The Original Vampire

"Have you heard? The Black Cavalry is nearby, and someone will be dispatched to meet us soon!"

"Black Cavalry? Really?"

"Of course it's true! I saw a black cavalry sentry enter our camp last night, and Miss Vera personally received him."

"So, are we safe?"

"Nonsense! With the Black Cavalry nearby, does the troll still have the guts to come?"

...

Similar conversations were taking place in various corners of the camp.

The tension in the air was completely swept away, replaced by a kind of excitement of the rest of your life.

As if the three words "Black Cavalry" had some kind of special magic, as long as they were nearby, they represented absolute safety.

The reason is also very simple.

The Black Cavalry is the most powerful army in the north of the Empire!

Yes, the most powerful, no one.

This army is actually not many, only fifty thousand.

However, it is an army composed of pure cavalry!

This army of 50,000 cavalry is the well-deserved patron saint of the North, and it is also a lingering nightmare in the hearts of trolls.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Near noon, the earth suddenly began to tremble.

A black torrent appeared on the horizon and rushed towards the Reach Camp.

However, everyone in the camp did not panic at all, because they had already seen the black lion flag fluttering in the wind!

The emblem of the Saint Hilde family, the lord of the north, is a golden lion, so in the north, no other family dares to use a lion as an emblem.

The visitor is naturally from the Saint Hilde family, but ordinary members of the Saint Hilde family would not dare to change the golden lion to black.

There is only one exception.

He is the younger brother of the current Duke of the North, the supreme commander of the Black Cavalry - Marquis Garcia St. Hilde.

Unlike the duke's eldest son, the Marquis of Charles, who was feigned, Marquis Garcia was a real lord.

He is also the only real marquis in the North.

His territory occupies almost a quarter of the entire northern border, and it is precisely this vast expanse of land that enables Marquis Garcia to support the Black Cavalry, a pure cavalry of tigers and wolves. division.

As the army approached, Vera also came out to greet it in person.

Behind her, excited, excited, and even fanatical soldiers gathered.

In the north, almost all aspiring young people take joining the black cavalry as the highest honor.

But the black cavalry's recruitment standards are extremely strict.

Strict enough to make people wonder if the Black Cavalry does not want to recruit new recruits.

"The rhythm..."

With the neighing of the horses, the black cavalry began to slow down.

The leading knight in a black cloak lifted the visor on his helmet, revealing a majestic face.

"Uncle Garcia!"

Vera couldn't help crying out, tears flashing in her eyes.

The hardships, fights, and life and death she encountered on the way to escape all made this 18-year-old noble girl exhausted. Now that she finally saw the backbone, she could not help but lose her temper.

Marquis Garcia got off his horse and walked to Vera with a gentle smile:

"Welcome home!"

Vera couldn't care less about maintaining noble etiquette, so she took a few steps and threw herself into Marquis Garcia's arms.

"Hahaha!" Marquis Garcia burst into laughter, reached out and patted Vera's back lightly, "It seems that he was really frightened by those trolls, don't be afraid, uncle will help you avenge!"

"Uncle~~" Vera suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry, none of those trolls who invaded the North would want to go back alive!" The Marquis looked at Vera's white hair,

A flash of coldness flashed in his eyes, "I said so!"

When such arrogant words came out of Marquis Garcia's mouth, it seemed extraordinarily natural.

No one here dared to doubt whether Marquis Garcia was capable of fulfilling his promise.

The Marquis who commands the Black Cavalry is like a god on the battlefield!

"I have seen the Marquis!" The Bliss knight also hurried forward to salute.

"Bliss Knight." Marquis Garcia noticed the empty right arm of the other party, "It's a pity that you lost an arm..."

"My opponent is even more sorry, he lost a head!"

"Hahaha! Good! This is what a knight in the north should have!"

Marquis Garcia slapped Bliss heavily on the chest a few times, making no secret of his appreciation.

The Bliss Knight, who has always been calm and even indifferent, now shows a rare expression of respect and even fanaticism in the face of this northern war god.

Not to mention the soldiers behind, most of them were seeing this legendary marquis in the north for the first time, and their faces were flushed with excitement, as if they would follow to the death if Marquis Garcia gave an order. Kill the devil.

Even the filial son Thrall, who has always had his eyes above the top, looked at the tall figure of Marquis Garcia and was so excited that he could hardly contain himself.

"I want to be like him!"

Thrall made a secret oath in his heart.

After Marquis Garcia had appeased the fanatical soldiers, Vera finally had the time to ask:

"Uncle, there are still many wounded in the camp. Please arrange for a doctor and priest to go to the hospital immediately! In addition, there is a knight who is seriously injured..."

"Don't worry, after I got the news, I specially brought the doctors and priests with the army." Marquis Garcia pointed to an old priest with gray hair behind him and introduced to Vera, "Even Archbishop Raven has I was dragged along."

"It is my honor to be able to serve you!" Archbishop Raven bowed to Vera and said.

"Then I'll trouble you!" Vera breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't know the Archbishop of Raven, she knew that the position of Archbishop was not something ordinary priests could hold.

In the entire northern region, the Radiance Church has only arranged three archbishops.

The profession of priest is not the main battle profession, and the combat effectiveness is not strong.

Their main job, in addition to serving the Lord of Glory and spreading the glory of the Lord, is to conduct baptisms and heal the wounded.

It is a standard auxiliary occupation.

Therefore, this profession is not like warriors, knights, and mages, which can be divided into ranks by strength, but generally speaking, the higher a priest holds a position in the church, the stronger his healing ability.

In Vera's view, this Archbishop of Raven should be the Lord of Radiance's answer to her previous prayer.

So, she did not dare to hesitate any longer, and quickly led Archbishop Raven and others to the tent where Colin was.

Marquis Garcia also followed.

He was very curious about the origin of a knight who could make his niece so nervous.

Outside the tent, Vera and Raven walked straight in.

But Marquis Garcia stopped.

"What's your name?" He had already noticed the man who had been guarding outside the tent.

When everyone gathered around to greet him before, only this man was still standing here, not leaving an inch.

"Dear Marquis, my name is Raymond Morben, a knight of the Angele family."

"The one in there is..."

"Inside is the son of the baron - Knight Colin Angele."

Marquis Garcia nodded, patted Raymond twice as comfort, and then walked into the tent.

"How is the injury of this Colin knight?"

"Not very good..." Archbishop Raven frowned and said, "Actually, it is a miracle that he is still alive with such an injury!"

"Please do your best!" Vera requested from the side.

Raven glanced at Vera, then looked back and exchanged glances with Marquis Garcia, then took out an exquisite vial:

"Then, I can only try holy water."