The First Vampire

The night descends and dotted bonfires light up the bend of the Ben Liu River.

After a fierce battle, the humans finally secured the ultimate victory.

It was a pyrrhic victory.

More than half of the thousand-strong troops were killed in action, and all the survivors were wounded.

However, after this fight.

The morale of these miscellaneous soldiers underwent a qualitative change, almost as if they were transformed into a regular army after this baptism of blood and fire.

The camp was filled with the strong smell of blood and various mutilated corpses hadn’t been cleaned up yet.

But those who survived didn’t mind, savoring the rare hot meals and boasting about their valiant performances during the day.

Sael didn’t join in the lively conversations. Instead, he picked up a string of grilled fish and walked towards the tent in the heart of the camp.

His left foot seemed to be injured, he was limping and walked with difficulty.

However, such minor injuries were completely insignificant in this camp. A knight with his upper body wrapped in bandages was guarding the outside of the tent.

Sael knew he was a knight of the Angler family, possibly named Raymon.

This knight was leaning on his long sword, head bowed, eyes closed, as if repenting, and perhaps praying.

Sael passed by him without any reaction from the knight, who seemed like a statue.

“Miss Vera, would you like to eat something?”

“No need.”

Vera did not turn around, just softly declined.

Sael quietly lifted his head, only to see Vera’s graceful back and long white hair.

“You need to take care of your health, you have to eat something…”

Sael continued to persuade her, but Vera remained unresponsive, just blankly staring at the man who seemed to have fallen asleep in front of her.

That man was naturally Colin.

However, Colin was not pretending to be dead for sympathy at this moment.

He had really fallen into a deep sleep.

After all, his injuries were too severe and he had lost a lot of blood. Of course, he might have also been traumatized by the last scene that was not suitable for children…

In any case, Colin was completely asleep.

If he wasn’t breathing, everyone would probably think he was dead.

With such terrible injuries, no one expected Colin to survive.

In fact, the fact that he managed to hold on until now is already considered a miracle in the eyes of many.

Only Vera was unwilling to give up, she still bandaged Colin’s wounds and took attentive care of him without leaving his side.

Noticing that Colin’s lips were a little chapped, Vera quickly moistened a piece of gauze with water and gently wiped it on Colin’s mouth.

Seeing this, Sael was filled with jealousy and wished he was the one lying in bed being cared for by Vera.

“Miss Vera, let me take care of Knight Colin, you go take a rest.”

“No need.” Vera rejected Sael’s offer with a wave of her hand, motioning for the soldier to leave.

Sael had no choice but to bury his disappointment deep in his heart and leave the tent.

“Meow-”

Little White sneaked out of nowhere again, coming over to Colin’s side and lightly licking his cheek, as if trying to wake up its “human slave”.

Vera put down the gauze, and stared at Colin’s pale face for a long time.

Then, she crossed her hands over her chest, she made a gesture of prayer.

“O omnipotent Lord of Glory, please have mercy on this courageous and fearless knight! ”

This was the first prayer in Vera’s life.

Perhaps, she was also the first Mage who prayed to the Lord of Glory.

“If I am fortunate enough to witness your grace and mercy, then, for the rest of my life, I will devote myself to serving you!”

The woman Mage who had pursued the Arcane Truth her entire life was now willing to offer up her faith to a deity for a man!

Did the Lord of Glory hear this mage’s prayer?

Would he accept the conversion of such a heretic?

There were no beams of light descending from heaven.

No unexpected appearance of angels.

Colin did not miraculously awaken either.

It was as if nothing had happened…

Only Knight Blis, who just stepped outside the tent, suddenly stopped in his tracks, seemingly realizing he might have heard something he shouldn’t have.

Only after a long while, when no sound came from the tent, did Blis step forward again and walk in.

He too was seriously injured now.

His entire right arm had been severed and his body was wrapped in bandages, fresh blood seeping through.

However, he still wore his usual calm and indifferent expression, seemingly unconcerned about his injuries.

“Miss, the preliminary casualty record has been completed. In this battle, we lost four hundred and twenty-eight soldiers, and more than three hundred and fifty are seriously injured. The rest are lightly wounded…”

Vera had no concept of such casualty rate and just listened quietly.

But for an old warhorse like Knight Blis, this battle was an absolute miracle.

You see, such a casualty rate, even within the elite regular army, is enough to cause an entire army to collapse.

But these miscellaneous soldiers from the River Bay camp fought stubbornly to the end – and won.

Vera might have contributed to this, given her status is sufficiently inspiring.

But Blis knew that more so, it was Colin’s strategy of fighting a desperate battle that had worked.

Thinking of this, he looked at Colin on the bed with a gaze of admiration and regret, and asked:

“Miss, what should we do next?”

Upon hearing this question, Vera was a bit perplexed: “What’s your opinion?”

“Initially, two wolf cavalry units were pursuing us to Ben Liu River. Although we just defeated one of them, we are still not completely out of danger. The other wolf cavalry unit, notwithstanding our deceptive maneuvers, has crossed the river northward, but will likely soon realize the situation and turn back. However, the great victory we just achieved will surely make the enemy hesitate and doubt our true strength, afraid to chase us and engage in battle. Hence, I suggest we continue to defend at River Bay and send messengers to nearby cities to request reinforcements. As long as our reinforcements arrive before the trolls gather more pursuers, we will be safe.”

Vera fell silent.

She heard the uncertainty in Knight Blis’s words but had no better idea.

At that moment, she naturally turned her eyes to Colin, who was sleeping soundly.

If he could wake up, he surely would have had a better solution…

“Alright, let’s do as you suggested.”

“Yes!”

Leaving the tent, Blis walked with his head bowed.

He was considering which directions he should send messengers to for help, and how to avoid being intercepted by troll pursuers on the way…

“Clip-clop clip-clop…”

The sound of hooves interrupted Blis’s thoughts. He glanced up to see two riders galloping towards the camp.

He soon recognized one of them as one of his own scouts, but he did not recognize the other.

However, he did recognize the armor on the stranger!

This pure black standard armor, only one army in the entire Empire of Glory was equipped with it The Dark Cavalry!

A surge of joy welled up in Blis’s heart. He couldn’t help but glance back in the direction of the tent where Vera was, a thought flashed through his mind:

Did the Lord of Glory truly answer the Miss’s prayers?