I Became a Progenitor Vampire

The town of Eric is over.

Marcus Eric knew the fate of this border town the moment he saw the orcs emerging outside the city walls.

As Baron of the Nolan Empire, this town is the fiefdom he wants to protect, but the orc army is not something that this town of only 3,000 people can resist.

When the orc's wolf cavalry jumped onto the town wall in one leap, he knew he couldn't stand it here.

Despite everyone's objections, Marcos fled from the other side of the town with his tribe and craftsmen in the territory, dragging all his wealth in a horse-drawn carriage.

Before leaving, he also ordered the militia formed voluntarily by the civilians of the town to intercept the orcs.

But he knew that all this was in vain. Even the Nolan Empire's army could not stop the orcs. What could a small town's militia do to resist?

This order was just to buy him some time to escape.

Sure enough, after he escaped from the town, the town that took two hundred years to build was plundered by the orcs, and all the civilians who had not had time to escape returned to the embrace of death.

Although the civilians he abandoned had been looking at him with hatred after they escaped from the town, he didn't care.

As a baron of the kingdom, a noble nobleman, a group of dirty commoners had no right to make him give in.

Making sacrifices for the nobles, isn't this what these rude and inferior commoners should do?

He believed that his decision was correct. If those civilians had not held back the orcs, he would have become food for the dire wolves.

The orcs invaded the Norland Empire to plunder food. They would not leave a small town until they emptied it of food.

Those filthy and disgusting orcs have no idea what is most valuable.

Marcos sat proudly on the horse, looking at the five carriages filled with silver pukes and various precious gems being guarded in the center by more than thirty guards in full body armor, and he praised his wisdom in his heart.

Every winter, he would load the most valuable things in the territory on the carriage so that when the orcs came, he could escape as quickly as possible.

Living on the frontier of the empire, this wise approach kept the fire alive for his family.

As long as he returns to the town in the spring of next year, everything will still be his.

Behind the team, two young figures looked at the carriage protected by guards in the center, ready to move.

“Brother Rekel, do we really want to take action?

Marcos has more than thirty guards. Can we win? "

Ollie's young face had some fear, and he could not release the uneasiness in his heart when he saw Marcos sitting on the horse.

Under their long rule, the majesty of the nobles has become as hard and solid as the walls of Green City. Attacking a noble is a serious crime. He knew that if the news spread, he would be wanted by Green City.

The mercenaries and bounty hunters would be happy to trade his head for the bounty.

The Recker being questioned is a burly young man. His short blond hair makes him look like a lion. The large sword two palms wide behind his back proves that he has good strength. He may be able to compete with the Wolf Cavalry. A good fighter.

"No, Ollie, if we don't take action, we will never have a chance again after we go to Green City.

We escaped from the town of Eric without a single copper puke, and those noble lords didn’t care whether we lived or died.

We need this money, everyone here needs this money."

Recker turned his head and glanced at the hundreds of people gathered around him, his tone full of tragedy.

From the moment the orcs captured the town, they were considered dead. Without food and wealth, they would starve to death if they fled to Green City.

Winter is coming soon and no one can afford to wait.

What's more, a noble who abandons the common people does not deserve their respect.

"Brother Rekel, we all listen to you."

Ollie gritted his teeth and looked at Marcos's back full of hatred. If he hadn't ordered the militia to stop the orcs, several of his friends would not have been killed by the dire wolves.

"When I get close to Marcos, I will attack his guard captain. He is an intermediate professional, perhaps over level 7, and is a formidable opponent.

You attack the convoy immediately after I take action. We have more people and we will definitely win.

Don’t be afraid of death. Your family and children still need the trophies you snatched back. If you don’t succeed this time, none of us here will be alive.”

If they don't take action, they will die. They can't withstand this winter. If they take action, there is still some hope of survival. Even the cowardly farmer has put aside his inner cowardice at this time.

The cowardly civilians living on the border died.

"May the Goddess of Life be with us."

Recker took a deep look at the solemn-looking crowd around him and turned around and walked towards Marcos' motorcade.

After hearing the servant's report, Marcos invited Recker, the most prestigious among the civilians, to his side.

Riding a horse, he looked down at the burly civilian and said arrogantly: "Recker, although you are a resident of my town, if you want to join my escort, you must show your ability."

"Your Excellency Baron, I am willing to fight with your guard captain. I believe you can see my strength with your eyes."

Recker bowed slightly and looked at the vigilant guards on the side very calmly. After he expressed his intention, most of these guards relaxed their original vigilance.

Plan, step by step.

"Hahaha, okay, since you are so confident, then I accept your request.

Enda, go ahead and let this challenger see your strength. Also, if you think it's good, don't hurt him.

If he is an arrogant loser, then show me his head."

Marcos held his head high and said arrogantly.

When Recker saw that Marcos's guard captain had been tricked into dismounting by him, he could no longer hold back the murderous intention in his heart.

Holding the sword across both hands, like an angry bull, he charged towards the opponent in the most violent way.

Every step leaves a footprint on the ground.

Warrior skills - violent impact,

The civilians who had been waiting for a long time immediately let out roars of anger after seeing Recker take action. This group of civilians living on the border used the most tragic and passionate way to fight for a chance to survive this winter.

It’s all about staying alive.