The First Vampire

Chapter 48: 048 Sudden Attack_l

Translator: 549690339

When the first ray of dawn hit the ice plain, the snow abruptly stopped.

Colin, who was dozing off, felt a nudge from the person beside him. “What’s up? Is the fight starting?” Colin became alert in an instant.

“Yes!”

Earl Dawson, who was next to Colin, had a determined look on his face and was staring straight ahead.

Meanwhile, the orderly officer was rushing back and forth within the military formation, conveying the marquis’s military orders:

“Everyone mount up, prepare for battle!”

Accompanied by this command, the Dark Cavalry gradually woke up.

The warriors began checking their armors, harnesses, and weapons, and then under the urging of the officers, they mounted their horses and formed their formations.

As the sky grew brighter, rows of knights clad in black armor could already be seen neatly lined up on the ice plain.

The scent of impending massacre began to permeate the formation, and faint red lines of blood began to appear in pairs of eyes.

All exhaustion and cold disappeared at this moment.

All that was left were surging hot blood and uncontrollable violent emotions.

In the midst of it all, Colin was unavoidably affected by this atmosphere. His breathing gradually became heavy and his rationality began to recede.

A basic, raw, and bloody impulse that is rooted in all living creatures’ blood began to erupt.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what the true dominators and undefeated troops are!

The troll camp opposite was still as quiet as before. They were completely unaware that the reaper’s scythe was already quietly descending, and almost reaching their necks.

In the Dark Cavalry, everyone’s gaze turned to where the Black Lion Flag was.

Gazing at the figure of the man under the flag.

Like countless times before, without any sensational pre-battle speech, they all witnessed Marquis Garcia slowly pull out his sword from his waist, raise it high above his head, and suddenly point it forward!

In an instant, the deep horn sounded. “Hoo—”

The army began to surge forward.

It started with a slow trot, then gradually accelerated, and finally entered a state of maximum charge at the right distance.

As the elite cavalry of the North Territory, perhaps even of the Glorious Empire, this battle rhythm was thoroughly ingrained into the blood of every warrior of the Dark Cavalry, rendering any excessive command from the higher-ups unnecessary.

The thundering sound of horse hooves echoed across the ice plain, finally becoming the only sound between heaven and earth!

At this moment, the trolls finally awoke.

But most of the trolls hadn’t even fully roused from their dreams yet.

Even if some woke up, they didn’t even have time to eat breakfast, let alone equip their weapons and armor.

Countless trolls ran out of their tents in a fluster, bellowing incoherently, asking their equally bewildered peers what was happening.

The commander of the Wolf Cavalry, General Kwick, woke with a start and immediately realized something was wrong.

As he drew his sword and rushed out of the tent, he saw a guard running up to him in panic: “General, it’s bad! The enemy, the enemy is coming!”

Kwick knocked the guard down with a kick, then leapt onto the back of his wolf mount and scanned in the direction of the sound.

Then, his eyes widened to their utmost limit, as though they were about to split apart.

Because what he witnessed was a vast swarm of cavalry charging towards them!

Kwick’s first reaction was disbelief.

He had led troops in battles for many years, yet had never let such a large number of cavalry get so close before detection.

This peculiar situation almost subverted his understanding.

But the next moment, Kwick cast aside all incredulity.

Because he had clearly seen the Black Lion Flag fluttering in the wind.

The Dark Cavalry!

In an instant, Kwick’s blood froze.

He suddenly calmed down.

As if at this moment, the leader of the Wolf Cavalry saw his inescapable fate.

The light in his eyes completely faded, leaving only a deep stillness similar to death.

Kwick immediately grabbed a guard by the collar, growling:

“You must take a team of wolf cavalry and run southwest now! Keep running, never look back! You must inform Lord Gambick, the Dark Cavalry is coming! ” “But, but General, what about you…

The guard was still hesitant, but Kwick had already shoved him far away: “Go, get out of here!”

Then, Kwick pulled out his curved knife and, without any hesitation, rushed towards the direction of the Dark Cavalry.

The mournful sound of the horn finally echoed from the troll’s camp.

In the face of this sound, the Wolf Cavalry, the most elite warriors of the troll clan, although taken by surprise, hastily organized under Kwick’s lead, ready to face the coming battle.

But it was too late.

The Wolf Cavalry hadn’t had the chance to accelerate when they noticed that the vanguard of the Dark Cavalry had already crossed the not-so-far distance and reached them.

The human cavalry, full of killing intent, raised their steel knives diagonally under the morning sun, like a surging silver wave.

Then, this fierce wave of attack instantly crashed into the troll’s camp, bringing a sky filled with sprayed blood and flying severed limbs.

Kwick was yelling hoarsely, trying to maintain the loose formation, not letting it completely collapse.

Meanwhile, he gathered a bunch of wolf cavalry and ran in the opposite direction of the Dark Cavalry.

This was not a retreat.

The moment he saw the Black Lion Flag, Kwick was prepared to die in battle.

Dying at the hands of Marquis Garcia didn’t bring Kwick shame; instead, he felt a sort of honor.

But he still had some regrets.

Because he felt he was not ready yet.

Even if it meant losing, he hoped to put forth the most powerful attack, to let Marquis Garcia see his strength.

He understood that, in a cavalry fight, speed is crucial.

And for speed, distance is required.

Therefore, he intends to lead the soldiers to run in the opposite direction, to create a certain distance, and then counterattack when the time is right.

This was indeed a wise move.

But unfortunately, the Dark Cavalry wouldn’t give him that opportunity.

In this battle, the troll wolf cavalry was destined to be extremely frustrated.

Their numbers were actually larger than the Dark Cavalry, but they had lost the initiative.

The swiftly-moving flag in Kwick’s hand, and the noticeable armor he wore, were quickly targeted by the Dark Cavalry.

His speed wasn’t slow in retracing his steps, but in front of the Dark Cavalry, which was already in a high-speed charge, it was terrifyingly slow. A team of Dark Cavalry arrived in an instant, surrounding Kwick.

The rushing sword lights didn’t speak of any fair duels.

This is a battlefield of life and death. There’s no room for chivalry here.

As a fifth-rank samurai, Kwick was indeed famous among the troll clan.

But even a master could not resist the siege of a large army.

Let alone, there were quite a few high-rank knights among the Dark Cavalry.

After creating a terrifying record of killing hundreds of people, the leader of the Wolf Cavalry was decapitated by a human knight.

With Kwick’s flag broken, the Troll Wolf Cavalry completely collapsed.

The Dark Cavalry swept across the field, leaving a ground covered with corpses and blood flowing everywhere.

This was an absolute massacre..