The First Vampire

Chapter 588: 586 Siege_1
 

“Count, the Holy Mountain of the Troll Empire is just ahead.”

Colin reined in his war horse, squinted his eyes, and gazed at the towering mountain range ahead. He nodded and said,

“Have we confirmed the whereabouts of the White Wolf Witch King?”

“Confirmed. The White Wolf Witch King is accompanied by only a hundred and thirty Wolf Cavalry soldiers. They ascended the mountain early this morning. Our scout cavalry have scoured the surrounding hundred kilometers several times and found no other troll armies.”

Colin nodded with satisfaction, “Good, let’s wait here at the foot of the mountain for the White Wolf Witch King to finish his last ceremony in peace.”

“Yes, sir.”

The army continued to advance, but the orderly officer was quickly back in front of Colin, reporting:

“Count, a troll has appeared at the base of the mountain ahead.”

“One?” Colin asked in confusion, looking at the orderly officer. “A scout?”

The orderly officer shook his head, “No, by his looks… it seems to be… Prince Otto…”

“The Holy Warrior Otto?” Colin was taken aback and then asked, “Did he not leave after seeing the army?”

“No. He just stood there, alone, facing an entire army…”

“What is he trying to do?” Colin mused to himself.

At this moment, his curiosity exceeded his fear.

After all, to play it safe, he had brought along the entire Blood Knight Army.

He assumed that even if Prince Otto was escorting the Witch King, he would retreat after seeing the Blood Knight Army, but now it seems the situation isn’t quite as expected…

However, Colin wasn’t overly nervous.

After all, against a formidable cavalry like Blood Knight Army, unless the White Wolf War God himself descended from the heavens, no single troll could defeat them, even if it is a Holy Warrior, it wouldn’t work.

So, what on earth is Prince Otto trying to do?

“Form a battle line, prepare to engage the enemy!”

Despite his bewilderment, Colin still issued the battle command.

No matter what this troll Holy Warrior intended to do, now that he had offered himself up, Colin was not going to stand on ceremony.

Whoo-

A mournful horn sounded across the ice plain.

With the trembling of the earth, streams of dark flood spread out, finally converging at the foot of the Holy Mountain, surrounding the solitary figure.

Prince Otto still stood there expressionless, as if what swirled around him was not the first iron cavalry of the North Territory, but just an annoying swarm of ants.

His eyes were cold and resolute, staring straight forward, as though he could see through the layers of army surround, and fix on the figure that had thrust the Troll Empire into the depths of despair.

Colin looked at Prince Otto from a distance. Although he couldn’t see Otto’s expression, he could feel the intense killing intent washing over him.

A sense of foreboding stirred in his heart, but Colin couldn’t figure out what the trolls could possibly do.

Then his eyes rested on the towering mountain peak-could it be the White Wolf Witch King?

But even with the White Wolf Witch King, they would not possibly be able to annihilate over 20,000 of the Blood Knight Army.

This was beyond the capacity of mortals and could be classified as a divine sign.

If the White Wolf Witch King had such divine power with the Holy Warrior, the Troll Empire would have eradicated the Dark Cavalry and conquered the North Territory long ago, not like now, struggling to survive?

Although he couldn’t figure it out, Colin, out of caution, still immediately mobilized a cavalry unit to rush towards the mountain, intending to slaughter the White Wolf Witch King no matter what trick was being played.

Perhaps noticing the commotion of the Blood Knight Army, the previously silent Prince Otto suddenly let out a roar:

“Colin Angler, meet your death!”

Like a thunderclap on a clear day, a stream of wild energy radiated in all directions from Otto as the center.

The wind and snow in the sky swirled forming a shape of a white wolf.

Though it was a mere phantom, the oppressive force that seemed as real as physical matter rushed at them. For a moment, every member of the Blood Knight Army felt they were facing a prehistoric beast that had suddenly awakened from a long slumber.

Roar-

Prince Otto made his move.

There was movement in the swirling snowstorm as well, sweeping towards the Blood Knight Army’s formation.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

One man, against an army, showed no signs of being at a disadvantage.

“Kill!”

At the command, the outer ring of the Blood Knight Army continued to circle and roam, maintaining their horse speed, however, the inner circle had already divided into numerous cavalry squads, one team per hundred cavalry. From all directions, they simultaneously launched their charge towards Prince Otto.

Bang!

The White Wolf phantom collided with the frontmost cavalry squad, instantly causing blood to splatter in all directions.

The hundred-odd Blood Knight soldiers were like colliding with a huge mountain, both horse and man shattering on impact. Their sturdy armor didn’t help them withstand such a terrifying impact.

However, the battle was far from over.

Before Prince Otto could catch his breath, the next cavalry squad was already charging towards him.

Bang!

Prince Otto’s body turned into a ray of white light, directly smashing through the cavalry squad. Fresh blood continuously spurted out, covering him in red.

Even his white wolf phantom seemed to be tinged with blood.

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

Wave after wave of the Blood Knights launched desperate attacks on Prince Otto.

They then turned into clouds of blood fog amidst the blizzard.

However, under the military order, no one retreated.

The current bloody situation could not shake the determination of the Blood Knights. They had seen more brutal, bloodier scenes and understood what kind of opponent they were facing.

From the day of their inception, this army was created to confront the enemies of the North. Every soul was etched with hatred for the Trolls.

Now facing the sacred powerhouse of the Troll tribe, the Blood Knights were not afraid, but excited!

They wanted to use their bodies, mortal souls, to thoroughly defeat the sacred powerhouse!

What if he is a Holy Warrior?

Caught in the encirclement of the Blood Knights, the only outcome was death in battle!

Bang!

Bang!

…

Prince Otto’s eyes had turned red from the killing.

Around him, blood was flowing freely and bodies were spread all over the ground.

He couldn’t remember how many waves of cavalry he had already defeated. However, after each defeat, a new formation of cavalry would immediately charge at him as if the Blood Knights were not even afraid of death.

Bang!

He broke the cavalry formation once again.

However, this time, Prince Otto realized that his hands were beginning to tremble.

Moreover, he had only dispersed the charging cavalry, not killed all of them. Out of a hundred or so cavalry, around thirty to forty managed to awkwardly escape.

From the initial momentum, after ten or so fearless charges by the Blood Knights, this Holy Warrior of the Trolls finally started to show signs of fatigue.

However, Prince Otto still had no intention of running away; there wasn’t a hint of wavering in his bloodshot eyes.

Thud, thud, thud…

A new round of cavalry charge arrived.

…

At the summit of Holy Mountain.

The White Wolf Witch King Squin slowly took off his robes, standing naked in the snowstorm.

His hunched body was almost skin and bones, but on the wrinkled, old skin were densely packed, bizarre lines.

Squin closed his eyes and whispered unintelligible spells under his breath, making a twisted symbol with his hands on his chest.

Then, the lines on Squin’s skin began to glow white. The light grew brighter and brighter, making the sun pale in comparison.

At the same time, Squin became more hunched as if something heavy was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to straighten his waist.

Gradually, the snowstorm in the world around him seemed to become even more violent.