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 Auston bowed his head and knelt on the ground, covered in embarrassment.

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

Only the sauce, though.

No blood.

With this look, it's hard to believe that he escaped from the battlefield, but it's more like he just returned from a failed fight for food.

Viscount Auston also regretted it at this time - there should be some blood on his clothes!

It would be better if you hurt yourself a little more.

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

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

He thought he would be furious when he heard the news that the 40,000 army had been wiped out.

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

As if what Viscount Auston brought back was not the news of the defeat, but the anecdote that he had had a bad lunch.

But the long silence that followed made all the Pegasus Army officers feel like they were on their backs and were restless.

Fortunately, Marquis Vincent finally stood up.

I saw him walking slowly to Viscount Auston, looking down at his once most powerful assistant, with no joy or anger in his eyes.

Then, he drew the sword from his waist.

When Viscount Auston saw this, he was instantly frightened.

He knew that if he didn't do something again, he might lose his life.

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

"You said." Marquis Vincent's face was sinking like water, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

Just when the long sword was about to slash his neck,

Viscount Auston hurriedly shouted: "Lord Marquis! I have a way to help you capture Silvermoon City! Please give me a chance to atone for my sins!"

The long sword finally stopped.

Marquis Vincent looked at Viscount Auston, who was covered in cold sweat, and asked lightly, "What can I do?"

Viscount Auston let out a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that his trousers seemed a little wet...

But he quickly calmed down.

Viscount Auston understood that this was his only chance, and if he didn't answer this question well, he would surely die here.

"Lord Marquis, although our army was routed by the black cavalry outside Yinyue City, under the heroic counterattack of the soldiers, it also caused great casualties to the black cavalry!

Please believe me, the remnant of the Black Cavalry Army, which was originally small in number, no longer has much fighting power!

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

After hearing what Viscount Oston said, Marquis Vincent did not immediately agree.

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

When the Pegasus Army officers in the camp heard the words of Viscount Auston, their expressions were somewhat contemptuous.

Obviously, Viscount Auston's bloodless dress is hard to believe, they really "heroically fought back" against the Black Cavalry and caused "great casualties" to the other side.

But Viscount Auston felt that Marquis Vincent would believe it.

Because, he knew that Marquis Vincent had to believe.

In fact, the best option for the Pegasus Legion at this time is to withdraw.

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

He must not accept such a result!

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

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

That's why the Marquis wanted to move his army north, capture Silvermoon City, and use a big victory to restore his reputation.

but now……

If the army is withdrawn, how will Marquis Vincent, who has lost his troops, explain to the Duke of St. Pros after returning?

Moreover, Viscount Auston knew that the younger brother of Marquis Vincent, Earl Evan, was not a peaceful person.

Will he take the opportunity to get in trouble?

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

And he will give this ray of hope.

"Lord Marquis!" Viscount Auston looked at Marquis Vincent, who was hesitant, and shouted again, "The army in Silvermoon City no longer has much fighting power, and we are only short of the last blow!

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

"I don't generally give people second chances."

Marquis Vincent finally spoke.

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

Sure enough, Marquis Vincent retracted his long sword and said coldly, "But I'd rather let you die on the battlefield than get my hands dirty!"

Only then did Viscount Auston breathe 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 army to attack Silvermoon City! And you, Viscount Oston, you will charge in front of the battle as an ordinary knight!"

"Yes, Lord Marquis! As you wish!" Viscount Auston beat his chest with his right hand and answered in a loud voice.

It was as if he had completely forgotten the scene where he just fled in embarrassment.

At this time, Marquis Vincent also seemed to have regained the state before entering Silvermoon City, and his tone became excited again:

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

"We would like to follow in your footsteps!"

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

Because, Marquis Vincent's sword is not sheathed yet.

They don't want to make themselves the object of each other's power.

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

But I didn't expect that everyone has become so smart.

Marquis Vincent, who was full of killing intent and had nowhere to vent, seemed to remember something, and asked in a cold tone: "Didn't we capture 4,000 half-elf captives on Mount Thorns before?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Kill them all!"

Everyone felt a little cold in their hearts, and just wanted to dissuade them, but when they saw Marquis Vincent's icy gaze, none of them dared to speak out.

"According to your will!"

As if not satisfied, Marquis Vincent ordered again: "Cut off their heads, and pile them under Silvermoon City together with the heads of those half-elves who died in battle and burned to death!

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

"Lord Marquis, you can't do this!" An officer finally stood up to dissuade him, "If you do this, you will completely anger the half-elves and push them to the north, and Silvermoon City will definitely fight to the death..."

Chi!

Unfortunately, before he finished his words of dissuasion, he was stabbed in the chest by Marquis Vincent's sword.

Bang!

The corpse fell to the ground.

The strong smell of blood instantly filled the tent.

Marquis Vincent's words were like a magic voice from hell: "Who else has objections?"

"No!"

"Then do it quickly!"

"Yes!"

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

He suddenly realized that since then, the half-elves and the Eastern Realm will probably only go further and further away...