The Original Vampire

The Tianduan Mountains are rolling and rolling, forming a natural barrier at the westernmost end of the western border.

In the hearts of Westerners, the Tianduan Mountains are the dividing line between civilization and barbarism.

However, the barbarian coveted civilization will never cease.

When the orcs were torn apart, the West could cope on its own, but when the orcs established a unified empire, things became serious...

The surging cloud layer transmits the looming sunlight, but when it is blocked by the shade of the mountains, there is not much light left.

Even in the daytime, there is a gloomy aura in the Tianduan Mountains.

Walking on the rugged mountain road, Viscount Benson gasped and asked:

"How far is it?"

Hearing the words, the guide leading the way ahead stopped, and turned back to reveal an ugly and hideous face - it was an orc.

"Not far." The orc guide grinned, revealing hideous fangs.

He is three meters tall, his muscles are stretched, and there are two horns that spiral upward behind his ears. His dark green skin is covered with strange pigments, and there is a penetrating light between his breaths, as if with There is some kind of strange magic.

Viscount Benson didn't seem to dare to look at the orc, so he quickly lowered his head and went on his way.

The orc guide smiled contemptuously, and there was a ferocious look in his eyes, but he finally endured it and continued to move forward.

The two walked for about three more hours, and Viscount Benson was so tired that he was about to collapse, and finally came to a valley.

The trees in the valley have been cleared and turned into a huge military camp.

The densely packed tents are scattered in the valley in a disorderly manner, and it is impossible to see the edge at a glance. Columns of smoke rose from the barracks, and it looked like they were preparing dinner.

Viscount Benson took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and sorted out his messy clothes.

As a messenger of the Radiance Empire, he must maintain proper etiquette and posture.

Of course, if possible, Viscount Benson didn't want to take the job at all.

Because according to past experiences, few of the messengers who sent the beastmen came back alive.

These orcs only know how to kill, so how can they know diplomatic etiquette.

But there was no way, Emperor Reinhardt ordered Viscount Benson to go, and Viscount Benson could only come forward.

Viscount Benson is also very clear that this is the emperor's punishment for him - the behavior of the Benson family to please the North in Falcon City was obviously regarded as a betrayal by the emperor, and now, the reckoning has come.

Following the orc guide into the camp, Viscount Benson tried his best to maintain his composure and demeanor, but the ferocious appearance of countless fierce orc soldiers grinning at him still made him tremble in his heart.

Finally, the orc guide stopped in front of a huge tent that was obviously different.

Viscount Benson also stood in front of the tent, looking straight at him, silently praying to the Lord of Glory in his heart.

call--

The curtain of the tent was opened by a sturdy hand, and then a huge figure with a height of five meters came out.

Bang! Bang!

The ground trembled under his footsteps, and the air smelled of blood as he breathed.

Viscount Benson raised his head laboriously, his throat rolled uncontrollably, and he couldn't say a word of the greetings he had prepared.

"What did your human emperor send you to do?"

The heavy voice with a huge sense of oppression caused Viscount Benson to fight with his legs and said tremblingly:

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty would like... to discuss with you... The two empires... the possibility of peaceful coexistence..."

"Peace?" Saruman, the orc emperor, showed two rows of ferocious fangs, his eyes crossed Viscount Benson, and slowly swept across the faces of the orc officers gathered behind him, asking loudly, "Do you accept peace?"

"Not accepted!"

"Kill all humans!"

"waaaaaaaaaagh!"

...

The strange cries of ghosts and wolves from behind made Viscount Benson no luck, and he didn't care about the etiquette of the envoys or the face of the empire. He didn't dare to refute the provocative remarks of the orc emperor, but just lowered his head and remained silent.

At this time, Viscount Benson just wanted to save his life.

Emperor Saruman didn't even bother to look at Viscount Benson again, as if it was a waste to look at this cowardly human messenger.

call--

Saruman the Great took a deep breath and exhaled.

A strong chill filled the entire valley in an instant, and countless orc soldiers suddenly quieted down, but their eyes were all red—

It was so red that it seemed to drip blood.

"My warriors, open your eyes and look to the east!" Saruman the Great's huge body stood proudly, like a demon god who came to the world:

"There are the best mountains and rivers, the most fertile land, the warmest sunshine, and the most suitable environment for living. Are you willing to leave these things to such cowardly wastes?"

"Not reconciled!"

"Kill all those trash in the east!"

"waaaaaaaaaagh!"

...

Viscount Benson, who had bowed his head in silence, suddenly stopped shaking. He slowly raised his head, with a very complicated expression on his face, both anger and fear.

But he still struggled to stand up straight.

It is a pity that in front of the giant Saruman the Great, Viscount Benson is as thin as a weak lamb.

"Saruman!" Viscount Benson raised his head stubbornly, as if he had finally awakened to the knight's belief, his body was still shaking, but his tone was unprecedentedly firm, "Humans are not waste! We also have warriors who dare to face death! You If you dare to cross the Tianduan Mountains, you will definitely suffer a thunderous blow from our warriors!"

Emperor Saruman finally lowered his head, staring at the human knight in front of him, and then the next second, his right hand dived like lightning, and easily grabbed Viscount Benson.

Viscount Benson couldn't move, but he was still cursing.

Perhaps it was because he had a clear understanding of his own destiny, and Viscount Benson scolded him without scruples and hearty.

But soon, the scolding turned into screams.

I saw that Saruman the Great exerted a little force, and Viscount Benson's body was torn in half like a doll.

The gushing blood splattered on Saruman the Great's face, he didn't dodge or evade, but licked his tongue a few times in the depths.

"Warriors—" Saruman the Great casually left Viscount Benson's body on the ground and roared,

"Kill it out!"

"waaaaaaaaaagh!"

The clouds in the sky also rolled up in this roar, all the way to the east, and swept away.

...

"Congratulations to the Duke!"

"Congratulations Count Angele!"

In the banquet hall of Lion's Roar Castle, there was a lot of joy.

Colin took Vera into the hall, smiled and waved to the crowd of Hershey.

When passing by the Troll Emperor, Colin stopped, got closer, and said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty Okamoto, Vera is pregnant, I'm afraid I can only refuse your invitation to return."

A flash of disappointment flashed in Okamoto's eyes, but he immediately said: "Count Angele, you can go to Troll King City on behalf of the Duke..."

"I'm afraid I can't get away." Colin interrupted with a smile.

Okamoto still seemed unwilling to give up: "Lord Count, then the cooperation we discussed before..."

"Sorry, I'm afraid I'll miss the appointment."

Colin shook his head firmly, then led Vera away without waiting for Okamoto to persuade him.