I Became a Progenitor Vampire

Jones was originally an orphan. He just turned 12 years old this year. As a civilian born on the border, he was unfortunate because his parents were killed by orcs shortly after he was born. He only survived with the help of his neighbors.

Fortunately, when he was 6 years old, Jones was accepted as a disciple by a prospector passing through the village.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. When he had just become a prospector's apprentice, the orcs came again.

Jones saw with his own eyes the scene where those damn orcs killed his teacher, and the fear made him unable to muster the strength at all.

If Uncle Sam next door hadn't hugged him and ran away in the end, maybe he would have become an undead under the orc's sword like his teacher.

However, the Goddess of Doom would not pay attention to him forever. When he was following his neighbors at a loss and preparing to escape to the legendary Green City, the Holy Light Vampires came.

He was taken to the City of Dawn.

From the mouths of his elders, Jones could often hear the old men describing the terror of vampires, and he was originally very frightened.

But after living in the City of Dawn for a period of time, Jones found that this place was not at all what he thought.

Instead, he found a long-lost sense of security here.

After a long time, he was not even afraid of the Holy Light vampires opposite him who wore a pair of ferocious bat wings while working and looked like demons.

The adults of the Holy Light Blood Clan would always chat with him with a smile, and would never be angry or disdainful of him like the noble baron in the village.

Jones lived happily here until one day, the great Lord Cachar City ordered to find prospectors who could explore the mineral veins. This news changed his mind.

Jones knew how to read, which was taught to him by his teacher, who said that a prospector must be knowledgeable.

Although he didn't understand what this sentence meant, he still studied hard.

After he saw the announcement on the bulletin board in the square, Jones secretly reported to the security team that he was a prospector apprentice without telling Uncle Sam who took him to escape.

What excites him is that his profession as a prospector apprentice has been recognized by the vampire adults, and Jones is very happy.

Although Uncle Sam was worried when he told the news, Jones didn't feel that he shouldn't do it.

If it weren't for Lord Cachar, they might have starved to death on the road.

He likes this city where he can have enough to eat, live in an airtight house, and no one will bully him, and he also wants to contribute to this city.

Just like what Lord Cachar said, Dawn City is the City of Dawn for every resident, and we should do our best to make Dawn City better.

Lord Cachar is really a great person.

What made Jones even happier was that after he reported his profession to the vampire adults, he was recruited into the Construction Department, a subordinate department of the city hall.

My God, every department in the city hall is the most sought-after in Dawn City. As long as they can get in and work, I don’t know how many people will break their heads for it.

At least Uncle Sam, who lives with him, would say with envy almost every time he saw the security team that if there was someone who could help him get into the security team, he would give all his silver puke to that person.

It was incredible that Uncle Sam, a miser, could say such a thing.

Jones is very happy to be a member of a department under the city hall, especially the monthly salary of 12 silver pukes that makes him even more excited.

He swore he'd never seen so many silverpooks.

When he told Uncle Sam the news, Jones could see the envy in the other man's eyes.

It's a pity that Uncle Sam cannot enter the city hall, even if he pleads with Lord Blood, it will be useless.

But what gave him hope was that the leading vampire promised him that as long as he could find the mineral vein, he would assign Uncle Sam to the logistics team.

Jones was very happy about this, but he didn't rush to tell Uncle Sam. He wanted to share the good news with him after he found the mineral vein.

Jones is very confident about this. He believes that he can find the mineral vein. Just like the teacher said, he is a genius and a genius in prospecting.

The winter moon is very cold, with heavy snow falling all over the sky, and the wind blowing the snow on my face, like a knife, cutting the skin painfully.

Going out to explore mineral veins in such an environment is undoubtedly a very hard job.

Jones was protected by two vampire adults, and with him were two blacksmith uncles.

Together they flew through the mountains on the giant bat that took him into the City of Dawn.

Jones loved the feeling of sitting behind the bat, and the thrill of flying made him very happy.

And because the Holy Light vampire in front of him - Lord Henner, will use a magic called a mage shield to isolate the wind and snow.

He didn't feel much cold.

"Lord Henner, the colors of those mountains are a bit wrong. Maybe we can go down and take a look."

Jones' eyes suddenly lit up under the unpleasant bat flight.

This place was the twentieth mountain they explored today. It was a huge basin with tall trees blocking out the sun in the valley, but now he found something different.

Jones pointed with excitement on his face as he pointed to the rocks below that were not covered by ice and snow. They were the rocks in front of this strange gray forest.

The teacher told him that the color of ore is very different from ordinary rocks. As long as you distinguish carefully, you can find the difference. The color of the rocks below is not the color of ordinary rocks.

Jones felt his heart beating faster, and he felt that he might have gained something this time.

"Okay, then let's go down and take a look."

Henner glanced at Jones and nodded. Although he had failed countless times in the past month or so, he never shied away whenever he found useful information.

His Majesty the First Ancestor specifically told him that the ore was extremely important to the Vampire Clan, and he could not let it go even if there was a slight chance.

Using magic to transmit the sound to the vampire on the other bat, the two magic bats slowly landed on the ground after circling for a few times.

Because of the heavy snow in winter, the sun did not come out, so although Hunter's condition declined more than at night, he was still able to hold on.

Moreover, he also has 5 bottles of magic blood in his pocket, which allows him to stay in good condition during the day.

At this time, the snow just fell a little less in the sky. With the help of Henner, Jones's small body got off the huge magic bat.

The group of people went down to the ground and discovered that the dwarf trees they saw in the sky were so tall. The huge trees that were fifteen blades high were as tough as stone pillars.

And a thick layer of ice has formed on the gray bark.

Jones suddenly seemed to see something and trotted towards the exposed rock with excitement on his face.

The height of only 12 years old seems a bit short, and the figure wearing a thick gray cotton coat looks even thinner. He is moving forward on the thick snowdrift, taking small steps one step at a time.

Jones ran to the rocks with excitement on his face, picked up one of them, carefully identified it, turned around excitedly, and waved to several people.

"Lord Henner, Lord Henner, I found it, this is iron ore, this is iron ore!!"

But what surprised Jones was that Henner, another vampire master, and two old blacksmiths all looked behind him with frightened faces, as if they had seen some terrifying demon.

Jones turned his head slightly and saw a scene in front of him that made his legs weak.

A humanoid creature with six blades in height was standing behind him.

There is only one single eye on the huge hairless head, which is larger than a millstone, and the gray pupil exudes cold gaze.

The nostrils are turned upwards, and thick mist is sprayed out from them due to the cold. The slightly open mouth reveals sharp and sharp teeth, and the warrior's shield may not be able to stop the bite.

This humanoid creature has gray skin all over its body with deep wrinkles, like an old tree that has grown over the years, showing its toughness.

The strong limbs and high bulging muscles make this humanoid creature full of power. In its right hand, it holds a five-edged wooden stick with densely packed sharp stone flakes inserted into the head of the stick, which is full of primitive atmosphere.

Jones swallowed and stuttered out the name of a legendary creature.

"One-eyed giant!!"