The First Vampire

The pitch-black winter night, cold and silent.

Silver Moon City, like a massive beast, quietly lies beneath the dark night sky.

Outside the city, the great Eastern army constantly maneuvers, gathering almost all their soldiers outside the South Gate.

The movements couldn’t be concealed from the Half-Elves inside the city. Of course, Marquis Vincent had no intention to withhold this information either.

By this point in the battle, both sides have laid their cards on the table.

Colin dug a pit and taunted, “Come in!”

Marquis Vincent’s response was, “I’m coming in!”

Colin, worried about his homeland in the North Territory, was reluctant to drag out the battle.

Whereas, Marquis Vincent couldn’t afford to stall.

Thus, under this mutual understanding, both sides finally prepared to engage in a head-on duel.

Overall, the situation still favors the Half-Elves.

However, the East has no choice but to fight. They have no better option as having a gate to pass through is better than climbing over city walls.

Marquis Vincent knew the South Gate must be heavily fortified, and the unpredictable Dark Cavalry could strike from behind at any moment.

But he was still willing to risk it all.

A large-scale cavalry like the Dark Cavalry wouldn’t choose to fight at night, as darkness would significantly weaken their combat power.

As long as they breach the Half-Elves’ blockade at the South Gate before dawn, the Pegasus Army could seize Silver Moon City and turn the tide of the war.

The moonlight was cold, and the air gradually became tense and heavy.

Approaching midnight, a fire broke out inside the South Gate of Silver Moon City, followed by a burst of war cries.

Not long after, the stone blocks blocking the gate were slowly removed, revealing the pitch-black gate, eerie and profound, it was unclear if it led to hell or heaven.

Marquis Vincent’s eyes instantly became extremely sharp, he ordered loudly, “Issue the military order, attack the city!”

Wooh―

The sound of the military horn rang out, as if awakening the sleeping earth.

Countless Eastern warriors charged towards the opened South Gate, shouting their battlecries.

The final battle had officially begun.

As expected, the Eastern warriors who just charged into the city gate immediately encountered the very well-prepared Half-Elf Army.

Arrows rained down like a torrential downpour, turning the narrow gateway into a meat grinder, constantly cutting down the Eastern soldiers.

However, as soon as the soldiers in the front fell, those from the East rushed in from behind, like tireless, fearless beasts, rushing towards the Half-Elves’ position.

At the same time, the Eastern soldiers outside the city were setting up ladders on the southern city wall, attempting to send more troops into the city.

But on the city walls, they faced tenacious resistance from the Half-Elf Army.

Colin’s strategy was to leave only one gate for the East to enter the city. In this way, he could control the rate at which the enemy sent troops into the city, so that the Half-Elf garrison would not be overwhelmed.

As for the South City Wall, it could not fall.

At least not this early.

Queen Isa also understood that tonight’s battle would be the final one. She personally came to the South Gate to boost the morale of the Half-Elf garrison.

Even Vera had come, hiding in the back and continually casting spells, killing the Eastern troops charging in from the South Gate.

By now, the corpses inside the South Gate had piled up into a small hill. The Eastern soldiers rushing from the rear had to climb over their comrades’ bodies to reach the enemy’s position.

The rampant flow of blood formed rivulets. The fragility and cheapness of life were fully displayed here.

Looking at his subordinates who were unable to break through the blockade at the South Gate, Marquis Vincent became increasingly restless.

He knew that in this battle, he had no way out.

So, the Eastern Marquis, regardless of his subordinates’ dissuasions, put on armor, led his personal guards, and rushed into the South Gate himself.

The personal involvement of Marquis Vincent on the battlefield was an enormous boost to the morale of the Pegasus Army. After all, he was the legitimate eldest son of the St. Prowse family, the future leader of the Eastern Territory.

Such stature and prestige were enough to inspire countless eastern warriors to give their lives for him willingly.

Instantly, the pressure on the half-elf defenders greatly increased.

Finally, after a bloody battle that lasted over three hours, the eastern army finally took complete control of the South Gate. However, they had suffered unimaginable casualties in the process.

With the gate lost, the southern city walls soon gradually fell under the control of the Eastern Army.

However, the battle was far from over.

What was to come was even more dangerous and brutal — street-to-street combat.

The half-elf defenders turned the familiar streets and alleys of Silver Moon City into a deadly trap.

From inside the wooden houses, long spears kept stabbing out, knocking down any eastern warriors walking past.

Arrows shot out from various hidden corners, leaving the Easterners defenseless.

The eastern warriors, who were still basking in the joy of capturing the South Gate, were caught off guard.

The tenacity of the half-elf defenders disillusioned them, making them realize that fully occupying this city would come with a much heavier cost.

At this moment, Marquis Vincent stood atop the southern city tower. The previous battles had smeared his body with blood, and his armor had several faults. Evidently, he was injured.

But at this point, he had no time to care about his wounds.

Summoning the orderly officer, Marquis Vincent commanded, “Order the troops not to entangle too much with the defenders. Have them quickly advance through the Southern City and seize the half-elf palace as soon as possible!”

“Yes!”

“Also, notify the large camp outside the city to send in another ten thousand soldiers!”

“Yes!”

But at this moment, Viscount Auston urgently advised, “My lord, we mustn’t move the troops from outside the city rashly! Don’t forget, the Dark Cavalry has not shown itself yet.”

Marquis Vincent’s eyes almost seemed to spit fire as he fiercely retorted,

“Of course I know the Dark Cavalry hasn’t moved! But, if we manage to occupy the palace first and capture Queen Isa, Viscount Angler, and others, the Black Cavalry will yield without a fight!”

Viscount Auston opened and closed his mouth, wanting to persuade further, but upon catching the cold gleam in Marquis Vincent’s eyes, he could only accept his orders. The marquis commanded, “Viscount Auston, I want you to seize the palace before dawn. If you fail to complete this task, do not come back to see me!”

“Yes…” Viscount Auston uttered with a glum face before taking his leave.

As Marquis Vincent stood atop the city wall of Silver Moon City, staring into the pitch-black night outside the city, he murmured to himself, “Viscount Angler, when are you planning to hide your Black Cavalry?”

Meanwhile, Colin was standing atop the palace wall, gazing at the southern district of the city, engulfed in fighting and filled with screams, his heart was cold as ice.

This time, in order to swiftly defeat the Pegasus Army, his plan had indeed inflicted heavy casualties among the half-elves.

However, he had no regrets.

This was a do-or-die battlefield, no place for excessive mercy.

Moreover, the half-elf clan was indeed in need of such a bloody battle for their rebirth.

At most, Colin would have to compensate this race more, later on.

Of course, this was only if the half-elves would continue to follow in his footsteps and fight for him in his conquests.

Shifting his gaze away, Colin no longer paid attention to the ongoing battle within Silver Moon City.

Because what was about to come next, was the real decisive moment.

Whoo-

One of the eastern warriors close to the palace looked up in surprise, only to see a dark figure spreading its massive bat wings, and then soaring from the palace walls into the sky toward the city’s outer reaches.

Caught in a daze, an arrow shot out from a dark corner and pierced through his throat before he could react.

“HeHe”

As he fell to the ground, the eastern warrior was still pondering

Was that figure he just saw an angel or a devil?