The First Vampire - Chapter 153
Chapter 153: 153 Final Battle (Part 2)_1
Translator: 549690339
No matter how prolonged the darkness, the dawn will eventually arrive.
Without the sun, without the twilight, the dawn of Silver Moon City seemed incredibly gloomy.
The sky was a mottled grey, as though snow was about to fall.
The atmospheric pressure was so low it made it hard to breathe, causing the restless Eastern warriors to seek something to vent their frustrations on.
Killing, without a doubt, was the best choice.
Silver Moon City had turned into a sea of blood and fire.
Shouts of slaughter and screams tangled into a horrific scene worthy of hell on earth.
However, the killing perpetrated by the Eastern warriors sparked the repressed anger in the hearts of the Half-Elf commoners who, armed with anything they could find, even items too rudimentary to be called weapons, began to resist the wicked invaders.
The fight at the Half-Elf Palace was the most gruesome.
The numerous crazed eastern warriors swarmed over the relatively short palace wall, killing as they went.
Yet, the Half-Elf guards inside the palace continued to fight back fiercely, defending the last sanctuary in their hearts, protecting their Queen of the Half-Elf Clan.
As time went by, Marquis Vincent became increasingly agitated.
He continually sent his orderly officer to deliver commands to the front line and kept drawing in forces from outside the city to try and breach this last obstacle in front of him.
“What the hell is Auston doing? Why hasn’t he taken the palace yet?”
“My Lord Marquis, Viscount Auston reports that the Half-Elves inside the palace are resisting fiercely, and moreover, our troops in the city are under continuous attack. More and more of our soldiers are dying…”
Swish!
Marquis Vincent angrily decapitated the orderly officer with a single sword strike. He then glared with bloodshot eyes and ordered an attendant standing next to him:
“Take his head to Viscount Auston and tell him that I’m giving him one last hour. If he can’t complete his assignment in time, I’ll slaughter him!”
“Yes, sir!”
Picking up the bloody skull, the attendant hurried off the city wall towards the palace.
Just then, Marquis Vincent felt an icy chill touch his face.
He looked up to see that the sky was now dotted with snowflakes.
At the same moment, a scout cavalry barely managed to climb up the city wall with a terrified look on his face, reporting rapidly, “My Lord Marquis! Cavalry, the Dark Cavalry has appeared!”
Marquis Vincent’s complexion changed drastically; he whirled to gaze towards the outside of Silver Moon City.
The sky in the direction of the city’s South had already been blanketed by rolling smoke, then the earth began to tremble as though a horde of ancient beasts were charging towards them.
Horror and shock instantly eroded Marquis Vincent’s sanity.
The Sword of Damocles that hung overhead had finally struck!
“Lord Marquis? Lord Marquis?” Seeing Marquis Vincent standing stock-still, the scout cavalier couldn’t help but remind him again.
Only then did Marquis Vincent snap back to his senses, struggling to calm his inner panic. He immediately ordered: “Pass on the orders to those outside the city: form up immediately, prepare to meet the enemy!”
“Yes, sir!”
In fact, in anticipation of an attack from the rear by the Dark Cavalry, the Pegasus Army hadn’t fully deployed their troops for the siege. At least half of their forces had been kept outside the city.
Of course, seeing the palace was eventually not taken, Marquis Vincent indeed mobilized some of the forces from outside into the city.
But at this moment, there were still at least twenty thousand Eastern warriors outside the city.
At the behest of Marquis Vincent’s military order, they instantly formed a dense spear formation, erecting massive shields, ready to counter the charge of the Dark Cavalry.
With the earth-shaking sound of galloping hooves, the horde of the Dark Cavalry filed across the plain like a moving wall, rapidly filling the line of sight for the Eastern warriors.
In an instant, all other sounds in the world disappeared, leaving only one unified rhythm.
Atop the Silver Moon City, Marquis Vincent’s face suddenly turned ashen.
The Eastern Marquis, who had staked all his assets, prepared to gamble with Colin, was now overwhelmed with regret.
After successfully annihilating the principal force of the Dark Cavalry in the advantageous position of Shadow Gorge, Marquis Vincent had a period of great satisfaction.
He couldn’t help but feel like all the heroes in the world were nothing compared to him.
However, at this moment, when he truly faced the charge of the Dark Cavalry, he grasped how terrifying the invincible primary force of the North Territory could be.
The galloping war horses made the ground shake. Their thunderous hoofbeats thudded into everyone’s hearts, leaving them breathless.
People who didn’t witness this scene could never imagine how spine-chilling the momentum of elite cavalry like the Dark Cavalry could be when they began their charge.
Looking down from the city walls, it was like a massive black flood bursting its banks, surging forward with unstoppable momentum.
At this moment, Colin was standing at the forefront of this black flood.
In a daze, he felt like he was back on the Ice Plain half a year ago, following Marquis Garcia leading three-thousand heavy armoured cavalry to break through the formation of the Troll Army.
This unstoppable and unbeatable sense felt just like then.
The only difference was that this Dark Cavalry now belonged to Colin’s own forces!
“Draw your bows! Draw your bows!”
The shouts of military officers echoed through the formation of the Eastern Army.
With the twang of bowstrings resonating through the air, a flurry of arrows were launched from the formation of the Eastern Army, accompanied by spine-chilling whizzing sounds, falling into the ranks of the Dark Cavalry.
However, those charging at the forefront of the Dark Cavalry were all heavily armoured riders.
These five hundred heavy cavalry seemed like a steel barrier, blocking all the incoming arrows.
After two rounds of arrow rain, the frontline of the Dark Cavalry had already reached a distance of about a hundred steps from the Eastern Army.
The next moment, the most visually impactful scene of this battle was about to unfold.
Colin tightly held his lance under his right arm, took a deep breath, and held his breath, ready to face the imminent collision.
Boom!
A loud noise, even louder than the rumbling of hooves.
The front ranks of the Dark Cavalry finally collided heavily with the formation of the Eastern Infantry.
At this instant, shields were shattered and lances were broken.
Countless lives disappeared like fireworks.
Blood, like cheap dye, was splashed everywhere.
The screams and sounds of bones breaking were heard continuously.
In a cruel and bloody scene, the terrifying impact of the cavalry was fully revealed.
The sturdy shield wall, at the instant of collision, was shattered, leaving countless gaps.
The following light cavalry did not waste the achievements that the heavy cavalry had paid for with their lives and blood. They stepped on the corpses of both enemies and comrades, swarmed in from every gap without hesitation, and charged towards the Eastern Army.
Marquis Vincent on the city wall had already painfully closed his eyes.
The moment the shield wall of the Eastern Army was broken, the outcome of this battle had been decided.
Only then did he truly understand why his father had been so cautious of the Northern Army.
The Dark Cavalry, born out of years of bloody battles with the Troll Empire, was not something the long-peaceful Eastern Army could resist.
When he opened his eyes again, Marquis Vincent saw a bloodstained Northern Knight cutting down the pure white Pegasus flag of the St. Prowse family.
The situation was hopeless.
