Original Vampire

Bramble Mountain foot, Pegasus Legion camp.

In the temporary command post, the atmosphere is stagnant and almost suffocating.

Viscount Alston bowed his head and knelt on the ground, embarrassed.

I finally remembered to take off the napkin on my chest, but the dress was still stained with a little sauce.

However, there is only sauce.

There is no blood.

With this look, it is hard to believe that he escaped from the battlefield. On the contrary, it is more like he just returned from a failed grabbing food.

Viscount Alston also regrets a little at this time-there should be some blood on the clothes!

It would be better to hurt yourself a little bit more.

Just as he was thinking about it, the opposite Marquis Vincent finally moved.

After suffering a series of blows, the temper of the East Marquis has become more and more unpredictable.

I thought he would be furious after hearing about the scattered ashes and dispersed smoke of the 40,000 army.

But who would have thought that Marquis Vincent just quietly listened to Viscount Alston's report, and then lightly "Oh".

It seems that what Viscount Alston brings back is not the news of the defeat, but the anecdote that he experienced a bad lunch.

It was just that the long silence that followed made all the Pegasus Legion officers feel like their backs and fidgeting.

Fortunately, Marquis Vincent stood up after all.

I saw him slowly walk up to Viscount Alston, looking down at his most powerful assistant, and there was no joy or anger in his eyes.

Then, he pulled out the saber around waist.

When Viscount Alston saw this, the soul flew away and scattered suddenly.

He knows that if he doesn't do anything, he will probably lose his life.

"Hou...Master Marquis! Please listen to me!"

"You said." Marquis Vincent's face sank as water, but his hands did not stop.

Just when the long sword was about to cut his neck, Viscount Alston hurriedly yelled: "Master Marquis! I have a way to help you capture Silver Moon City! Please give me a chance to redeem!"

Long sword finally stopped.

Marquis Vincent looked at Viscount Alston, who was sweating, lightly asked: "What can I do?"

Viscount Alston took a breath, suddenly felt that his pants seemed a little wet... …

But he hastened his mind.

Viscount Alston understands that this is his only chance. If this question is not answered well, he will definitely die here.

"Lord Marquis, although our army was defeated by Black Cavalry outside Silver Moon City, the heroic counterattack of the soldiers also caused great casualties to Black Cavalry!

Please believe me, the small Black Cavalry remnant army does not have much battle strength at this time!

As long as you give me another army, I will definitely be able to help you attack. Get off Silver Moon City!"

Marquis Vincent heard what Viscount Alston said, but did not immediately agree.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand is still resting on the opponent's shoulder.

When the Pegasus Legion officers in the camp heard Viscount Alston's words, they looked a little contemptuous.

Obviously, Viscount Alston's bloodless gown is hard to believe that they really "fighted back bravely" against Black Cavalry and caused "great casualties" to the opponent.

But Viscount Alston thought Marquis Vincent would believe it.

Because he knew that Marquis Vincent had to believe it.

Actually, the best choice for Pegasus Legion at this time is to withdraw its troops.

But this "best choice" is the worst choice for Marquis Vincent.

He will never accept such a result!

In the Shadow Canyon battle, Pegasus Legion took advantage of the time, but only won a tragic victory.

This has dealt a huge blow to the prestige of Marquis Vincent.

That's why the Marquis wanted to march northward, take down Silver Moon City, and restore his reputation with a big victory.

But now...

If the troops are withdrawn here, then how will Marquis Vincent, who had lost his army and returned, explain to the Duke of Saint Prolos?

Moreover, Viscount Alston knows that the younger brother of Marquis Vincent, Count Evan, is not a safe man.

Will he take the opportunity to hit a person when he's down?

So, Viscount Alston is sure that as long as there is a glimmer of hope, then Marquis Vincent will never withdraw!

And he will give this glimmer of hope.

"Master Marquis!" Viscount Alston looked at Marquis Vincent who was in hesitation, and shouted again, "The army in Silver Moon City doesn't have much battle strength anymore, we are just one last blow!

Please give me another chance! I will never let you down again!"

"I generally don't give people a second chance."

Marquis Vincent finally spoke.

His voice is hoarse and low, but in Viscount Alston's ears, it is like the voice of an angel!

Sure enough, Marquis Vincent took back the long sword, coldly said: "But I would rather let you die on the battlefield than dirty my hands!"

Viscount Alston Long relaxed, knowing that his little fortune is temporarily saved.

"However, I will not hand over the army to you again. This time, I will personally lead the attack on Silver Moon City! And you, Viscount Alston, you will charge as an ordinary Knight. In front of the battle!"

"Yes, Lord Marquis! As you wish!" Viscount Alston right hand beat his chest and responded loudly.

It seems that I have completely forgotten the picture of myself just running away in embarrassment.

Marquis Vincent seems to have regained the same state as before entering Silver Moon City, and his tone became agitated again:

"My Knights, my warrior Guys! Please tell me, you still have the courage to follow me to conquer that half-elf city!"

"We would like to follow in your footsteps!"

Of course the officers Don't dare to object at this time.

Because Marquis Vincent's saber has not been sheathed yet.

They don't want to let themselves become the object of the other side's power.

Looking at the officers who responded to his call, a trace of disappointment flashed on Marquis Vincent's face-he was really ready to kill him.

But I didn't think, all of them became so smart.

Marquis Vincent, who is full of killing intent and has nowhere to vent, seems to think of something, and asks in a cold tone: "Did you not capture four and a half elf prisoners on Bramble Mountain before?"

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"Yes, my lord."

"Kill all!"

Everyone felt a little bit cold in their hearts. They just wanted to dissuade them, but they saw Marquis Vincent's coldness. His eyes, but no one dared to really make a sound.

"Follow your will!"

Marquis Vincent seemed unsatisfied, and ordered again: "Cut off their heads, together with those who died in battle and burned to death. The half-elf heads are piled together under the Silver Moon City!

Tell the half-elf in the city that if they continue to fight to the end, this will be their end!"

"Master Marquis , Can’t be like this!” Finally an officer stood up to persuade him, “If you do this, you will completely anger the half-elf and push them to the north. Silver Moon City will definitely resist desperately...”

哧!

Unfortunately, before he could finish his dissuasion, he was pierced into the chest with a sword by Marquis Vincent.

bang!

The body fell to the ground.

The strong smell of blood filled the camp instantly.

Marquis Vincent's words are like magic sounds from hell: "Who else has objections?"

"No!"

"Then do it quickly !"

"Yes!"

Viscount Alston, who was kneeling on the ground, felt cold all over, but didn't dare to make a sound.

He suddenly realized that since then, between the half-elf and the east, I am afraid that he will only go farther and farther...