The Original Vampire

The south gate of Tinder City opened wide, and teams of blood cavalry galloped out, raising smoke and dust to cover the sky.

Watching this scene, the guards of the Brugen family always felt a little unreal in their hearts.

This iron cavalry from the North, coming and going quickly, seems to have no nostalgia for this Tinder City, which can be called the first fortress of the East.

However, they all understood that although the blood cavalry army came and went like the wind and only stayed in Tinder City for one day and one night, it had completely changed the city.

The ambiguous rumors about Grace and Count Angelie have been circulating in the city. This kind of peach-colored lace news can always spread effortlessly, not to mention that the Brugen family doesn't seem to have any intention of blocking the news.

Therefore, where the velvet city should go in the future has become the topic that people in the city discuss the most in private.

Grace stood at the top of the city, ignoring the various exploratory gazes around her, staring at the blood cavalry army gradually disappearing on the horizon.

The housekeeper came over and asked softly, "Miss, those rumors in the city... Do you want to take care of it?"

"No." Grace shook her head.

The housekeeper frowned, and just as he was about to persuade him again, he heard Grace say again:

"Go get in touch with the church and have them prepare for my father's funeral."

"Yes." The butler had no choice but to lead the order away with full of worries.

The cold wind whistled, and the guards at the city head shrank their necks unconsciously.

It's just that Miss Grace, who looked pampered, still stood there quietly, looking into the distance, as if she was expecting something.

The clear sky, without a cloud, was as clean as a blue mirror.

Suddenly, an invisible black spot appeared on the mirror, hovering over Tinder City.

Grace's eyes narrowed, Cherry's small mouth made a strange mouth shape, and a sharp whistle kept emitting.

Attracted by the whistle, the black spot in the sky suddenly swooped down.

When I got closer, I found that it was actually a huge black-feathered raven.

The raven fell on Grace's shoulder,

Very humanely, he rubbed the girl's hair with his wings, as if to say hello.

Grace smiled and rubbed the raven's head, then took a letter from its feet.

The guard at the top of the city curiously peeked at the girl and the peculiar raven out of the corner of his eyes, but did not dare to ask more questions.

Finally, Grace finished reading the letter, with the same expression on her face, as if the contents of the letter did not surprise her.

Then, she took out a written reply letter from her bosom, tied it to the raven's feet, and made a sharp whistle again.

The raven croaked, fluttered its black wings, flew into the sky again, and quickly disappeared.

Grace then turned around and walked down the tower. When she passed a brazier, she threw the letter she just received into it.

The soaring flames quickly devoured the letterhead and spat out wisps of ashes.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and the corner of the still-burned letterhead tumbled out of the brazier.

The guard on the side quickly picked it up, and saw that there was only one sign left on it—

"...Your dearest brother."

The guard scratched his head for unknown reasons, wondering why Miss Grace's brother just left Tinder City, why did he write back.

But he didn't dare to ask more, and hurriedly threw it back into the brazier.

The flames rose again, turning the corner of the letterhead into ashes.

...

"You are black riders galloping on the battlefield, and speed is your second life..."

Clive felt the cold wind whistling past his ears, and couldn't help but think of what Marquis Garcia said on the podium when the Black Cavalry was just established.

At that time, the black cavalry army galloping on the ice field in the sky was indeed carrying out such a creed - winning with speed!

Under the leadership of Marquis Garcia, the black cavalry is like a red-hot steel knife. No matter when and where, they can pierce the enemy's chest with the fastest speed and the fiercest attitude in the shortest time. , let their blood boil instantly.

After battles and victories again and again, the black cavalry army used the blood of the enemy and the undefeated record to scrub this name brighter and brighter, more and more brilliant.

However, after the fiasco of Shadow Canyon, Marquis Garcia left the Black Cavalry.

The army also had a different commander, a different name, and a different style.

Compared to Marquis Garcia's straight-forward approach, Count Angele's style made many black cavalry soldiers very uncomfortable at first.

They are all battle-hardened veterans. Of course, it is impossible for them to understand the situation and understand some simple strategies.

If the tactical strategy of Marquis Garcia in the past was relatively easy to understand - that is to find the enemy's most deadly key, and then kill it with the fastest speed and the most decisive attitude, then the style of Count Angele seems a little elusive It's even weird and unpredictable.

But there is one thing that Count Angele and Marquis Garcia have in common, that is, the same invincibility!

Outside Yinyue City, the remnant army of 7,000 black cavalry troops wiped out the 100,000-strong Pegasus Army, ran for thousands of miles on the ice field in the sky, cut off the head of the troll emperor outside the city of troll kings, and when the northern territory was in danger of civil strife, with his own power Turn the tide and lead the army to defeat the seemingly numerous rebels...

Although it is difficult for blood cavalry officers like Clive to figure out Earl Angele's thoughts, the victories over and over again have allowed Earl Angelie to establish a prestige no less than that of the Marquis Garcia in this army. .

Therefore, when Earl Angelie asked the main force of the blood cavalry army to go down the Furious River and head towards Bailu City outside Clover City, no one even questioned.

Looking back now, Clive wonders if he was crazy.

The blood cavalry army of less than 20,000 went deep alone like this, straight into the hinterland of the Eastern Region, and the target was still a fortified city like Bailu City...

No one would think that it is possible for them to capture Bailu City alone, but it is strange that no one doubts that Earl Angelie can lead them to capture Bailu City.

It sounds incomprehensible, but that's what prestige does.

With enough prestige, a commander can make his army carry out any seemingly impossible order.

The wind was piercing, but Clive felt like a branding iron was burning in his chest.

White Dew City!

Eastern capital!

The domain of the St. Pros family!

It is also the place where Marquis Garcia was once imprisoned!

The shame of Shadow Canyon, the blood of the Pegasus Legion alone cannot be washed away!

After landing on the southern side of the Artis Mountains, this blood cavalry army seemed to have returned to the ice field in the sky again, regaining the feeling of galloping vertically and horizontally, inserting into the enemy's chest like a sharp blade.

Clive took a sip of spirits right away and stuffed a few more slices of beef jerky, undiminished throughout the process.

This is the basic skill of every blood cavalry soldier, they can even sleep on horseback.

After five days and five nights of galloping, Clive was convinced that White Dew City should be not far away.

Suddenly, a low horn came from the front.

Clive froze in his heart, and immediately slowed down the speed of the horse, but the blood in his heart tumbled even more violently, because he understood—

Bailu City, it's finally here!