The First Vampire - Chapter 134
Chapter 134: 134 Heading North (Second update, seeking subscriptions!)_l
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On a forest path, a small troop of about fifty people was slowly moving south.
Nearing noon, the group stopped and set up camp by a stream.
“Brother, wake up, it’s lunchtime!”
Anna jostled Count Evan a few times, but found that there was no movement from him.
She knit her brows, clenched her small fists, and delivered a heavy blow to Count Evan’s abdomen.
“Ah! Oh
The unfortunate Count Evan threw up directly as a result of the seemingly casual punch.
After the upheaval, Count Evan looked back at his violent sister, panting, “Why so angry this early?”
“Early? It’s noon!”
Count Evan waved his hand weakly, “What’s the difference?”
“Food’s ready, do you want to eat?”
“Yes, yes!” Count Evan quickly struggled to get up.
He knew that if he didn’t eat now, his ruthless sister would really let him go hungry until evening.
Even traveling outdoors, lunch, as expected of St. Prowse’s family, was quite lavish, although the atmosphere was somewhat tense.
Everyone’s mood has been down since the fruitless return from Silver Moon
City.
Of course, except for Count Evan.
He was still the same heartless and careless as ever, spending his entire days drinking wine.
Just as everyone finished lunch and were cleaning up to set off again, a scout cavalry who had been out investigating the surrounding situation suddenly returned.
Moreover, he brought back an extra person.
“Count, this is a messenger from the Pegasus Army.”
The Pegasus Army is the main force of the St. Prowse family, the ruler of the East Territory, and has always been under the control of Duke St. Prowse.
However, in recent years, Duke St. Prowse has also begun to intentionally cultivate his eldest son, Marquis Vincent, handing over the day-to-day training of the Pegasus Army to him.
“Oh? How did you end up here?” Count Evan’s sleep-fogged eyes suddenly brightened up, as if he instantly sobered from his wine.
“Count, Marquis Vincent is in the Shadow Gorge right now, having just led the Pegasus Army against the Dark Cavalry of the North Territory and won! I am here to bring this good news back to White Dew City.”
“The Dark Cavalry? And they even won?” Count Evan’s eyes nearly bulged out, as if he’d heard some incredible story.
“Yes, Count, we defeated the Dark Cavalry! Moreover, we also captured Marquis Garcia!” The messenger’s face flushed with excitement as he spoke loudly.
“Really? Big brother actually defeated Marquis Garcia? That’s so amazing! ” Anna also excitedly screamed upon hearing this.
But Count Evan’s eyebrows furrowed instead.
Although he had some disagreements with his older brother, he wouldn’t be jealous at this point.
He just had a keen sense of something off.
He was well aware of his older brother’s capabilities.
And he was able to defeat the formidable Marquis Garcia?
This sounded like a huge lie. “Where is the Pegasus Army currently stationed?”
“In the Shadow Gorge.”
“Let’s go see.”
The sky above Shadow Gorge was still shrouded in thick smoke.
The cliffs on both sides of the gorge were marked with signs of being scorched.
Crowds of ravens and vultures were recklessly flying all over the sky above the gorge, landing in hordes to fight with the wild beasts in the mountains for the corpses littered all over the ground.
At first glance, it was a particularly horrifying sight.
When Count Evan and his people arrived here, the overwhelming smell of
blood nearly choked them.
It was only at this moment that Count Evan finally believed that his brother had indeed defeated the Dark Cavalry.
“Evan, Anna, ha ha, you’ve arrived! Long journey, huh?”
Upon meeting, Marquis Vincent greeted his younger brother and sister with a ruddy face.
The First in line to inherit the St. Prowse Family, was currently in his prime.
Having defeated Marquis Garcia’s Dark Cavalry, Marquis Vincent felt he had already joined the ranks of the Empire’s top generals.
“Big brother, congratulations! Father will be so proud when he hears!” Anna sincerely congratulated her brother.
But it was different with Count Evan.
After offering a perfunctory congratulation, he immediately voiced his doubts:
“Brother, how did you manage to lead Marquis Garcia into Shadow Gorge?”
“You don’t need to worry about that, in any case, the Dark Cavalry was almost completely annihilated in this battle, even Marquis Garcia was captured by me, what do you have to say to such achievements?”
Count Evan, of course, had something to say. With his face full of anger, he growled, “To lead Marquis Garcia into such a dead-end shows there was clearly a problem within the Dark Cavalry. Even if you don’t say it, I can guess it.
However, since you had such a plan all along, why didn’t you tell me in advance?
I could have very well improved this plan in Silver Moon City!
I could even take this opportunity…”
“Enough!” Marquis Vincent forcefully interrupted his brother, “You’ve accomplished nothing in Silver Moon City, are you going to blame me? Don’t you always pride yourself on your unparalleled strategy? Why do you seek my help?”
Count Evan sighed inwardly.
He understood that the reason his brother didn’t tell him about this plan was that he was wary of him and didn’t want him to share the credit.
Such wariness not only chilled Count Evan’s heart, but also infuriated him.
Faced with external threats, the St. Prowse Family was not working together, but calculating each other…
Taking a deep breath, Count Evan forcibly suppressed his rage, his tone gradually becoming cold: “Well, my dear brother, may I ask how many soldiers you brought this time?” “Two hundred thousand.”
“And now? How many are left?”
Marquis Vincent hesitated for a moment but then pretended to be forceful:
“Over a hundred thousand, I guess.”
“Exactly how many?” Count Evan continued to ask.
All along the way, he had already seen the camp full of wounded soldiers and the oppressive atmosphere. It didn’t look at all like an army that had just won a great victory.
Marquis Vincent’s eyes dodged a bit: “The specific casualty count has not been finalized…why are you asking these questions? There’s no war without casualties, especially when annihilating a strong Northern Army such as the Dark Cavalry, how could it be possible without paying a certain price?”
Count Evan affirmed this time—-
Even with the favor of time and location, his brother only managed a Pyrrhic victory.
Hasn’t finished counting?
I guess the casualties to the two hundred thousand troops are probably over half now.
In face of such a casualty rate, Count Evan didn’t know whether to lament the incompetence of the Eastern Army or to be shocked by the terrifying damage the Dark Cavalry caused when facing a desperate situation.
Regardless, one thing was certain, his brother had been used by someone.
Unfortunately, Marquis Vincent was still complacent, immersed in the false halo of victory, without realizing any of this.
Count Evan suddenly felt somewhat worn out, and instead asked: “What about
Marquis Garcia? Can I see him?”
“He’s badly injured and still unconscious…how about this, Evan, you and Anna are responsible for escorting him back to White Dew City and handing him over to Father.
In addition, there are a lot of wounded soldiers from this battle, you can also take them back to White Dew City.”
“And what about you?” Count Evan suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Marquis Vincent puffed out his chest and put on a confident look: “I will lead the troops north, attack Silver Moon City, and firmly control the Half-Elf
Kingdom!”
Count Evan wanted to dissuade him, but the words on his lips turned into: “Alright, brother, then I’ll wait for your triumphant return in White Dew City!”
