The First Vampire

The setting sun bled crimson.

The epic battle on the Luwal Valley Plain had finally come to an end.

The Orc army scattered across the mountains and plains, fleeing west with only the War Song Legion still encircled, desperately struggling within the Human Allied Forces.

Perhaps because they were deeply trapped, or under the influence of Emperor Saruman himself, the warriors of the War Song Legion inside the encirclement also began to go berserk.

But to be honest, the berserk orcs didn’t have much effect on the battlefield.

After all, war is not a group brawl. Individual strength has limited importance. What truly decides victory or defeat are the correct strategies, effective tactics, and a well-coordinated, organized force capable of carrying out commands.

No matter how brave the berserk orcs were, they still fell in the face of the well-coordinated human formations and the cavalry’s intricate maneuvers.

Even more orcs did not die at the hands of humans but were instead killed by the axes of their rampaging kin.

Therefore, despite their ferocious resistance, the desperate counterattacks of the War Song Legion were merely frightening to behold and amounted to a futile struggle.

Seeing that the situation was already decided, Colin, without taking a moment’s rest, personally led a unit of the Blood Knight Army in pursuit of the fleeing orc army.

Or more accurately, he was not actually chasing after the orc army.

Despite the orc army’s retreat, the actual casualties may not be more significant than those of the Human Allied Forces. A reckless pursuit might not achieve many more victories.

Therefore, Colin was actually going after Emperor Saruman.

This Orc Emperor was lured into the orc formation by Duke St. Gregorian and Prince Lexie after going berserk. This was also a significant reason why the orc army chose to retreat.

Colin evidently was not planning to easily let go of this Orc Emperor.

The War Song Legion was now facing its doom, and if they could kill this Orc Emperor now, the Third Orc Empire would effectively be destroyed.

The remaining orc armies from various tribes would disintegrate.

They pose no more threats to the Glorious Empire. From now on, they are destined to be defeated one by one.

Meanwhile, Prince Lexie and Duke St. Gregorian were leading Emperor Saruman westward, hot on the trail of the orc army.

Throughout the journey, the berserk Emperor Saruman repeatedly slaughtered his own kind, leaving a trail of corpses in his wake.

But as time passed, the speed of Saruman’s slaughter gradually slowed down.

Finally, he abruptly stopped, looking around with a confused expression on his face, seemingly puzzled as to why he was there.

Prince Lexie and Duke St. Gregorian immediately realized that Emperor Saruman had probably come out of his berserker state.

They rushed towards him instead of retreating.

Because they knew that after going berserk, an orc Skull-shatterer would experience a period of weakness. Given that Emperor Saruman was already severely injured, this was the perfect timing to kill him!

Of course, Emperor Saruman was aware of this, and upon seeing the two Holy Knights pursuing him, he decisively plunged into the forest.

The dense forest blocked the dying embers of sunset.

In the tranquil darkness, Emperor Saruman was carefully hiding his breath, swiftly navigating through the forest.

At this moment, his sanity gradually returned from his berserker state, and he had a rough idea of what had happened on the battlefield.

And all this left Emperor Saruman filled with anger and regret.

Damned humans!

Sneaky humans!

Emperor Saruman knew that he had to escape and regroup. If not, his carefully established Third Orc Empire would undoubtedly disintegrate.

However, he also understood that after the defeat of the War Song Legion, his control over the various orc tribes had tremendously weakened. A hasty return might not be able to subdue the belligerent tribal chiefs, and he may even end up being accused as the culprit of this devastating defeat.

Therefore, Emperor Saruman felt that he had to first secure the support of some tribal chiefs.

Just as he was wondering which tribal chiefs would be won over or intimidated by him, Emperor Saruman suddenly stopped in his tracks, seeming to sense something abnormal.

In the next instant, his left fist punched at the shadow in front of him with lightning speed.

The violent airstream split the woodland vegetation, and the rumble was like thunder.

However, this blow hit thin air.

A figure gracefully drifted away. The raging airstream brushed past him, instantly tamed, gently holding him as he stood on a tree branch.

“Your Majesty Saruman, I bear no ill intentions.”

On hearing these words, Emperor Saruman relaxed his attacking posture, though his body remained tense, showing that he did not completely believe in the other person’s words.

However, being clearly aware of his poor state, Emperor Saruman knew that if he were to forcibly engage this character, he might not be the one to come out on top. Therefore, he reluctantly said:

“You must be Mr. Ji, right?”

Mr. Ji smiled slightly, placed his left hand on his chest performing a knight’s ceremony, and said, “I didn’t expect Your Majesty to have heard of me.”

“What do you want?” demanded Emperor Saruman coldly.

Mr. Ji pointed towards the direction from which Saruman came and said, “Your Majesty, the commotion just now might attract some troublesome fellows, let’s move to a different location to discuss in detail.”

Having said that, he turned around and left.

Saruman hesitated for a moment, but eventually, he followed him.

Saruman knew that Mr. Ji wasn’t well regarded in the Glorious Empire and coming to him now meant that there was a possibility of seeking cooperation.

If it was before the battle at Luval Valley Plain, Saruman would have entirely ignored people like Mr. Ji.

But now, Saruman would at least listen patiently to Mr. Ji’s proposals.

The two weaved through the forest, one leading and the other following, until they reached a small stream.

The murmuring of the flowing water made the surroundings more serene. The newly risen crescent moon reflected in the stream, casting shimmering ripples.

“Speak, what do you want?” said Emperor Saruman indifferently.

“Of course, a collaboration,” Mr. Ji said with a smile, “After all, we share a common enemy.”

Emperor Saruman gave Mr. Ji a glance without giving a yes or no and continued asking:

“How do you want to collaborate?”

“I think….” Mr. Ji started to speak, but his voice gradually dwindled.

Emperor Saruman couldn’t hear it clearly. Moving closer, he still couldn’t hear it clearly. Frowning, he shouted:

“Louder! What are you saying…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Emperor Saruman suddenly felt a surge of arcane energy. It was then that it dawned upon him, Mr. Ji was in fact, chanting a spell!

“Deceitful humans!”

Realizing that he had been tricked, Emperor Saruman roared in anger and charged forward.

However, in mid-air, the bright moonlight suddenly showered through the gaps in the trees like rainfall, binding Saruman like a series of chains.

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