I Became a Progenitor Vampire

Jones was originally an orphan. He has just turned 12 this year. He is unfortunate as a border-born civilian because his parents were killed by the orcs shortly after his birth, and he survived with the help of his neighbors.

Fortunately, when he was 6 years old, Jones was accepted as a disciple by a prospector passing by the village.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and the orc came back when he just became the prospector apprentice.

Jones saw the scene of those damn orcs killing his teacher with his own eyes, and his fear made him unable to boost his strength.

If it weren't for the last Uncle Sam next door and ran away holding him, maybe he would be an undead under the orc sword like the teacher.

However, the Goddess of Doom would not pay attention to him forever. When he was at a loss and followed his neighbors to flee to the legendary Green City, the Holy Light Blood Clan came.

He was taken to the city of dawn.

From the mouth of the elders, Jones often heard the old man tell the horror of vampires, he was terrified at first.

But after living in the City of Dawn for a while, Jones discovered that this was not what he thought it was.

Instead, he found the sense of security he hadn't seen for a long time.

After a long time, even the holy light blood races opposite him who wore a pair of hideous bat wings at work and looked like demons no longer felt afraid.

The adults of the Holy Light Blood Clan would always chat with him with a smile, and would never reprimand and disdain him like the noble baron in the village.

Jones lived here very happily, until one day, the great Lord Kachar ordered to find prospectors who could explore mineral veins. This news changed his mind.

Jones knew how to read, and that was taught to him by his teacher. The teacher said that as a prospector, he must be knowledgeable.

Although he didn't understand what this sentence meant at the time, he still studied very hard.

When he saw the above announcement on the bulletin board on the square, Jones secretly reported to the adult of the security team that he was an apprentice prospector, hiding from Uncle Sam who had taken him to escape.

What excites him is that his career as an apprentice prospector has been recognized by the kinsmen, and Jones is very happy.

Although he was worried after he told the news to Uncle Sam, Jones didn't feel that he shouldn't do it.

If it weren't for Lord Kachar, maybe they would starve to death on the road.

He likes this city where he can eat and live in an airtight house, and no one will bully him. He loves it, and he wants to contribute his own strength to this city.

Just like Lord Kachar said, the city of dawn is the city of dawn for every inhabitant, and we should give our own efforts to make the city of dawn better.

Lord Kachar is really a great person.

What made Jones happier was that after he reported his occupation to the kinsman, he was called into the subordinate department of the city hall, the construction department.

The goddess is on top. Every department in the city hall is the most sought-after in the city of dawn. As long as they can work in, I don’t know how many people will break their heads.

At least Uncle Sam, who lives with him, almost always envied the security team and said that if someone could help him enter the security team, he would give all of his silver to that person.

It was incredible that Uncle Sam, a miser, could say such things.

Jones is very happy to be a member of the city hall's subordinate department, especially the fact that he can receive a salary of 12 Silver Puke every month.

He swears that he has never seen so many Yinpuker.

When he told the news to Uncle Sam, Jones could find envy in the other's eyes.

It's a pity that Uncle Sam can't enter the city hall, even if he intercedes with the kinsman, it's useless.

But what gave him hope was that the leader of the blood family promised him that as long as he can find the mineral vein, he will arrange Uncle Sam to the logistics team.

Jones was very happy for this, but he didn't rush to tell Uncle Sam that he wanted to wait until the mineral vein was found before sharing the good news.

Jones is very confident about this. He believes that he can find mineral veins. Just like the teacher said, he is a genius and a genius in prospecting.

The winter moon was very cold, with heavy snow flying all over the sky, and the wind swept the snow on the face like a knife, cutting the skin painfully.

Going out to explore mineral veins in such an environment is undoubtedly a very hard thing.

Jones was protected by two kinsmen, and there were two blacksmith uncles with him.

Together, they rode the giant bat that took him into the city of dawn, flying in the mountains.

Jones likes the feeling of sitting behind the bat, and the refreshment brought by this kind of flying makes him very happy.

And because of the Holy Light Blood Race in front of him-Lord Henner would use a magic called Mage Shield to isolate the wind and snow.

He didn't feel much cold.

"Master Henner, the colors of those mountains are a bit wrong, maybe we can go down and take a look"

Jones' eyes suddenly lit up under the unpleasant bat flight.

This place is the twentieth mountain they explored today. This is a huge basin, with tall trees covering the sky in the valley, but now he has found a different place.

Jones pointed to the uncovered rock below with excitement on his face, which was the rock in front of this strange gray forest.

The teacher told him that the color of the ore is very different from that of ordinary rocks. As long as you make a careful distinction, you can find the difference. The color of the rock below is not the color of ordinary rocks.

Jones felt his heart beating faster, and he felt that he might have gained something this time.

"Okay, let's go down and have a look."

Henner looked at Jones and nodded. Although he failed countless times in the past month, he would never shirk whenever he found useful information.

The ancestor Mianxian specially told him that the minerals are extremely important to the blood race, even if there is a chance, he can't let it go.

Using magic to transmit the sound to the blood clan on the other bat, the two magic word bats slowly landed on the ground after a few circling.

Because of the heavy snow in winter, the sun did not come out, so although Hunter's state was slid more severely than at night, he could still hold on.

And there are 5 bottles of magic blood in his pocket, which allows him to maintain a good condition during the day.

At this time, the sky just became smaller with snow, and Jones was helped by Henner, and his small body got down from the huge magic word bat.

The group of people went down to the ground and discovered that the short trees that they had seen in the sky were so tall, huge trees with a height of fifteen blades, like stone pillars full of toughness.

And a thick layer of ice has been formed on the gray bark.

Jones suddenly seemed to have seen something, and trot toward the bare rock with a face full of excitement.

The 12-year-old is a little short in height, and the figure is even thinner in a thick and wide gray cotton coat, walking on the not shallow snowdrift, step by step.

Jones ran to the rock with a face full of excitement, picked up one of them, and after careful identification, turned around excitedly and waved to several people.

"Master Henna, Master Henna, I found it, this is iron ore, this is iron ore!!"

But what surprised Jones was that Henner, another kinsman, and two old blacksmiths looked behind him with horror at this time, as if they had seen some terrifying demon.

Jones turned his head slightly, and there was a scene that made his legs feel weak.

A six-edged humanoid creature was standing behind him.

There was only one eye on the huge, hairless head, which was bigger than the millstone, and the gray pupils exuded cold eyes.

The nostrils turned outwards, and thick mist sprayed from the inside because of the cold, and the slightly opened mouth showed sharp teeth. The soldier's shield might not be able to stop the bite.

The whole body of this humanoid creature is gray with deep folds, like an old tree that has grown over the years, showing tenacity.

The limbs are sturdy and the high bulging muscles make this humanoid creature full of power. He holds a five-edged wooden stick in his right hand. The head of the stick is inverted with dense sharp stones, full of primitive aura.

Jones swallowed and stammered to highlight the name of a legendary creature.

"Done, Cyclops!!"