The Original Vampire

At the foot of the Thorns Mountain, the Pegasus Legion camp.

In the temporary command post, the atmosphere was 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 appearance, it's hard to believe that he escaped from the battlefield. On the contrary, it is more like he just returned from a failed looting with someone.

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

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

Just as he was thinking about it, the Marquis of Vincent on the opposite side finally made a move.

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 the news that the 40,000 army had been wiped out in ashes.

But who would have thought that the Marquis of Vincent just quietly listened to Viscount Alston's report, and then gave a faint "Oh".

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

It was just that the long silence that followed made the officers of the Pegasus Legion feel as if they were on their backs and fidgeting.

Fortunately, the Marquis of Vincent stood up after all.

I saw him slowly walking to the front of Viscount Alston, looking condescendingly at his once most capable assistant, with no joy or anger in his eyes.

Then, he pulled out the saber around his waist.

Upon seeing this, Viscount Alston was frightened.

He knew that if he didn't do anything else, he would probably lose his life.

"Hou... Your Lord Marquis! Please listen to me!"

"You said." The Marquis Vincent's face was sinking, but his hand did not stop.

At the moment when the sword was about to cut his neck, Viscount Alston hurriedly shouted: "Master Marquis! I have a way to help you capture Silvermoon City! Please give me a chance to redeem!"

The long sword finally stopped.

Marquis Vincent looked at Viscount Alston, who was sweating coldly, and asked faintly: "What can be done?"

Viscount Alston let out a sigh, and suddenly felt that his pants seemed a little wet...

But he hastened his mind.

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

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

Believe me, the remnant Black Cavalry army, which is already small in number, has little combat effectiveness at this time!

As long as you give me another army, I will definitely be able to help you capture Silvermoon City! "

After hearing the words of Viscount Alston, the Marquis of Vincent did not immediately agree.

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

When the officers of the Pegasus Legion in the camp heard the words of Viscount Alston, their expressions were a bit contemptuous.

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

But Viscount Alston felt that the Marquis of Vincent would believe it.

Because he knew that the Marquis of Vincent had to believe it.

In fact, the best choice for the Pegasus Army at this time is to withdraw its troops.

But this "best choice" was the worst choice for the Marquis of Vincent.

He must not accept such a result!

In the Battle of Shadow Canyon, the Pegasus Legion had all the time, but only won a tragic victory.

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

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

but now……

If the troops are withdrawn, how would the Marquis of Vincent, who had lost his troops and returned, explain to the Duke of Saint-Pros?

Moreover, Viscount Alston knew that the younger brother of the Marquis of Vincent, Earl Evan, was not a man of peace.

Will he take the opportunity to get into trouble?

Therefore, Viscount Alston is sure that as long as there is a glimmer of hope, the Marquis of Vincent will never withdraw his troops!

And he must give this glimmer of hope.

"Master Marquis!" Viscount Alston looked at the hesitant Marquis Vincent, and shouted again, "The army in Silvermoon City has no combat effectiveness anymore, we only have one last blow!

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

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

The Marquis of Vincent finally spoke.

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

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

Viscount Alston breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that his little fortune was temporarily saved.

"However, I will not hand over the army to you again. This time, I will personally lead the attack on Silvermoon City! And you, Viscount Alston, you will charge in front of the formation as an ordinary knight!"

"Yes, Lord Marquis! As you wish!" Viscount Alston replied loudly, punching his chest with his right hand.

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

At this time, the Marquis of Vincent seemed to have regained the same state as before entering Silvermoon City, and his tone became agitated again:

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

"We are willing to follow in your footsteps!"

Of course the officers did not dare to object at this time.

Because the Sabre of the Marquis of Vincent hasn't been sheathed yet.

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

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

But I didn't think that each of them became so smart.

The Marquis Vincent, who was full of murderous intent and had nowhere to vent, seemed to think of something, and asked in a cold tone: "Didn't you catch four thousand half-elves captives on Bramble Mountain before?"

"Yes, my lord."

"All killed!"

The hearts of everyone were slightly cold, and they just wanted to dissuade them, but seeing the cold eyes of the Marquis Vincent, none of them dared to really make a sound.

"Follow your will!"

The Marquis of Vincent seemed to be dissatisfied, and ordered again: "Cut off their heads, and pile them together with the heads of those half-elves who died in battle and burned down under Silvermoon City!

Tell the half-elves in the city that if they continue to resist to the end, this is their fate! "

"Master Marquis, you can't do this!" An officer finally stood up and discouraged, "If you do this~www.readwn.com~, the half-elves will be completely angered and will be pushed to the north. Silvermoon City will definitely resist desperately. ..."

Huh!

It is a pity that before he could finish his dissuasion, the Marquis of Vincent pierced his chest with a sword.

Bang!

The body fell to the ground.

A strong smell of blood filled the camp instantly.

The words of the Marquis of Vincent 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 he did not dare to make a sound.

He suddenly realized that since then, between the half-elf and the east, I'm afraid it will only go further and further...