The First Vampire

Chapter 154: After 154 battles_1

Translator: 549690339

Snowflakes were falling thick and fast, but they couldn’t completely obscure the extremely bloody scene.

The area outside the South Gate of Silver Moon City had become a slaughterhouse.

The Eastern Territory’s Army had fallen apart completely; it was inundated by the tide-like cavalry, who passed through horizontally and vertically. In the blink of an eye, the soldiers of the Eastern Territory were drowned in the military formation. Under the swing of their sabers, the Eastern officers and soldiers had become helpless lambs, there to be slaughtered.

“Drop your weapons, kneel down, and you won’t be killed!”

“Drop your weapons, kneel down, and you won’t be killed!”

The desperate soldiers of the Eastern Territory surrendered on their knees, dropping their weapons, on hearing the call for surrender from the Dark Cavalry.

Unfortunately, what they didn’t realize was that Colin had promised Knight Logh no one from the Pegasus Army would be spared.

The blood of the Dark Cavalry from Shadow Gorge could only be repaid with the blood of the Pegasus Army.

Thump, thump, thump.

Colin climbed to the top of the city wall and approached Marquis Vincent, who was now surrounded by the northern soldiers.

“Colin Angler! Come on, if you dare, duel with me!”

Marquis Vincent wildly waved his sharp sword, his face filled with madness.

“A duel with me?” Colin sneered, “You, a defeated general, are worthy?”

“What did you say?!” Marquis Vincent exploded, “I’m not worthy? Haha, I’m not worthy? What are you? I am the eldest son of the St. Prowse family; you’re merely the son of a country Baron, how dare you say I’m not worthy?”

Colin’s face remained unchanged in face of this humiliation.

The rantings of a defeated man were merely an impotent outlet in the eyes of a victor.

“Yes, indeed. The esteemed first son of the St. Prowse family, how could you lose to the son of a rural Baron? If I were you, I would have killed myself long ago to avoid tarnishing the honor of the Holy Knight family.”

“Ah ah ah – I’ll kill you!!!”

Marquis Vincent roared and rushed towards Colin.

Knight Logh stepped forward to block him, shouting loudly, “You are not qualified to challenge Viscount Angler to a duel, fight me instead!”

“And what are you?”

Marquis Vincent was now in a frenzy, swinging his sword wildly in an attempt to cut Knight Logh to pieces.

However, his mind was in chaos, and his fighting was completely disorganized. Logh easily suppressed him.

After a while, Colin lost interest.

Both Knight Logh and Marquis Vincent were of the fourth rank, but Marquis Vincent had lost his composure. He was also injured during his previous charge on the South Gate, so he was no match for Knight Logh now.

Colin casually watched this duel with no suspense, while listening to a preliminary report of the battle from his subordinates.

Although the Dark Cavalry had achieved a total victory in this battle, they had also paid a considerable price.

Of the eight thousand Dark Cavalry who escaped from the Shadow Gorge, only about six thousand remained.

But they had successfully defeated an Eastern army of more than twenty thousand men. If you add the forty thousand strong army previously led by Viscount Auston, it totals to sixty thousand.

Also, the Eastern army trapped in Silver Moon City wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

It can be said that the Pegasus Army of the St. Prowse family from the Eastern Territory, had been completely wiped out in the Half-Elf Kingdom.

Just as Colin was listening to a report on the battle’s results, Marquis Vincent had already suffered a defeat.

The Knight Logh held his longsword to Marquis Vincent’s throat and turned to ask Colin, “My lord, how should we handle him? Please give your command.”

Colin touched his chin and said, “We cannot kill him yet. We need him to ransom for Marquis Garcia.”

“Yes sir.”

Knight Logh nodded in agreement. He summoned his attendant to disarm Marquis Vincent’s weapons and armor and used a heavy chain to bind his hands and feet.

Colin nodded in satisfaction, stood up, and said, “Let’s go, it’s time to end this battle.”

At this moment, the fighting was still ongoing in Silver Moon City. Chaos was everywhere, especially at the Half-Elf Palace, where Viscount Auston was desperately commanding the Eastern Army to attempt an breakthrough into the palace.

However, as soon as the news that the Eastern army outside the city had been crushed and Marquis Vincent had been captured, the Eastern warriors inside Silver Moon City lost their will to fight. They dropped their weapons and surrendered on their knees.

Seemingly wishing to humiliate Marquis Vincent deliberately, Colin tied him to a cross and dragged him behind a horse from the South Gate all the way to the Royal Palace.

The half-elf citizens along the way, seeing the miserable state of this Marquis from the East, all scorned and cursed him loudly.

Even some dared to discreetly pick up stones from the roadside to throw at Marquis Vincent.

Of course, Colin didn’t attempt to stop the half-elves’ actions. He wanted the hatred between Silver Moon City and the East to be deep-rooted.

Seeing Colin not stopping them, more and more half-elf citizens began throwing stones at Marquis Vincent.

Poor Marquis Vincent, who had never been humiliated in this way, fainted in anger.

By the time they reached the Half-Elf Palace, Queen Isa was already waiting at the palace gate.

Colin dismounted his horse, instructed his men to revive Marquis Vincent, then dragged the Eastern Marquis, who looked like a dead dog, in front of Queen Isa.

He made a bow with a hand on his chest and announced loudly, “Congratulations to Her Majesty the Queen! Under your wise leadership, the Half-Elf Army has successfully defeated the Eastern Pegasus Army!”

Queen Isa responded with a bright smile, “This honor is also thanks to your contribution and the bravery of our countless fearless half-elf warriors. I’m proud of you all!”

Then she turned her gaze towards Marquis Vincent, her eyes freezing cold, “Marquis Vincent, you have disregarded the friendship between our nations and brutally killed countless half-elf citizens. Your crime is unforgivable. As the Queen of the Half-Elves, I demand that you go to the Public Cemetery of the Half-Elf Kingdom to atone for your sins.”

Marquis Vincent, full of contempt, was about to curse, but Colin, from beside him, quickly punched him in the face.

Then he casually answered for him, “Of course, Marquis Vincent would be very willing to atone for his crimes.”

Marquis Vincent, mouth full of blood, was half-dead lying on the ground, groaned a few times in agreement.

The half-elf nobles were shocked and suddenly came to a realization– From now on, the Half-Elf Kingdom could possibly rely only on the North Territory.

Queen Isa did not seem to mind offending the Eastern Territory in the slightest.

Rather than looking at Marquis Vincent, who was in an extremely miserable state, she walked towards the half-elf soldiers gathered outside the palace.

The time to show…no, to comfort her soldiers had arrived.

Snowflakes fell on Queen Isa’s hair and shoulders, giving her a sign of purity.

With this great victory, Queen Isa’s prestige in the Half-Elf Kingdom had reached an unparalleled height.

As she slowly approached, the half-elves gathered outside the palace cheered in fervor.

The boiling atmosphere seemed to be melting all the snow in the sky.

From this day forward, the half-elf race has finally shed its image of weakness and fearing battles, and was reborn through bloodshed.