The Rise Of A Porter

The citadel was the last bastion for the elves. However, with Arnold there, no bastion could have kept them safe. Hundreds upon hundreds of elves appeared in front of him to try and stop him, however, no matter what they did it wasn't enough.

Right now, Lorcan had found the intruder and was busy fighting Arnold ff while they tried to evacuate the citizens from there.

"Hurry up!" One of Lorcan's lieutenants roared in rage.

How couldn't he be agitated? The man he had looked up to his whole life was on the verge of losing for the first time ever. Moreover, that loss would inevitably result in Lorcan's death. He wanted to help Lorcan, or at least die by his side, however, Lorcan's instructions were clear.

No one was to even try to help him until everyone had been evacuated from there. That was the reason everyone from Lorcan's tribe was trying to evacuate the citizens as soon as possible. But there were too many of them and where the hell would they even evacuate them?

This city was the last place they could go to and if this place wasn't safe for them, none of the other places would be safe either.

'We are all doomed...' The lieutenant thought to himself, 'We should not have angered someone like him in the first place and now, it's too late.'

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The elf in front of Arnold was bleeding from the head to the toe, yet he was still standing in front of him like the proud warrior he was. It took a moment for Arnold to realise why was this elf so adamant about not letting him move forward. The elf was trying to stall him for long enough for the others to evacuate safely.

'Looks like there are still some good ones left in the bag of rotten tomatoes.' Arnold thought to himself and for the first time ever since Nicole was killed, his mouth carved up in a little smile.

It wasn't every day that Arnold got to see such acts of chivalry, that too on a planet like this one. Thus he decided to reward the elf... After all, if he wanted to control the world, he needed trustable people there, without spending someone from his elite force.

The elf in front of him seemed to be the perfect candidate for that. Arnold could feel that the man had a genuinely caring heart. A trait that he thought to be rare in the elves. With that thought in his mind, Arnold poured down a couple of health potions on the elf.

"What the-"

The elf initially thought Arnold had poured acid over him and was about to curse him out for using such a dirty trick. However, he stopped when he realised that all of the wounds he had on his body, whether they were inflicted upon him during this fight or during the others, had started to heal. Moments later, he was back to full health.

"But why?" Lorcan seemed to have dropped his guard down a bit at this unexpected gesture of his opponent.

"Fighting with you made me realise that not every elf has a rotten heart. Moreover, my fight is not with you, if it was all of you would have already been on a trip to the afterlife. It's your goddess that I seek." Arnold said in a emotionless voice, "Go and evacuate your people. I'll stay here till then."

This was the first time Lorcan had seen an enemy commit such foolery. Who in their right mind would give his opponent a chance to recover, knowing that they will fight again? Only three types of people would do something like this.

First came the fools, then the overconfident pricks and at last, people whose strength did the talking for them. Just by exchanging a couple of blows with the human, Lorcan had realised that Arnold belonged to the last category.

It was as he said, if the human wanted them dead, nothing on Alfheim would be able to stop him. Nothing at all.

"Thank you." Lorcan bowed down to Arnold, "I will never forget this kindness. Not till the moment I die."

Arnold gave the elf a short nod and then sat down there.

Lorcan was someone who had never bowed before anyone. His tribe only allowed him to bow before just one person in their lifetime, to show utmost devotion to that person, god or natural diety. And Lorcan just used that to acknowledge Arnold.

The others from his clan saw their leader heading back to them and were surprised. None of them thought they would ever see him again. But with him coming back, it meant one thing... he had defeated the heretic god.

What other possible reason could have been for their leader to come back to them alive? They rushed to greet their leader for doing something even the gods couldn't. But they soon realised that wasn't the case.  The heretic god was still alive and seemed to be meditating?

"Haha, you fools actually thought I would ever be able to defeat someone as great as master Deathless?" Lorcan said as he patted his soldiers on their back, "That human, no, that god s the god our tribe shall serve from now on. Is that clear?"

Every single one of them was surprised by the sudden change in Lorcan's demeanour. They had never thought someone like their master would ever acknowledge someone as his master. But there was, doing the exact same thing, that too with a broad smile on his face.

The Warriors from the tribe did not know what was going on, but as long as their leader was happy, they were happy as well. However, there was someone who was not pleased with this sudden development.

All the leaders of the resistance had been stationed to evacuate different parts of the city. Aimon was stationed furthest away from where Arnold was. Thus she had deployed her spies to every corner of the city to seek and report her about everything that was going on.

"That bastard... he would win Deathless over before I do." Aimon cursed out in fury, "I have to get rid of him.... I will become the one to control Alfheim, not that bastard Lorcan!"