The First Vampire

Atop the Troll Royal City.

Prince Abbas had a foreboding feeling when he saw Modo the Second surrounded by a group of troll captives.

Although the Wolf Riders’ Guard had already charged out at the first sign of Prince Meruvi’s revolt, if Modo the Second were trapped on the spot, even if the Wolf Riders’ Guard managed to reach him, they would surely be entangled in the Dark Cavalry.

“We need to dispatch troops immediately to escort His Majesty back to the city!” Prince Abbas turned around and ordered the commander of the City Defense Force.

However, Prince Okamoto immediately voiced his objection: “Not possible! We no longer have any cavalry in our hands. Even if we rushed out of the city, it would be too late to escort His Majesty. Instead, we will bury the empire’s last elite unit and might even lead to the loss of the Royal City!”

“So you are ready to stand by and watch His Majesty be killed by the Dark Cavality?”

“The Dark Cavalry may not dare to kill His Majesty!” Countered Prince Okamoto, “But if the Royal City is lost, not only His Majesty but also you, me, the troll nobles, and the citizens of the Royal City will be killed by the Dark Cavalry!”

Prince Abbas was momentarily stumped, without a retort.

Moreover, he noticed that Prince Okamoto’s words had changed the expressions of the surrounding troll nobles.

Apparently, they all didn’t want the Dark Cavalry invading the Royal City.

In this moment of hesitation, the Dark Cavalry had already reached Modo the Second.

Though the Wolf Riders’ Guard also arrived, they were vastly outnumbered and quickly scattered by the Dark Cavalry.

Then, all the troll nobles on the city tower saw a sight they will never forget in their lifetime

Colin Angler struck off Modo the Second’s skull with a single swing of his sword!

All the trolls who saw this were stunned as if all sound in the world had vanished at that moment.

It seemed like a bizarre, terrifying nightmare that they couldn’t wake from.

Prince Okamoto clenched his fists, feeling as if his heart was about to leap out of his mouth.

When he saw the troll captives betray their own, he finally understood why Colin insisted on meeting Modo the Second outside the city.

It was an elaborate trap!

Poor Prince Okamoto had proposed assassinating Colin in a bid to atone for his sins, hoping to redeem his status in Modo the Second’s eyes.

But he never expected that Colin was also harboring assassination intentions, and his methods were so baffling that Okamoto couldn’t comprehend!

What did Colin promise those troll captives that they dared to conspire to kill the Emperor of the Troll Empire?

At this moment, the name Colin Angler, replacing Marquis Garcia, had been deeply etched in Prince Okamoto’s heart, becoming a nightmare he wouldn’t dare to confront in his lifetime.

Watching Colin, holding Modo the Second’s skull in one hand and waving it towards the Troll Royal City, Prince Abbas felt waves of fear and panic rising in his heart.

He turned abruptly, glaring furiously at Prince Okamoto, and roared: “Okamoto! Didn’t you say the Dark Cavalry wouldn’t dare to kill His Majesty! Open your eyes and take a good look, His Majesty died because of you!”

Prince Okamoto clenched his fists in silence, not uttering a word.

Witnessing the rage in Prince Abbas’s eyes which seemed ready to pierce him, Prince Okamoto suddenly calmed down.

He suddenly realized that Modo the Second’s death might be a good opportunity for him.

“Uncle Abbas, you’re right. So, to atone for my sins, I’m willing to go to the front of the Dark Cavalry and retrieve His Majesty’s remains from Colin Angler.”

Upon hearing what Prince Okamoto said, Prince Abbas was momentarily taken aback.

A troll noble whispered, “Prince Okamoto, you aren’t afraid that Colin, who’s on a killing spree, will also ”

“Then it would be what I deserve.” Prince Okamoto declared righteously.

Prince Abbas took a deep glance at Prince Okamoto, then he took a look at the Dark Cavalry strutting outside the city, nodding slowly:

“Very well, you can be the envoy. Remember, you not only need to redeem the remains of His Majesty and Prince Meruvi, but also ask clearly about the conditions of the Dark Cavalry’s withdrawal.”

“Yes, Uncle Abbas, I won’t let you be disappointed again.” Prince Okamoto saluted Prince Abbas, then descended from the city tower and walked alone towards the outskirts of the city.

For a moment, the lonely figure of Prince Okamoto slowly walking towards the seething Dark Cavalry encampment had a poetic sense of solemnity and coldness.

At this time, Colin was immersed in a wave of frenzy. The cheers of the Dark Cavalry warriors around him made him feel as if he was on cloud nine; the bloody skull in his hand symbolizing ultimate glory made him unavoidably smug.

Of course, he was not completely out of his mind.

So, when some hot-headed Dark Cavalry leaders wanted to charge into the Royal City of the Trolls, Colin decisively refused.

The Royal City of Trolls was still defended by fifty thousand elite troops, and the narrow terrain of the city was not conducive to the cavalry, it would be dangerous to carelessly charge in.

This time, they had already annihilated the one-hundred-thousand-strong Troll Southern armies, and killed the Troll King. Such achievements were already incredibly stunning, so it would be better to quit while ahead, to avoid getting more than they bargained for.

Just as Colin was about to order a withdrawal, he saw a lone figure walking out from the Royal City of the Trolls.

“Lord Viscount, it seems to be Prince Okamoto.”

“Hmm, let him pass.”

“Yes.”

Soon, Prince Okamoto stood before Colin.

Knowing that this Prince of the Southern Troll Empire was not highly skilled in combat, Colin waved his hand, signaling his men to temporarily retreat.

Prince Okamoto came close to Colin and respectfully saluted him.

Thump!

The skull of Modo the Second was casually tossed by Colin, rolling to the feet of Prince Okamoto.

Just right, those open dead eyes were staring directly at Prince Okamoto.

At the same time, Colin’s taunting voice came:

“Okamoto, how about you take the throne of the Troll Empire?”

Prince Okamoto abruptly raised his head, the fire of ambition in his eyes completely unveiled, but when he opened his mouth, he said something else:

“Lord Viscount, you overestimate me. I am not qualified to succeed to the throne of the Troll Empire.”

“Why?” Colin frowned, “Don’t you also have the surname Volkin?”

Prince Okamoto gave a bitter smile: “Lord Viscount, don’t forget, I had just lost a hundred thousand troops, and moreover, the plan for Modo the Second to meet and assassinate you ?the conspiracy was my idea

But now, it’s turned into this

I can’t shirk my responsibility for Modo the Second’s death.

Therefore, no matter what, the Troll nobles in the Royal City would never agree to let me become the next Emperor.”

Colin’s eyebrows raised lightly, as if he was contemplating something.

Then Prince Okamoto spoke again: “Lord Viscount, although I cannot inherit the throne, I have a more suitable successor, he might be more satisfactory to you.”

“Oh? Who?”

“Prince Abbas.”