The Original Vampire

"Master Cusius, I didn't expect you to participate in this ambush."

Count Evan sent away his brother and the army northward, and turned his head and smiled at a middle-aged man in a white mage robe:

Cusius didn't seem to want to talk more on this topic, but responded indifferently: "I just happened to be there."

Of course Evan Evan could not be fooled by such a remark, but he did not ask too much.

This ambush against the Black Cavalry obviously involves many forces, and Evan felt that he still had to go back and ask his father in person to find out the truth of the matter.

However, looking at the wounded soldiers gathered around, Evan's brows couldn't help but frowned.

At this time, he also knew exactly what tragic price his brother had paid in order to ambush the Black Cavalry.

The Pegasus Legion of 200,000 people killed 30,000 and wounded 50,000 in battle, and another 20,000 people turned out to be deserters under the frenzied counterattack of the Black Cavalry.

In other words, the Pegasus Legion had already shown signs of defeat. If the Black Cavalry had not completely drained the last drop of blood, the victory of this ambush might not have belonged to the East.

In addition, eighteen knights died in battle, including a Tier 5 knight!

Such a tragic price was exchanged for the destruction of the Black Cavalry.

Count Evan didn't know whether it was worth it.

Only then did he understand why his brother had to continue to lead the army northward.

The ambush, which took full advantage of the time and place, was a tragic victory. If the Marquis of Vincent returned to the city of Bailu like this, it would definitely be discredited.

The Duke of St. Pros will not easily let go of the son who has injured more than half of the Pegasus Legion.

Count Evan suddenly felt that this time Marquis Vincent's trip to Silvermoon City might not be smooth sailing.

With a sigh, he didn't want to worry about his brother again. He turned around and said to the messenger: "Let's set off."

"Yes."

Half-elf palace.

After the awarding ceremony, the banquet officially began.

Colin arbitrarily dealt with the flattering half-elf nobles for a while, then dismissed them, and walked along the spiral staircase to the second floor.

The cold night breeze blows into the empty palace, creating a sharp contrast between the quiet here and the liveliness downstairs.

Colin walked a few steps forward and saw the beautiful figure leaning on the balcony.

Tonight, Vera is wearing a pink rose crochet skirt, the length of the skirt is about ten centimeters above the knee, showing a pair of slender legs.

"This is the first time I saw you wearing silk stockings." Colin stood behind Vera and said in an admiring tone.

Vera turned her head and smiled sweetly at Colin: "This was given to me by Queen Aisha."

Because there is no such chemical material as nylon, the stockings in this world are generally made of silk and cotton.

The silk stockings produced in the half-elf kingdom have always been popular among aristocratic women.

"Well, it suits you well." Colin nodded in praise while tasting.

As if unable to bear Colin's scorching gaze, Vera reached out a little shyly and pulled the skirt down.

But obviously, this is a bit futile.

The young girl's youthful posture made Colin's heart beat faster.

Stepping forward, standing side by side with Vera, Colin looked at the stars in the night sky and asked with a smile: "Why did you run here alone? Is the following banquet boring?"

"It's a bit." Vera nodded, her expression a little melancholy.

Colin seemed to understand something: "Homesick?"

Upon hearing this, Vera turned to look at the man beside her.

Colin's warm eyes gradually calmed her down, and smiled: "It's a little bit."

"Don't worry. The Marquis Garcia has led the Black Cavalry to pick us up, and you will be back soon."

"Yeah." Vera nodded, very well-behaved.

But Colin's next sentence almost made the girl's heart jump out of her throat.

"After I go back, I will ask the duke to marry you."

Vera didn't speak, nor dared to see Colin, but her white face was covered with red clouds in an instant, so bright.

"I heard that the person who killed the previous King that night became a wing knight" Vera shyly changed the subject.

Colin was not only funny, but also amused.

"Really? Winged knight? It sounds amazing."

"Then do you know why the knight grows bat wings?" When Vera saw that Colin had not continued the previous topic, she was relieved, and she was also a little frustrated.

"Maybe he has also worked on Druids." Colin decisively explained the reason Evan Evan had thought out for him.

"Druid? But isn't this profession long gone?"

"Who knows. Maybe not completely cut off."

Vera nodded thoughtfully: "The winged knight must be a half-elf, after all, a druid needs an elf blood to cultivate."

"should be."

Colin suddenly felt that Queen Aisha could arrange personnel to deliberately lead this topic.

In this way, everyone would look for the winged knight among the half-elves, instead of turning their suspicion on Colin.

He can also use the identity of this winged knight to do some things that the body is not convenient to do.

At this moment, Colin suddenly heard light footsteps behind him.

Looking back, I saw Queen Aisha in full costume standing there.

"Viscount Anglia, Miss Vera, I didn't bother you two?"

"of course not."

"That's good, I came up to inform the two that the black cavalry is about to arrive in Silvermoon City."

"Really? Is Uncle Garcia coming soon?" Vera exclaimed with surprise on her face.

"Yes, the Silvermoon Guard patrolling outside the city has encountered the black cavalry outpost and sent back a signal."

"Then let's go to the gate of the city to meet him." As Colin said, he strode out.

Although it was approaching late night, the head of Silver Moon City was still illuminated like daylight by countless torches.

Colin, Vera, and Queen Aisha stood side by side at the gate of the city, and the guard of honor behind them also opened their positions.

After a while, the earth began to tremble slightly.

Amid the rumble of horseshoes, a thin black line suddenly emerged from the darkness, and it continued to spread towards Silvermoon City.

This familiar sense of oppression made Colin completely relieved.

But before long, he frowned.

Because he smelled a trace of blood.

Moreover, with the passage of time, as the Black Cavalry continued to approach Silvermoon City, this **** smell became more intense.

Queen Aisha also realized that it was not good, and turned her head to look at Colin: "Viscount Angley, things seem to be something wrong."

Colin pursed his mouth and said nothing.

Vera's face also became a little worried, as if she wanted to say something, but when she saw Colin with a deep face, she swallowed the words again.

Finally, the black cavalry arrived under Silvermoon City and began to slow down slowly.

At this time, everyone who greeted them could see the appearance of this army. Almost all of them were bloody!

Moreover, the quantity is wrong!

The fifty thousand black cavalry is definitely not only the scale in front of him.

An ominous premonition hung over Colin's heart, making him cold all over his body.

Under everyone's uncertain eyes, a blood-stained knight appeared more and more and came to the gate of the city.

"Doot, doot, doot!"

The half-elf guard of honor actually played the welcome music somehow, but Queen Aisha turned her head back and stopped it with a sharp look. UU reading www.uukａnshu.com

Knight Logger came to Colin and the others, rolled over and dismounted, took off his helmet, knelt down on one knee, and said loudly in a choked tone:

"Miss Vera, Viscount Anglia, the main force of the Black Cavalry was ambushed in Shadow Canyon, and Marquis Garcia was trapped in a deep siege.

Wow

This bad news suddenly made Colin dizzy, and he couldn't believe his ears.

The Marquis of Garcia was ambushed?

How can this be?

And still in places like Shadow Canyon?

With the prudent combat style of the Marquis Garcia, how could he rashly lead his army into the canyon without careful investigation?

Forcing himself to calm down, Colin asked, "How did you encounter the ambush? Why didn't you check it out in advance?"

"The Marquis of Dawson has rebelled! He deceived the Marquis of Garcia and led the Black Cavalry into the enemy's trap!"

"Fran Dawson?" The image of a dwarf suddenly appeared in Colin's mind.

At the same time, an inner thought emerged that could no longer be suppressed. Was this Marquis Dawson betrayed Marquis Garcia by the order of the Duke of St. Hild?

If this is the case, I am afraid that from the beginning, the Duke of St. Hild has been calculating himself, the Marquis of Garcia!

Using Silvermoon City as the bait was to completely eliminate the unstable factor of the Black Cavalry, so that there would be no more noise in the north.

"How many people do you have left?"

"Eight thousand!"

"Eight Thousand" Colin looked heavy.

"Colin, uncle him" Vera was also panicked at this time.

Colin held Vera's little hand, and solemnly promised to her and Knight Logger:

"Relax, I will avenge the black cavalry!"