The First Vampire

As Prince Okamoto’s low, firm voice echoed through the Parliament Hall, there was a moment of stunned silence among the Troll nobles.

Mo the Second’s eyes narrowed to a slit, a horrifying gleam flickered within them.

He stared intently at Prince Okamoto, kneeling before him, and asked in a slow, low tone:

“How will we kill him?”

An undeniable joy suddenly appeared on Prince Okamoto’s face, and he hurriedly responded:

“Your Majesty, Viscount Angler has deciphered our strategy this time and annihilated an army of 100,000. Such military exploits are enough to make him a rising star in the North Territory following Marquis Garcia.

However, he surely understands that the Troll’s Royal City cannot be conquered. This invitation for you to meet outside the city is probably due to his youthful arrogance, wanting to flaunt his achievements before you.

But, midst his triumph, Viscount Angler has forgotten his biggest weakness!”

“What weakness?” Mo the Second has come over to Prince Okamoto’s side, bending slightly, his expression filled with urgency.

Prince Okamoto’s eyes quickly sharpened, and he said coldly: “His forces lack higher-ranking warriors!”

“Higher-ranking warriors?”

“Yes, your Majesty!” Prince Okamoto continued, “Regarding the Dark Cavalry, I have a good understanding of them.

This is a terrifying army, but its terror lies in its incredibly high warfare proficiency, superb weapons and equipment, and formidable fighting will.

Of course, they wouldn’t be complete without the command of an excellent leader.

There’s no need to speak of Marquis Garcia, and now Colin Angler has also demonstrated command capabilities no less inferior.

However, the Dark Cavalry does have a flaw? there are not many high-level professionals within their ranks.”

Upon hearing this, the Troll nobles in the hall could not help but nod in agreement.

They were all too familiar with the Dark Cavalry.

They understood that on a real battlefield, high-level professionals are not of much use.

Unless one reaches the level of a Holy Field powerhouse, regular fifth, or even sixth-order professionals, would not dare to face the charge of thousands of elite cavalry.

Therefore, while the Dark Cavalry does not have many high-level professionals, they still remain as an undying nightmare for the Troll nobles.

Prince Okamoto continued, “According to previous intelligence, there are no sixth-order professionals in the Dark Cavalry, and two fifth-order knights. However, in the Battle of Shadow Gorge, one of the fifth-order knights was killed, while the other, who is Marquis Garcia himself, was captured by the Eastern Territory.

Therefore, the remnant Dark Cavalry led by Viscount Angler does not possess any fifth-order professionals.

Furthermore, I have investigated that the Angler family was previously a mere baron family with shallow roots, their highest-ranking family knight was only of the third order.

Only Viscount Angler has displayed the power of a fourth-order professional in Silver Moon City.”

Upon hearing this, Mo the Second understood what Prince Okamoto implied: “You mean, in this meeting, the guards by Colin’s side won’t be professionals above fourth order?”

Mo the Second didn’t doubt the accuracy of Prince Okamoto’s intelligence.

Because high-ranking professionals of fifth order or above were all renowned individuals, it was not difficult to investigate their status.

It was impossible for a previously unknown master to suddenly appear out of nowhere.

“Exactly!” Prince Okamoto’s eyes shone with a murderous intent, “Therefore, if you bring a warrior of the fifth order or above, you can use this meeting as an opportunity to kill Colin Angler!”

“No!” Prince Abbas immediately cried out to prevent this.

“Why not?” Prince Meruvi stood up to question without hesitation when he saw his old adversary objecting.

Prince Abbas looked seriously at Modo the Second, speaking in a solemn voice, “Your Majesty, Viscount Angler has presented a formal request to meet with you on the front lines of both armies. If you do not wish to see him, you can simply refuse.

However, if you accept his request for a meeting and then attempt to assassinate him, the reputation of the Troll Empire will be utterly ruined!”

Modo the Second’s face immediately darkened. He didn’t say anything for a long time, and his eyes flickered. He was clearly struggling internally.

Upon seeing Modo the Second’s hesitation, Prince Meruvi loudly exclaimed, “Now that the Troll Empire has come to this point, why do we even care about its damned reputation! I say we should take this opportunity to kill Colin Angler with a single blow!”

Prince Abbas sneered, “Meruvi, do you ever think before you speak? To discard the Empire’s credit and dignity for a Colin Angler.is it worth it?”

Modo the Second remained silent.

“Your Majesty!” Prince Okamoto couldn’t help but call out, “Allow me to escort you to this meeting. At that time, I will personally kill Colin Angler.

You just have to claim that I could not bear the previous defeat and thus killed him out of personal behavior and that it had nothing to do with the Empire.

You can even strip me of my royal status afterwards to apologize to the North Territory, dissociate from me and thus preserve the Empire’s credit and dignity.

I fully realize that my sin is unforgivable, so please give me a chance to atone.

I am willing to become your blade, to strike any enemy, even if it means being shattered to pieces!”

Modo the Second’s eyes seemed to be moved by Prince Okamoto’s impassioned speech.

However, he didn’t immediately agree.

Seeing this, Prince Meruvi snorted, saying, “Okamoto, you’re merely a third-rank Samurai, how could you possibly assassinate Colin Angler? How can you handle the important duty of protecting His Majesty?”

His words were blunt, but his gaze at Prince Okamoto softened considerably. He was apparently moved by Okamoto’s behavior.

Then, Prince Meruvi turned to Modo the Second, bowed seriously, and said, “Your Majesty, please allow me to escort you to this meeting.”

Apparently, this Western prince was prepared to sacrifice himself to assassinate Colin Angler.

Modo the Second’s eyes flickered. In a deep voice, he asked, “Is it worth it, Prince Meruvi, for the sake of killing Colin Angler?”

Prince Meruvi held his left hand over his heart, bowed slightly, and said, “Your Majesty, whether it’s worth it or not is your decision. I will only abide by your will!”

Modo the Second fell silent again.

Seeing this, Prince Okamoto spoke up again, “Your Majesty! I think it’s worth it!

Although the Dark Cavalry couldn’t possibly capture the Royal City, they could still wreak havoc within the Empire, inflicting significant harm. The current soldiers in the Royal City would be unable to stop the swift cavalry.

Moreover, Colin Angler’s demonstrated military talents, if given three to five years to develop, he could become another Marquis Garcia!

If we don’t seize this opportunity to get rid of him, the future of the Empire will probably become gloomy!”

Prince Okamoto’s words seemed to finally firm up Modo the Second’s resolution. The Troll Empire had been suppressed by Marquis Garcia for over twenty years. If another Garcia showed up

At this thought, Modo the Second took a deep breath, turned to Prince Meruvi, and ordered

“Prince Meruvi, I’ll trouble you to accompany me to meet this Colin Angler.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

Prince Abbas wanted to persuade him further, but Modo the Second had already turned around:

“Dismissed!”