The Original Vampire

The head of the city of the troll king.

When Prince Abbas saw that Modo II was surrounded by a group of troll captives, he already realized that something was wrong.

Although the wolf cavalry escort had already rushed out at the first moment of Prince Meruwei's attack, if Modo II was trapped in place, even if the wolf cavalry escort received him, he would definitely not be able to escape the black cavalry. entanglement.

"We have to send troops immediately and return to the city in response to His Majesty!" Prince Abbas turned around and ordered the commander of the city defense army.

But Prince Okamoto immediately objected: "No! We have no cavalry in our hands now. Even if we rush out of the city, it will not be too late to meet His Majesty. Instead, it will ruin the last elite troops of the empire, and even lead to the loss of the king's city!"

"Did you just watch your Majesty be beheaded by the Black Cavalry?"

"The black cavalry may not dare to kill His Majesty!" Prince Okamoto said without giving an inch, "However, if the royal city falls, not only His Majesty, but also you, me, the troll nobles, and the citizens of the royal city will become the black cavalry. The soul of the dead under the saber!"

Prince Abbas suddenly suffocated and was speechless.

Moreover, he also noticed that the words of Prince Okamoto made the expressions of the surrounding troll nobles also change.

Obviously, they didn't want the black cavalry to enter the royal city.

Just at this moment of hesitation, the black cavalry had already killed Modo II.

Although the wolf cavalry escort had also arrived, their number was too small, and they were quickly dispersed by the black cavalry.

Then, a group of troll nobles in the city saw an unforgettable scene in their lives——

Colin Angele cut off the head of Modo II with one sword!

All the trolls who witnessed all of this were momentarily lost, as if the voices between heaven and earth had completely disappeared at this moment.

It was like a weird and terrifying nightmare, but I couldn't wake up.

Prince Okamoto clenched his fists and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

When he saw that the troll captives turned against the water, he finally understood why Colin insisted on asking Modo II to meet outside the city.

This is simply an elaborate trap!

It's ridiculous that Prince Okamoto is still thinking of atonement for his merits,

He proposed a plan to assassinate Colin in an attempt to restore his position in the heart of Modo II.

But he never thought that Ke Lin was also planning to assassinate, and the method was so strange that he couldn't understand it at all!

What did Colin promise to those troll captives to make them dare to conspire to murder His Majesty the Emperor of the Troll Empire?

At this moment, the name Colin Angele, even replacing Marquis Garcia, was deeply engraved in Prince Okamoto's heart, and it became a nightmare that he never had the courage to fight against in his life.

Prince Abbas watched as Colin held the head of Modo II in one hand and waved the demonstration in the direction of the Troll King City, and bursts of fear and panic could not help but surge in his heart.

He turned his head sharply, glared at Prince Okamoto, and roared: "Okamoto! Didn't you say that the Black Cavalry did not dare to kill His Majesty! Open your eyes and take a good look, His Majesty died because of you!"

Prince Okamoto clenched his fists silently and did not speak.

Looking at Prince Abbas' angry gaze that was about to pierce him, Prince Okamoto calmed down.

He suddenly realized that the death of Modo II might be a good opportunity for him.

"Uncle Abbas, you are right. Therefore, in order to atone for my sin, I am willing to go to the front of the Black Cavalry and retrieve His Majesty's body from Colin Angele."

Hearing what Prince Okamoto said, Prince Abbas was stunned.

A troll noble whispered to persuade: "His Royal Highness Okamoto, you are going to the Black Cavalry position at this time, and you are not afraid that the rising Ke Lin will also kill you..."

"Then I deserve it." Prince Okamoto said righteously.

Prince Abbas took a deep look at Prince Okamoto, and then looked at the black cavalry army outside the city, which was showing off its power, and nodded slowly:

"Okay, then you will be the messenger. Remember, you not only need to redeem the remains of His Majesty and Prince Meruwei, but also ask about the conditions for the withdrawal of the Black Cavalry."

"Yes, Uncle Abbas, I won't let you down again." Prince Abbas of the Okamoto family gave a salute, then got down from the tower and walked out of the city alone.

For a time, the lonely back of Prince Okamoto slowly walked towards the boiling black cavalry position, which was quite a bit windy and easy to water cold.

At this time, Ke Lin was immersed in a frenzy. The cheers of the black cavalry soldiers around him made him feel like he was in the clouds, and the bloody head in his hand was more like a medal symbolizing supreme glory. It made him feel a little sluggish.

Of course, he hasn't completely lost his mind.

Therefore, when some hot-headed black cavalry generals wanted to ask Ling to enter the Troll King City, Colin decisively refused.

There are 50,000 elite troops defending the city of the Troll King, and the narrow terrain in the city is not conducive to the cavalry.

This time, the 100,000 army of the trolls had been annihilated, and the troll emperor had been beheaded. This kind of achievement was already extremely eye-catching.

Just as Ke Lin was about to order the withdrawal, he saw a solitary figure walking out of the Troll King City.

"Lord Viscount, it seems to be Prince Okamoto."

"Well, let him come here."

"Yes."

Not long after, Prince Okamoto came to Colin.

Colin knew that the southern prince of the troll empire was not very powerful, so he waved his hand to signal his subordinates to retreat temporarily.

Prince Okamoto came to Colin and bowed respectfully.

Boom!

The head of Modo II was thrown over by Colin, and Gulu Gulu rolled to the feet of Prince Okamoto.

It just so happened that those dead eyes stared straight at Prince Okamoto.

At the same time, Colin's joking voice also came:

"Okamoto, the emperor of this troll empire, let you sit, how about you?"

Prince Okamoto raised his head suddenly, the fire of ambition in his eyes was completely undisguised, but when he opened his mouth, he said something else:

"Lord Viscount, you think too highly of me. It is impossible for me to be qualified to inherit the throne of this troll empire."

"Why?" Colin frowned, "Isn't your surname Volkin too?"

Prince Okamoto smiled sadly: "Master Viscount, don't forget, I just buried a hundred thousand troops, and, to tell you the truth, Modo II went out of the city to meet you and plot to assassinate you. I propose...

But now, it's done like this...

I have an inescapable responsibility for the death of Modo II.

So, no matter what, it is impossible for the troll nobles in the royal city to agree to make me the next emperor of the empire. "

Colin raised his brows, as if thinking about something.

And Prince Okamoto spoke again: "Lord Viscount, although it is impossible for me to inherit the throne, I have a more suitable successor, and he may make you more satisfied."

"Oh? Who?"

"Prince Abbas."