I Became a Progenitor Vampire

Eric town is over.

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

As the baron of the Nolan Empire, this small town is the fief he wants to guard, but the orc army cannot be resisted by this small town of only three thousand people.

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

Regardless of everyone's opposition, Marcos took his tribe and the craftsmen in his territory, dragged all his wealth in a carriage and fled from the other side of the town.

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

But he knew that all this was in vain. The orcs that the troops of the Nolan Empire couldn't stop, what would the militia of a small town resist?

This order was just to buy some time for his escape.

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

Although the civilians who were abandoned by him managed to escape from the town and kept looking at him with hatred, he didn't care.

As a baron of the kingdom, a noble noble, a group of dirty civilians are not qualified to let him make concessions.

Making sacrifices for the nobles, shouldn't this be what these rude and inferior civilians should do?

He believes that his decision is correct, and if there are no civilians to hold back the orcs, he is afraid that he will become food for dire wolves.

The orcs invaded the Nolan Empire in order to plunder food, and they won't leave until they capture a small town without evacuating the food.

The filthy and disgusting orcs had no idea what was the most valuable.

Marcos sat on horseback triumphantly, watching over thirty guards in full body armor guarding him behind him, five carriages full of silver pucks and various precious gems, praised his wisdom in his heart.

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

Living on the border of the empire, this wise approach preserved a continuation of fire for his family.

As long as he returns to the town until the beginning of spring next year, all this is still his.

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

"Brother Reker, are we really going to do it?

Marcos has more than 30 guards. Can we win?"

Ollie's young face was a little frightened, and he couldn't release the anxiety in his heart when he watched Marcos sitting on the horseback.

The majesty of the nobles has long been as strong as the walls of Green City under their long rule. Attacking an aristocrat is a big crime. He knew that if this news spreads, he would definitely be wanted by Green City.

Those mercenaries and bounty hunters will be happy to exchange his head for bounty.

The questioned Reker is a burly young man. His short golden hair makes him look like a lion. A two-handed wide sword on the back proves that he has good strength. Maybe he can still compete with wolf cavalry. A good player in a fight.

"No, Ollie, if we don't do it, we won't have a chance again after we go to Green City.

We escaped from the small town of Eric without taking a copper puke, and those noble lords would not care whether we were alive or dead.

We need this money, everyone here needs this money"

Reker turned his head and glanced at the hundreds of people gathered around him, his tone full of tragic and vigorous.

When the orcs broke through the town, they were already dead. Without food and wealth, they would starve to death when they fled to Green City.

Winter is coming soon, no one can afford it.

What's more, a nobleman who abandoned the common people is not worthy of their respect.

"Brother Reker, 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, his friends would not have been killed by those dire wolves.

"When I get close to Marcos, I will attack the captain of his escort. He is a mid-level professional who may be more than level 7, and is a terrifying opponent.

You rushed to the guards immediately after I started. We are crowded and we will surely win.

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

They will die if they don't do it. They can't resist this winter, and they can still have some hope of surviving if they do it. Even the cowardly farmer has given up his inner cowardice at this time.

The timid civilians living on the border died.

"May the goddess of life be with us."

Reker took a deep look at the grave-faced crowd around him and turned and walked towards Marcos' convoy.

After hearing the report from the servant, Marcos invited Reker, the most prestigious among the group of civilians, to his side.

Riding a horse and looking down at the burly civilian, he said proudly: "Recker, although you are a resident of my town, you have to show your skills if you want to join my guard."

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

Reker bowed slightly, and looked at the guards who were vigilant on the side very calmly. After he showed his intentions, the guards' original vigilance was mostly relaxed.

Plan, proceed step by step.

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

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

If it's an arrogant waste, then see me with his head"

Marcos raised his head arrogantly.

When Reker saw that Marcos' captain of the guard was deceived by him, the killing intent in his heart could no longer be held.

Holding the big sword horizontally with both hands, like an angry bull, rushed towards the opponent in the most violent way.

Each step leaves a footprint on the ground.

Warrior skills-violent impact,

The civilians, who had been waiting for a long time, screamed in anger instantly after seeing Reker's hands. These civilians living on the border used the most tragic and passionate way to fight for the chance to survive this winter.

Everything is to survive.