430: 149.
Stinking foreign vampires!
Have you co to beg in our Transylvania?
_3 430: 149.
Stinking foreign vampires!
Have you co to beg in our Transylvania?
_3 He was still okay compared to others.
Maxim nearby had lost his stalwart nature, his face pale as he covered his mouth and rushed behind a tree.
Lady Adel also had a look of distressed beauty, clutching her chest wretchedly, and needed to rest for dozens of minutes before she could recover her combat power.
“We have five and a half hours until the sun sets.
We will set out at dusk.”
Murphy waved his hand to the eight vampires behind him and said:
“You are free to rest now.
All the vampires near Bataxin have gathered here, and from this distance, I can sense that at least 70 of our brethren are in deep slumber.
There are also a few unfamiliar scents not of Blood Vulture clan.”
He tossed the remaining vampiric killer sword oil from the last battle to Lady Adel and Maxim, loaded arrows soaked in Daylight Potion into the crossbow of the miser, and finally tapped on the demon sword at his waist.
Count Cardman tugged at his crimson cloak and said in a low voice:
“Hm, tonight, the demon blade will feast on delectable blood and regain its power.
As the first battle of the New Blood Vulture, I ask you all to put up a decent fight.”
—
As twilight drew into the early evening, a convoy of two carriages approached Bataxin City from the direction of the great plains of Kavkhoka.
The convoy was driven by several ard Blood Servants, and additional protection ca in the form of a 20-man cavalry of Blood Servants.
This kind of formation clearly indicated the travels of a vampire.
In the second carriage was a delicate black coffin made of cold wood, emitting a faint fragrance.
However, its host did not choose to rest during dusk.
On the contrary, he sat in a black velvet-adorned armchair in the carriage, reading a golden poetry book, allowing the cool rays of the sinking sun to stream through the window curtains and cast a soft glow on the dim interior.
It was the “His Highness” who had had a liaison with the Thorn Clan vampire Vista the previous evening.
He looked tall and thin, with his golden hair combed in a mature manner.
His serious face still had a lingering childishness.
He must not be very old.
Although he could not be compared to Sir Morphy in terms of handsoness, his symtrical features and inherent “majestic” aura endowed him with a distinctive appeal, making him quite the charming young man.
The light Thorn Swordsman armor that he wore distinguished him from the other Thorn Clan vampires.
Not only was it adorned with the Thorn Clan’s emblem, but it also bore the shield-shaped wolf’s head emblem of White Mountain.
This indicated another identity of his outside of being a vampire.
He is the Count Bai of White Mountain, the leader of the White Mountain Faction.
“Boom”
A loud noise erged from the front, and the carriages nearing the small town stopped.
The well-trained cavalry imdiately ford a protective formation around the convoy.
The “His Highness,” whose poetic reverie had been interrupted, furrowed his eyebrows and made a sound:
“What happened in the front?”
“It’s an explosion, Your Highness.
There’s been an explosion in Bataxin City, and this clearly isn’t the first one.
There’s thick smoke in many parts of the city.
There’s a battle going on!
Furthermore, we have lost communication with Vista.
Your aide might be in danger.”
The Vampire Scout in the carriage in front of him promptly responded.
This was a significant inconvenience for the Prince who despised tardiness and unexpected events.
He placed his hand on his silver-gray noble sword, and visible frost emitted from his fingers.
He said:
“What are you waiting for?
Shouldn’t we assist our clan mbers who are in danger?
Vista has served for sixteen years, and he does not deserve to end this way.”
“But, Your Highness, your safety…
”
“The battlefield is right in front of .
Do you want to turn tail and run on this land where my ancestors once fought?”
“No, Your Highness!”
Several seconds later, the two carriages and the escort cavalry sped toward Bataxin City.
At the sa ti, in a residence within the city, which served as the liaison point for the Thorn Clan, Maxim was dragging the Thorn Clan’s Vista — whose eyes had been pecked out by the blood-drinking spirit vultures and his leg bitten off by the giant wolf of the star realm — in front of Murphy like a dead dog.
Count Cardman was seated in the only intact chair in the room, resting both hands on the demon sword.
He wore a vampire ball mask that covered his eyes at the bridge of his nose, dark red eyes focused on the Thorn Clan vampire in front of him who was in agony, but gritting his teeth to suppress any weak groans.
After a few seconds of observation, he said:
“Well, speak up, uninvited guest…
What does the Thorn Clan aim to do by stepping into the Blood Vulture Clan’s territory?”
“You are mad!”
The miserable Vampire Vista suppressed his pain and croaked out:
“You only have a few people.
There are over seventy vampires in this city.
You’re all dood!”
“There are only 53 left now.”
Morphy calmly corrected:
“My warriors are much faster than you can imagine at hunting traitors under the blessing of the fierce sun.
I have to admit with pride and anticipation that they are qualified vampire hunters!
And before the power bestowed by the mother of the night descends, they are bound to have even more astonishing gains.
But I guess these matters no longer concern you.
I will calmly ask you one last ti, foreigner!
What does your crude northern clan want to do in our lands?”
“Release him!”
In the midst of this icy rebuke, a figure broke through the door and interrupted the just started interrogation.
Morphy aid his gaze forward, noticing the unique emblem on the figure’s body.
He recognized the figure’s identity via the emblem he had studied.
He then stood up, one hand holding a sword and the other patting his shoulder graciously.
He then bowed to the figure and said:
“Ah, unwelco distinguished visitor, I salute you, one blood race Earl to another.
But it is unsightly for you to carry a sword into my territory.
I will give you three seconds to discard it.
Uh, it seems you don’t plan to end this conflict courteously.
Great!
Then let see the abilities of the Thorn Clan.”
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