The Original Vampire

No matter how long the darkness is, the dawn will eventually come.

Without the sun and dawn, this dawn in Silvermoon City looks gloomy.

The sky was grey, as if it was about to snow.

The air pressure was very low, so low that it was hard to breathe, and the panic-stricken Eastern soldiers just wanted to find something to vent.

Murder is undoubtedly the best option.

Silvermoon City has become a sea of ​​blood and fire.

The screams and screams were intertwined into a scene of hell on earth.

However, the slaughter of the soldiers in the east has completely aroused the anger that the half-elf people have suppressed for a long time. More and more civilians have also joined the battle, fighting the evil invasion with various things that are not even weapons. By.

The battle at the half-elf palace was the worst.

Countless crazy Eastern soldiers climbed like ants over the not-so-tall palace wall and killed them.

But the half-elf guards in the palace are still fighting back tenaciously, defending the last pure land in their hearts and guarding the queen of their half-elf family.

Over time, Marquis Vincent also became more and more restless.

He kept asking heralds to pass his orders to the front line, and he kept mobilizing troops from outside the city and sending them into the city, trying to completely pierce the last layer of obstacles in front of him.

"What did Auston do? Why hasn't the palace been captured?"

"Lord Marquis, Viscount Oston said that the half-elf resistance in the palace is very fierce, and our troops in the city are constantly being attacked, and more and more soldiers are dying in..."

Chi!

Marquis Vincent chopped off the head of the herald with one sword. Then, with his red eyes, he ordered a squire beside him:

"You go to Viscount Auston with his head now, and tell him that I will give him one more hour at the end. If the task cannot be completed on time, I will kill him!"

"Yes!"

The squire picked up the bloody head and hurriedly walked down the city head towards the palace.

at this time,

Marquis Vincent's face suddenly felt a cold breath.

He looked up and saw a little snowflakes floating in the sky at some point in time.

At the same time, a sentry stumbled to the top of the city and reported with a panicked expression: "Lord Marquis, cavalry, the black cavalry has appeared!"

Marquis Vincent suddenly changed color and turned his head suddenly to look outside Silvermoon City.

The sky in the south of the city was already shrouded in billowing smoke and dust, and then the ground began to tremble, as if a group of ancient beasts were rushing towards them.

Shock and fear instantly drowned Marquis Vincent's reason.

The sword of Damocles hanging above his head was finally cut off!

"Lord Marquis? Lord Marquis?" Seeing Marquis Vincent standing still, the sentry couldn't help but reminded.

Then Marquis Vincent came back to his senses and calmed down the panic in his heart. He immediately ordered: "Send an order outside the city, form a formation on the spot, and prepare to fight!"

"Yes!"

In fact, in order to guard against the black cavalry that might come out from behind, the Pegasus Legion did not put all its troops into the siege this time, and at least half of the troops stayed outside the city.

Of course, after seeing that the palace could not be attacked for a long time, Marquis Vincent still dispatched some troops from outside the city to enter the city.

But at this time, outside the city, there were at least 20,000 Eastern Border troops.

Under the order of Marquis Vincent, they immediately formed a dense gun formation and erected a huge shield, ready to meet the impact of the black cavalry.

With the earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves, the densely packed black cavalry army was like a moving city wall, quickly covering the field of vision of the soldiers in the east.

In an instant, all the sounds in the world disappeared, leaving only one neat note.

At the head of Silver Moon City, Marquis Vincent's face instantly turned pale.

The Marquis of the Eastern Realm, who had put all his net worth on his head and was ready to gamble with Colin, regretted it uncontrollably at this time.

After occupying the right time and place in Shadow Canyon and successfully annihilating the main force of the Black Cavalry, Marquis Vincent was very proud for a while.

It is inevitable to give birth to the feeling that all heroes in the world are nothing more than this.

It was not until this time, when he was really facing the charge of the Black Cavalry, that he understood how terrifying this invincible No. 1 army in the North was.

The galloping warhorse made the earth shake, and the thunderous sound of horse hooves hit everyone's heart, making them breathless.

Those who haven't seen this scene with their own eyes will never be able to imagine what kind of terrifying aura they have when an elite cavalry like the Black Cavalry charges up.

Looking down from the head of the city, it was like a black torrent bursting the embankment, rushing forward with an unstoppable momentum.

At this time, Ke Lin was at the head of this black torrent.

In a trance, he seemed to return to the moment half a year ago, when he followed Marquis Garcia and led 3,000 heavily armored cavalry to break through the army of trolls on the ice field in the sky.

This feeling of invincibility and invincibility is the same as before.

The only difference is that the black cavalry now belongs to his army!

"Zhang Gong! Zhang Gong!"

The hoarse roars of the officers came from the Eastern Border Army formation.

With the humming of the bowstrings, the black arrows rose from the eastern army formation into the sky, mixed with a scalp-numbing whizzing sound, and fell into the queue of the black cavalry.

However, those who charged in the front row of the Black Cavalry were all heavy cavalry wearing full-body armor.

These five hundred heavy cavalry were like a steel shield, blocking all incoming arrows.

After two rounds of arrow rain, the black cavalry's forward had come to a distance of about a hundred paces in front of the Eastern Border Army formation.

At the next moment, the most visually striking scene in this battle will be staged.

Colin clamped the lance tightly under his right arm, took a deep breath and held his breath for the impending collision.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, even overshadowing the rumbling of hooves.

The cavalry forward of the Black Cavalry finally slammed into the formation of the Eastern Frontier infantry.

At this moment, the shield broke and the gun broke.

Countless lives disappeared like fireworks.

The blood was like cheap dye, splattered freely.

The screams and fractures were endless.

In the cruel and bloody scene, the terrifying impact of the cavalry was immediately revealed.

The neat shield wall was torn apart at the moment of collision, creating countless gaps.

The follow-up light cavalry did not waste the life and blood of the heavy cavalry in front of them. They almost stepped on the corpses of the enemy and their comrades, swarmed in from various gaps, and kept slaughtering the eastern army.

Marquis Vincent at the head of the city has closed his eyes in pain.

From the moment the shield wall in front of the Eastern Border Army was smashed, the outcome of this battle was already determined.

At this time, he really understood why his father was so afraid of the northern army.

This black cavalry army, born from the continuous bloody battle with the troll empire, is simply not something that the eastern army, which has been in peace for a long time, can compete with.

Opening his eyes again, Marquis Vincent saw a blood-stained northern knight who was cutting off the pure white horse flag of the St. Pros family with one sword.

The tide is gone.