The First Vampire

When the sun beamed warmly once again, plumes of thick smoke began to rise from Thorn Mountain.

It was the end of autumn and the start of winter, a dry season, and the abundance of fallen leaves and dead branches on the mountain exacerbated the fire’s intensity, making it unstoppable.

From above, the foot of Thorn Mountain was already enveloped by winding Fire Dragons and rapidly spreading uphill.

Those who had experienced a fire would understand that while the fire was terrifying, the dense smoke it emitted was even more horrifying.

It was indeed the real culprit with the most lethal impact.

As the fire and thick smoke continuously surged towards the peak, screams, horses’ protests, and shouts filled the mountains, causing Thorn Mountain to instantly churn with hysteria.

The army on the mountain could no longer continue to hide and without waiting for the command from their officers, they all rushed down the mountain in a frantic rush.

At the foot of the mountain, the Pegasus Army was ready for them.

However, when the first soldier emerged from the raging fire, the Eastern warriors were stunned to discover that the uniform and armor he was wearing did not belong to the Dark Cavalry. In fact, he was not even human.

He was a Half-Elf!

As more and more Half-Elf soldiers rushed down the mountain, the Easterners were bewildered—wasn’t it said that it was the Dark Cavalry who were hiding atop Thorn Mountain?

Why were the ones now rushing out all Half-Elves?

Despite their confusion, the Easterners did not hesitate to let loose their arrows at the charred, rolling Half-Elves scattering about.

Information always travels slowly on the battlefield. The Eastern warriors hadn’t yet realized the severity of the situation, most of them were still thinking:

Perhaps, the Dark Cavalry emerged from another direction…

However, what they didn’t know was that at this point almost all of the escapees from Thorn Mountain were Half-Elves.

The key word being “almost”, because only in one direction at the southwestern foot of the mountain, did a brigade of the Dark Cavalry emerge.

Their numbers were small, only one hundred riders.

But this was already enough to stir excitement among the Eastern warriors stationed there, especially since there was a big fish in this brigade of the Dark Cavalry!

“It’s Colin Angler! Quick, don’t let him escape!”

Colin’s Dark Cavalry was charging downhill like a tiger, with an unstoppable momentum, fiercely crashing into the lines of the Pegasus Army.

Boom!

Blood splattered, limbs flew.

The battle was just beginning, and it had already entered its most brutal phase. However, the Dark Cavalry had too few men. Although they disrupted the defense line of the Pegasus Army, most of them were caught in the enemy’s traps, only a few cavalrymen managed to break through following Colin.

“Quick, notify the cavalry, pursuit!”

The Pegasus Army also had cavalry. They were few in number and not as well-known as the Dark Cavalry but sufficed in intercepting the scattered Dark Cavalry that broke the defense line at the foot of the mountain.

The sharp sound of whistles echoed continuously through the forest as squadrons of Eastern cavalry stationed outside Thorn Mountain started to assemble.

Colin and his men dared not look back as they continuously dashed into the dense forest, attempting to create difficulties for their pursuers.

However, there were too many pursuers.

Arrows continuously whizzed past them, often taking the lives of companions. After an unknown distance…

When Colin looked back, he discovered that he had only three Dark Cavalry soldiers left behind him.

However, the pursuers behind were like persistent maggots, impossible to shake off, and even the sharp whistling sound from ahead indicated the presence of the Eastern cavalry attempting to trap them.

Facing the hopeless situation, the last three Dark Cavalry soldiers exchanged looks, then unspokenly stopped their horses.

Hearing the sound, Colin hurriedly looked back only to see the three of them slowly turning their horses around, preparing to charge back.

“What are you doing?” “Lord Viscount, we will hold the pursuers off!”

Whistles echoed—

Colin immediately halted his warhorse and looked back at the three men.

“Viscount, you need to escape!”

But Colin shook his head, “I have promised you, I will fight with you until the last moment.”

“Viscount…”

“No more words. I just hope you don’t blame me for leading you to this death trap.”

“No, Viscount, we’re willing to sacrifice everything for your plan, as long as we can avenge the Shadow Gorge. Any price we pay would be worth it.”

At this moment, Colin didn’t know what to say.

Taking a deep breath, he swiftly drew his sword, roaring, “Rest assured, they all have to die!”

With Colin’s roar, the four warriors bravely rushed towards the Eastern cavalry, numbering in the hundreds.

Heroes are venerable, but they are not invincible.

Soon, among the four heroes, only Colin stood alone, surrounded by hundreds of Eastern cavalries.

“Viscount Angler, drop your weapon and surrender. We will treat you with respect as per the nobility’s principles. You can also write a letter home, let the

Angler family bring enough gold coins to redeem you.”

The foremost Eastern knight shouted at Colin, his face smug and triumphant.

His satisfaction, however, soon turned into shock.

Because Colin didn’t pay any attention to his persuasion to surrender, instead, Colin was casually pulling out arrows that pierced his body, one by one.

The Eastern knight frowned, clearly displeased by Colin’s disregard.

“Viscount Angler, stop your futile struggle. You’ve already lost this battle!”

“We have lost?” Colin finally spoke, his voice devoid of fear or disappointment, “So, do you think you’ve won?”

The Eastern knight was speechless; wondering if the smoke had addled the young Viscount’s brain, making him ask such a stupid question.

By this time, Colin had pulled all the arrows out of his body. He then pointed at the bodies of the three Dark Cavalry soldiers beneath his feet, asking, “With these brave warriors here, how can the East hope to win?”

The Eastern knight snorted coldly and strode forward, intending to bring the delusional Northern Viscount back to reality.

However, as he approached Colin, he realized that Colin’s aura was rapidly intensifying.

He almost felt as if Colin’s body was growing taller.

As it turned out, it was not an illusion.

Colin was really growing.

Crack!

The once fitting armor could no longer accommodate the expanding body and burst apart in an instant.

The Eastern knight was dumbstruck as he stared at the small giant before him, forgetting to run away for a moment.

“Do you think you’ve won?”

Colin opened his massive mouth and roared, slamming his fist down.

Thunk!

In an instant, flesh and blood splattered, and the Eastern knight was reduced to a pile of mush.

“Demo…Demon!”

The remaining Eastern cavalry soldiers were scared stiff, only realizing the need to flee when Colin, with his massive bat wings, pounced on them.

However, how could the ones on the ground outrun the one in the sky.

Transformed Colin, was like a reaper, relentlessly claiming life after life.

When the other Eastern cavalries arrived at the scene, all they found were pools of blood and dismembered corpses.

“What….what just happened here? A massacre?”