raid? Surely it couldn't have been that many times, right? The new dragon king has only been in power for a few years."
"Ha, although the new dragon king has only been in power for a few years; during those few years, the demon race has attempted to raid the castle several dozen times. Whenever we failed, the demons would flee the scene with the knowledge that they have an impart it to the elders. Slowly but surely allowing us to get further into the castle. As of now, the furthest a demon has been was the back entrance to the treasury," Drate answered swiftly as they quickened their pace to dodge a few guards.
"Hm, so how did your race get past the impenetrable wall?" Lachlan asked.
"Well, we did have a treasury that allowed us to breach the magic arrays on the wall. However, it was lost in the last attempt when some arrogant and idiotic demon noble tried to show off," Drate answered with a tinge of hatred in her voice. "Because of him, our method of entrance had to change but we couldn't figure out a way to get past the wall without the artefact. So, we have begun to create a new one."
"And you have that on you?" Lachlan was curious as to what such an artefact would look like. The only thing that was coming to his head was a drill, granted, to pass magic arrays it would need to be a magic drill. Which is something Lachlan would very much like to see.
"No, I decided to come and test out the waters. Also, the dragon king might get suspicious if the demon race doesn't send anyone to try and claim their treasure, even if they are stopped at the front gate," Drate explained. "Anyway, we're here now."
Lachlan didn't realise it, but they managed to make their way around the castle already. In front of them was a large hill, and although it blends in naturally with the surroundings, it looks quite out of place when right next to a grand castle.
Drate walked up to it and pulled out a piece of paper, one that paper were large red letters in a language Lachlan couldn't understand. But when she placed it down, she took a few steps back and muttered words beneath her breath.
The paper burnt up in the air, an illusion array that was used to conceal the entrance was destroyed. It began to crumble, revealing the real entrance which was a large, reinforced iron door situated on the ground.
Lachlan started walking up to it but was stopped by Drate. "Don't worry, I can handle this one. My elders were quite pleased when they finally managed to create this artefact, they celebrated for weeks without rest due to it."
Drate pulled out a strange device, it looked like a normal slab of stone. However, once she placed it on the iron door and muttered a few words, legs/spikes shot out, piercing the iron door without any trouble. Then, a blazing hot beam shot down from the square as it began to move. It looked like a laser beam, similar to what one would see in movies.
Slowly, it made a large rectangle in the door, causing that rectangular cut out to fall. A loud thump was heard after a couple of seconds and Drate walked over to pick up the device. "Now then, let's make our way into the treasury."
Lachlan was thoroughly impressed with the device. He didn't think a world so lacking in technological advancement would be able to create something like a laser cutter. Seems he underestimated this world and its magic.
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Taking a step into the entrance Lachlan felt a presence from behind him, he felt plentiful killing intent land on him as the number of eyes began to increase. Turning back Lachlan lifted up his arm, grabbing hold of a leg mid-air, the attacker looked to be a middle-aged elf.
Realising he was greatly outmatched in his own strength the elf retreated, Lachlan let go and relaxed a bit. From that one attack Lachlan was confident he didn't need to use much strength to deal with the attackers; but who knows how the future will play out, maybe they'll have a device similar to Drate which could cut him in half.
The elf was a pale white, his hair was blonde, its condition was long and luscious. He looked rather feeble, not the type to be a fighter but more of a talker instead. His clothes were dark green with some silver lining, his fingers were covered in rings.
The elf lifted his hand and pointed to Lachlan, he began shouting in a foreign tongue that Lachlan wasn't able to understand. Turning back to Drate he motioned for her to come over, he then pointed towards her neck before leaving his open palm in the air.
Drate sighed before taking off her necklace, handing it over she took a few steps back to watch the scene unfold. Unlike the elves which knew nothing of Lachlan's strength, she saw it firsthand that he possessed the power to put a crack in the dragon king's wall. If that wasn't the definition of strong, she doesn't know what is.
Lachlan took hold of the necklace before placing it around his neck. Turning back to the elf he gave a thumbs up. "Alright, I should be able to understand you now. So then, can you repeat yourself?"
The elf's hand shook as he shouted. "Soldier's appear!" His voice carried the will of his intent; granted, Lachlan knew what the will was because he could feel the elf continue to stare at him with a plethora of killing intent. However, he didn't know why the elf was so pissed off at him.
A couple dozen more elves appeared, they were all wearing heavy silver armour, covering their faces. In their hands were 2-metre-long spears, the blade itself at the end was 30cm long. It gave off a sheen as it showed off its engravings of gold.
"You filthy half-breed, your elven parent should have killed you the moment you were born in respect for their bloodline," The elven leader said with disdain in his voice. His gaze looked down on Lachlan like he was nothing more than a bug. "Fortunately, because your elven parent left you to live, you may die by my glorious hands instead."
Lachlan sighed as he scratched his head. So far along his journey in Aaron's world, he hadn't come across anyone he would deem as abnormal; rather, if everyone had the body of a human, he would genuinely believe them to be human, they were no different. However, this elf in front of him just spewed racism, his arrogant could probably be squeezed out of his pores it was just that thick.
"Oh no, whatever will I do, it's not like I just blocked your kick casually with only a fraction of my strength," Lachlan said quietly as he shook his hands in the air. "I beg for your forgiveness for being a half-breed, I would gladly fall by your spear."
Lachlan was completely bullshitting everything he said, it was almost made blatant with his tone of voice. Yet the elven man had a proud expression plastered across his face, his arms crossed as he snorted. "Good; however, I cannot taint my spear with the blood of a half-breed, you shall kill yourself with that broadsword of yours before handing it over."
Lachlan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he thought he just heard one of the stupidest sentences he's heard in his entire life. 'Did this elf just ask me to kill myself with the broadsword, then personally hand it over to him while I'm dead. How stupid can this guy be?'
Lachlan felt as though he lost a few brain cells listening to the elf. He sighed, shrugged his shoulders and stared at the elf. "Eh, fuck it, no point in continuing this facade, I'm probably at risk of losing my brain cells if I continue listening to you."
"Huh, what are you talking abo-" The elf was interrupted when his expression turned to shock. Lachlan's body suddenly disappeared from its original spot, the stone that was beneath his feet cracked heavily. The broadsword in his hands was raised in the air, already swinging down, splitting the wind as it went.
Lachlan cut through the elven man life it was nothing, his body sliced in half from his torso collapsed on the ground. The elves around him gasped, but their legs were shaking from fear, they knew they could do nothing to beat Lachlan.
Lachlan, on the other hand, looked towards the elf's corpse and stood over it, looking down on it as he placed his broadsword by its upper body. "Oh no, look what happened, it seems my hand slipped, and I accidentally killed you instead. Whatever will I do?"
Lachlan had slowly grown more and more accustomed to killing; granted, he still felt slightly awkward when killing another human. But for those of other races, especially when they portrayed a strong sense of arrogance and pride; Lachlan didn't care too much with shutting them up forever.
Turning to the other elves in the surroundings he gave them a chilling smile. "So, do you want me to kill myself and offer you my broadsword, or are you going to leave the two of us alone. I know you don't want to avenge that elf, or more specifically, you can't avenge him."
The elves clenched their fists tightly, although their faces were covered Lachlan knew they were currently gritting their teeth angrily. Finally, they all made their move, they burst from their positions without hesitation once they've set their mind up for the deed. Their spears were thrust forward with great strength, creating a whistling sound as it pierced the wind.
Lachlan sighed. He had hoped his overwhelming display of strength would be a great deterrent against them. Unfortunately, he had been mistaken, it wasn't that they didn't care for their lives, it's more so that their lives would be forfeited should they return to the elven kingdom without their leader who was a high-ranking noble.
Grabbing firmly on his broadsword hilt he lifted it off the ground; twisting his body his sword roared through the air. The elves become momentarily hesitant, as the broadsword which split one of them in half was heading straight towards them.
Shouting loudly, they all thrust forward at the same time. Since Lachlan was in the middle of an attack, he surely couldn't be able to either dodge nor deflect all their attacks. Unfortunately, that's where they were gravely mistaken.
The wind suddenly changed, turning into a powerful gale that changed the trajectory of their spears. Their eyes widened in surprise when they felt a sudden piercing pain come from their sides; the other elves were just as surprised when they realised, they managed to hit something.
But when they finally managed to open their eyes due to the wind dying done, they realised they had all hit each other. Almost half of the soldiers were killed due to it while Lachlan stood their motionlessly, faking a yawn even before crossing his arms. His broadsword stuck in the ground, still in its original position as though it hadn't even moved.
The elves that were still breathing were shaking from anger as guilt engulfed their bodies. They couldn't believe it, that they themselves managed to screw up and kill each other due to a bit of wind. Granted, they had absolutely no idea that Lachlan was behind the wind.
Their eyes shook and sunken as they pulled their spears out of their comrades, watching their bodies slump to the ground before laying motionless. They looked towards Lachlan, their eyes looked like pits as though they had given up. Now, it didn't even matter if they returned after killing Lachlan, their kingdom has methods to find out who killed the soldiers and once they were found out, they would be publicly executed.
Being cornered and placed in such a situation they made the obvious call. Their legs began to move at lightning paces as they retreated; they weren't heading into the direction of their elven kingdom though, they were heading towards the horizon in hopes of finding a place they could hide.
Lachlan exhaled a deep breath before sheathing his broadsword. He was glad the final cut of elves made the right decision. He turned to Drate who had watched the whole thing unfold, even Lachlan's method at the end she saw clearly.
"What the hell was that? How were you able to control the wind like that?" Drate asked loudly. "How many trump cards do you possess? Do you control more elements? Can you teach me how to control more elements?"
Lachlan chuckled. "The point of a trump card is for it to remain hidden, not for me to go blabbering on about it in detail for you to know. And who knows, maybe I could teach you how to control more elements if you join me, you could even bring along your husband for all I care."
Also, Lachlan wasn't entirely joking about teaching Drate how to control elements. It wasn't as though there weren't other ways to control elements other than taming a beast that can. There are still the elemental stones, there's bound to be more of them in their world. All possessing a great deal of power.
"No can do, I have to stay in the demon continent with my family until I give birth to a successor." Drate shook her head. "Anyway, can you tell me why you possess such weird methods and tools. I don't remember my elders telling me about any race that can command such things, especially that stone that broke through the dragon's wall."
"Unfortunately I cannot." Lachlan shook his head firmly. He wouldn't be able to tell Drate anything about him unless she decided to join him. There was just too great of risk in letting such information slip, he would be putting the lives of those in the farms at risk. As well as those in the orphanage.
Drate's head dropped down disappointingly as she pouted. Lachlan sighed before going to remove the necklace, but just as he grabbed onto it, he heard a shout along with a wave of killing intent. His mind almost exploded from what he heard.
"How dare you half-breed miscreant harm a noble elf! You shall repay his life with your own, grovel a thousand times before stabbing yourself through the head with your broadsword! Only then, will be you have successfully paid for your crimes!"
Lachlan felt as though the number of brain cells were slowly decreasing by the second. Turning around he saw another elf, slightly tanner skin and long brunette hair. His physique was slightly bulkier, but still rather flimsy and weak, his body covered in a thin black robe. Behind him stood a few dozen elven soldiers, carrying long swords in their hands while being fully equipped in light iron armour.
Lachlan sighed before disappearing from his spot. Reappearing by the new elf his broadsword was unsheathed as it swung out long and furiously. Roaring through the wind as it sliced through soldier after soldier, swiftly making its way to the unprepared noble.
All of them were killed in mere seconds, Lachlan swiftly sprinted back to Drate and grabbed hold of her arm, dragging her down the stairs. "We have to hurry, I'm at risk of losing all my brain cells if they continue to pop up!"
A few moments after Lachlan and Drate hightailed it out of there another group of elves appeared. The one at the front looked no different to an orc, his body was 2 metres tall and packed with muscles. He had a bald head, sharp black eyes and was outfitted in a dark green cloak.
"Stop half-breed! You have to pay for your sins at the hands of the high elven noble!" The orc-like elf shouted while pointing to where Lachlan was.
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