The Original Vampire

At the end of October, Winter City can clearly feel the approaching footsteps of winter.

Biting rain fell for three days, and finally turned into snowflakes on the fourth day.

On the fifth day, when the sun, which had not been seen for a long time, finally emerged from the entanglement of the dark clouds, Winter City had already become a world of ice and snow wrapped in silver.

But in the face of such a beautiful scenery, the residents of Winter City have no heart to appreciate it.

Because most people are running out of food.

"Are food prices still showing no signs of falling?"

In the study in the atrium of Lion's Roar Castle, Duke St. Hilde asked while adding wood to the fireplace.

Behind the Duke, stood a middle-aged man with a friendly temperament.

He has a pair of blue eyes like the sea, and the waves of wisdom are rolling in them.

The gray low ponytail was carefully combed and blown behind the head. He was well-dressed but not flamboyant, with an old scroll around his waist and a white glove on his left hand.

Dwayne White.

The people of Lion's Roar called him Maester Dawn.

Although the title of "bachelor" is not a knighthood, it is also extremely precious.

Only those who have studied at the Imperial White Tower Academy and successfully graduated are eligible to use the title of Bachelor.

And the number of people who graduate from Baita Academy every year can be counted on one hand.

Therefore, every bachelor is the best candidate for courtiers, and naturally becomes the object that the major lords are vying to win over.

"No." Bachelor Dawn shook his head, his expression full of worry, "In the past three months, the price of food in the north has risen more than twenty times!

And it's definitely not just because of the crop failure caused by the troll invasion earlier this year.

But there are still people who are deliberately hoarding food and manipulating food prices! "

"It's just some businessmen who want money and don't want to die." Duke St. Hilde was full of disdain, "Issue the Duke's decree to the major lords in the north to let them manage the businessmen in their territories.

If the price of food remains high within half a month, don't blame me for killing myself! "

"Yes." Bachelor Dawn nodded.

"Is there enough rations for the Golden Lion Legion?"

"If there is no large-scale war in the future, it is barely enough." When the Master Dawn said this, he hesitated for a while, but still opened his mouth and reminded:

"However, Lord Duke, I still recommend that you purchase another batch of rations, just in case."

Hearing this, Duke Saint Hilde frowned.

He clearly understood what Maester Dawn was worried about.

Famine is the most likely cause of rebellion.

So, Duke St. Hilde nodded immediately and said, "Then go buy another batch."

"Okay. But the current food prices in the entire empire are a bit high, so I'm afraid this time..."

"No matter how high the price is, buy it back for me!"

"Yes."

The Duke of St. Hilde threw some more logs into the fireplace.

Looking at the constantly jumping flames, he suddenly asked, "Where is the Black Cavalry now?"

Maester Dwayne looked carefully at Duke St. Hilde's face, but did not see any obvious emotion from above.

"The latest news just came yesterday. The Black Cavalry has left the North and entered the Half-Elves Kingdom."

"En." Duke St. Hilde nodded, but he didn't give any instructions.

The churning flames reflected in the duke's deep eyes, as if to show his restless heart.

Upon seeing this, Master Dawn was about to resign when he heard a majestic voice suddenly came from outside the castle:

"The Duke of St. Hilde, Otto Volkin, the Northern Prince of the Troll Empire, in the name of revenge for His Majesty Murdoff, hereby proposes a duel to you!"

boom!

A fiery flame suddenly exploded in the fireplace.

Duke St. Hilde suddenly got up and looked out the window.

A troll warrior exuding a terrifying aura was standing at the highest point of the Lion's Roar Fort, looking down at the guards who were constantly gathering below.

Seeing the Duke of St. Hilde who was about to leave, Bachelor Dawn hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him: "Lord Duke,

It is said that this Prince Otto has just been promoted to the sanctuary! "

"So what?" Duke St. Hilde's face didn't show any signs of flinching. "Am I hiding in the Lion's Roar Castle and letting him show off his power outside?"

After speaking, the Duke ignored the stunned Maester Dawn and strode out.

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Half-elf kingdom, southwest frontier.

The black cavalry is camping here.

After Marquis Garcia finished drinking the broth, he wiped his mouth at will, and asked Marquis Dawson, who was beside him, "If you go 30 miles further, you should pass through Shadow Canyon, right?"

"Yes, Lord Marquis." Marquis Dawson's attitude was as respectful as ever.

Even now he was made a marquis and swore allegiance to the Duke of St. Hilde.

However, when Marquis Garcia summoned the black cavalry and marched into the half-elf kingdom, the former "big butler" of the black cavalry also came to help without hesitation.

"Send someone to investigate carefully." Marquis Garcia ordered.

Marquis Dawson smiled, and his words were slightly disapproving: "Sir, this is the half-elf kingdom, what danger can there be?"

"Be cautious, it's always right."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now." Seeing Marquis Garcia insist, Marquis Dawson nodded quickly.

...

The rest is over, and the army starts again.

Marquis Garcia rode his horse into the Shadow Canyon, but there was some anxiety in his eyebrows.

"Dawson, have you sent someone to inspect this canyon carefully?"

"Lord Marquis, please rest assured. I have sent someone to investigate thoroughly, and it is very safe here."

Marquis Garcia then nodded and continued on.

But the further he went, the more Marquis Garcia felt that something was wrong.

That terrifying feeling hung over him all the time, as if something bad was about to happen.

"Stop advancing!" Finally, Marquis Garcia ordered.

"Sir, what's the matter? We're only halfway there." Marquis Dawson stepped forward and asked.

"It's too quiet here!" Marquis Garcia's eyes were cold, as if he realized something.

The next moment, he decisively ordered: "Turn around! The rear army becomes the former army, the former army becomes the latter army, and the original way to withdraw from the Shadow Canyon!"

"Sir..." Marquis Dawson was puzzled, "You are..."

Marquis Garcia ignored him and insisted that the military commander go immediately to give orders.

And just when the black cavalry began to change formations, there was a sudden loud noise in the canyon.

Boom!

Marquis Garcia turned his head suddenly, and saw a dazzling flash of light suddenly erupted from the cliffs on both sides of the back.

The terrifying arcane energy seemed to be glorious, and it blew up the hills on both sides of the center of the canyon.

Countless shattered boulders rolled down and smashed towards the black cavalry!

Bang bang bang!

The screams and the neighs of horses resounded through the canyon instantly.

Marquis Garcia's face instantly turned pale.

But at the moment when he was stunned, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist.

As soon as he turned around, Marquis Garcia saw that his once trusted subordinate was inserting a dagger into his waist.

"Fran Dawson! You traitor!"

Facing the angry gaze of Marquis Garcia, Marquis Dawson took a step back and smiled calmly:

"Sorry, Lord Marquis, when my men explored this canyon before, they may not have been too careful."