The Original Vampire

The collapsed city gate heralded the end of the siege battle and the beginning of a more tragic and bloody street battle.

The army of orcs poured into Wind's Rest City like a tidal wave, and the atmosphere of savagery and slaughter completely enveloped the western capital.

But after all, it is the largest city in the Western Region. The garrison in the city still has a certain fighting strength, and a large number of knights and warriors who survived from the front have gathered. The resistance and fighting are still fierce, but the people in the city are very clear—

Wind's End is over.

Next, the entire Western Region will be completely shrouded in darkness.

boom!

Knight McCoy smashed down several wooden walls one after another, and staggered up again.

The armor on his body was already torn and completely stained with blood, but he couldn't tell how much of the blood belonged to the enemy and how much belonged to him.

After the smoke cleared, Knight McCoy took a few steps forward leaning against the wall, carefully identifying the orc corpse on the ground.

After confirming that the Orc Skull Crusher was silent, Knight Mack heaved a sigh of relief.

At this time, a sharp pain came from his body, and he couldn't help grinning.

"Cough cough... Are you alright?" At the other end of the alley, Viscount Custer limped over.

After seeing the corpse of the Skullbreaker on the ground, he paused with lingering fears, and then drew his sword and chopped off the opponent's head, as if he felt that it was safe.

"The city is broken... What are you going to do?" Viscount Custer asked blankly.

Knight McCoy picked up his long sword from the ground, but looked at the dense cracks on it, and threw it away. In the end, he could only find half of the long spear that was still usable, and said lightly:

"Kill orcs."

Viscount Custer looked at the death intent revealed in Knight McCoy's eyes, his face changed for a while, and finally said unwillingly:

"I'm going to Storm's End to see if the Duke of St. Grian is there!"

Hearing the name of Duke St. Grian, Knight McCall's eyes moved, but he soon returned to dead silence.

Perhaps for Knight McCall, the presence or absence of the Duke of St. Grian is no longer important.

Now that the army of orcs has entered the city, even if the Duke of St. Grian is still there, they cannot turn the tide.

Moreover, Knight McCoy didn't want to think about this name anymore.

They were summoned to Wind's Rest by the Duke of St. Grian, but if the Duke of St. Grian was not in the city himself...

Knight McCoy is deeply afraid that after he finds out the truth, the image of the once revered figure will completely collapse.

He didn't have much to lose, but he still wanted to leave a positive thought in his heart for the paladin who led his army upstream when everyone fled.

Viscount Custer looked at Knight McCoy who left silently, and didn't say much.

In this doomed city, both of them are just wretched creatures struggling in vain, trying to find some relief before they die.

...

The blood-colored sunset shone on the western capital, and smoke columns rose into the sky.

Countless screams, screams, and weeping came to the outside of the city along with the warm summer wind, and the smell of blood permeated the air, making the besieging orc soldiers restless.

They kept their eyes on the tall figure, hoping that their emperor could see their desire for blood and killing.

But Emperor Saruman didn't pay any attention to the eager soldiers around him. He just turned his attention to the direction of Wind's Rest City and watched the raging fire continue to spread in the city, devouring more and more lives.

Finally, a messenger ran to Saruman the Great, knelt down on one knee, and reported:

"Your Majesty! We have already invaded Storm's End Fort. There are only a few guards and servants in the fort, and the people of the Saint Grian family have already run away!"

"Run?" The corner of Saruman's mouth was slightly upturned, both sarcastic and regretful, "Where else can you go?"

Emperor Saruman took a step forward, and the earth trembled and moaned under his heavy body, yin:

"Warriors of the Orcs, kill me all the humans in this city! Dedicate their heads to the supreme God of Destruction!"

"waaaaaaaaaagh!"

In the roar of the earth-shattering roar, an army of orcs swept towards Wind's Breath City like a raging tide.

...

In the dim alley, Knight McCoy found a bloody piece of meat from the body of an orc soldier.

He didn't know what kind of meat it was, but even if it might be part of a fellow human being, Knight McCoy, who was so hungry, had no choice.

He stuffed the meat into his mouth and swallowed it whole.

Resisting the urge to vomit, Knight McCoy tried his best to adjust his slow breathing.

After regaining some physical strength, Knight McCoy moved forward cautiously.

Another group of orc soldiers passed by, and Knight McCoy hid in the shadows, looking at the huge size of the Skullbreaker at the head, hesitated for a while, but did not rush out.

Although he has a will to die, Knight McCoy will not act recklessly.

If he wants to kill as many orcs as possible, he must choose a clever way of fighting.

Climb over the courtyard wall and come to an empty courtyard.

Hearing the chewing sound, Knight McCoy took a few steps forward carefully, and then found the orc soldier who was feasting on a corpse.

Chi!

Knight McCoy stabbed with his spear, but he didn't expect the orc with his throat pierced to let out a desperate roar.

The hurried footsteps kept approaching, Knight McCoy calmly discerned the direction, climbed over the courtyard wall again, and got into the alley.

After fleeing for a while, Knight Mack threw off his tail behind him.

He adjusted his breathing, his eyes wandering around, like an old and ruthless hunter looking for his next prey.

But then, his eyes froze.

Because, he saw a tall figure, the culprit who brought infinite catastrophe and pain to the people of the Western Region—

Orc Emperor, Saruman!

Knight McCoy's eyes instantly turned red, and his breathing became rapid.

But soon, he forced himself to calm down.

Although he knew that he was going to die, Knight McCoy couldn't look away.

He knew that if he left carefully, continued his previous strategy, and continued to assassinate the lonely orc soldiers, he should still be able to pull a few more backs before he died.

But at this moment, looking at the figure of Saruman the Great, there was an irresistible impulse surging in Knight McCoy's heart.

dash forward!

Even if he were to die in front of this Sanctuary Skull Crusher, Knight Mack would have his blood splashed on Saruman's face!

Let him know that there is no shortage of knights in the West who dare to draw swords to the Skullbreaker in the Sanctuary!

Knight McCoy bowed his waist, hesitating for a cheetah ready to prey.

Then, he rushed out like lightning!

At this moment, the pain all over his body could no longer affect the movements of Knight McCoy. He seemed to have regained his fighting power at his peak. Half of the spear in his hand was like a blood-colored dragon. And go!

Closer, closer!

Knight McCoy has already seen the gaze cast by Saruman the Great, which is the contemptuous gaze of an elephant looking at an ant.

But Knight McCoy didn't flinch in the slightest. At the last moment of his life, he had decided to burn himself and show the splendid brilliance that belonged to the Knights of the West!

In a trance, Knight McCoy seemed to see a sudden burst of dazzling brilliance from the setting sun on the horizon. In the scorching light, a huge golden-billed kite was swooping down.

The world suddenly became quiet, and even the wind stopped.

In the pupils of the McCoy Knight, who had already been willing to die, an incomparably radiant figure was clearly reflected——

Duke of St. Grian!