Imperial Crown.

Chapter 317 Have to fight
"Oh ho——"

William cheered loudly as he moved through Earl Tudor's camp.

His body turned into a blood-red whirlwind, moving endlessly between the tents, overturning every brazier he could see, and watching the tents merge into one in the flames and turn into a sea of ​​fire.

Due to William's special attention to the officers, the soldiers who had lost their command were screaming, running, and spreading panic, completely unaware of what was happening.

There were only a few well-trained guys organizing the fire-fighting, but they would soon become William's food.

This is simply William’s best playground!
He was almost going crazy during this period of time.

It's a pity that the battle at the high wall was not effective due to time constraints.

Now, it is finally time for him to do whatever he wants.

As a vampire, the night is naturally his stage, and almost no one can pose a threat to him here.

And he could also indulge his previously restricted appetite and drink the blood of his enemies without having to worry about being punished by Raven!

How many people has he killed today?
Not sure, and there is no need to count.

Who cares how many slices of bread they eat at a meal?

However, he remembered all the extraordinary people killed by William, and there are now 4 of them.

Extraordinary blood is full of life energy and is always especially sweet and delicious.

"Go to hell, devil!!"

A tall knight rushed towards William.

A bunch of garlic hung around his neck, the holy emblem of the Lord of Light was attached to his chest, his right hand held a shield, and in his left hand held a long sword made of peach wood that looked like it was carved out of scratch.

Jingle bells and clang sounds when running.

Golden fighting spirit burned on the peach wood sword—this was actually a knight of light.

"Oh, how thoughtful." William smiled exaggeratedly and clapped his hands: "Did you bring me midnight snacks, tableware and seasonings?"

"But it's a bit of a waste that you light your candle so brightly."

The knight seemed to be angered by William's contemptuous attitude. He howled and slashed down with the wooden sword in his hand.

William suddenly did a spiral, dodging the sword and appearing behind the knight. A sharp claw stretched out from the bloody whirlwind and touched the knight's throat:
"Any last words? I can help you take care of your unmarried sister, or look after your fiancée who is waiting for you to get married."

"Go to hell!" the knight roared, and his fighting spirit surged, and he was suddenly wrapped in a layer of golden fighting spirit armor.

It turned out to be a second-level knight.

"Ah——" William yelled and stepped back, saying loudly:

"Oh my God, you actually have such a mind and calculation. Am I, Lord William, the Viscount of the Blood Clan, going to die here? "

Then he laughed again, made a face, and showed his intact palm: "I was kidding, how could you hurt me?"

"But I can't wait for the blood of the second-level Knight of Light!"

"If you have the guts, come and take it!" The knight shouted loudly, and his fighting spirit pulsed with stars:
"Remember, the one who purified you is the Second Order Knight of Light, Lancha!"

As he spoke, he raised the wooden sword in his hand high up, and a rich golden light gathered in it, then shot up into the sky!

The golden light spread out and turned into a long sword, falling towards William's head!

"Light Judgment!"

"Stand up for judgement, devil!"

William raised his eyebrows slightly.

The second-level combat skill, Judgment of Light, not only requires bright fighting spirit, but also requires devout faith in the Lord of Light to use.

It seems that this is a holy knight of the Holy See of Light.

But hadn't Thomas already reached an agreement with his master that the Church of Light would not get involved in this war?
Strange things.

There was a burst of heat above his head, and William knew that he had been firmly locked by this combat skill. He nodded:

"As a second-level vampire, it's pretty good to have this ability. If it were any other third-level vampire, they might really get hurt."

"Unfortunately, the person you met today was me!"

As he spoke, he raised his wrist, a trace of blood oozed out from his palm, and suddenly a blood-red vortex exploded.

Attracted by the whirlpool, the dead bodies nearby began to twitch one after another, and blood mist rose from their bodies, gathering in William's palm and turning into a dagger as thick as a finger.

Holding the dagger in his hand, William raised it high and collided it squarely with the golden sharp blade falling from the sky!
boom--

The bloody dagger is like a baby standing in front of a two-meter-tall man compared to the sharp blade.

But at the moment of contact, thick blood burst out from the dagger.

Gold and scarlet exploded alternately, like a hot iron ball smashing into a sea of ​​blood!
The smell of blood filled the air.

The blood and gold light complemented each other, making everything around seem chaotic and inexplicable.

It also made William's originally handsome face look hideous and terrifying!
The light of the sword became weaker and weaker.

It was as if the dying sun was being pressed into the western hills by the clouds.

The knight summoned up his fighting spirit, constantly strengthened the power of his fighting skills, and continued to pray to the Lord of Light.

"Justice will prevail over evil..."

"Wherever the Lord's sharp blade reaches..."

“The righteous will be under His light—POOOO!!!”

The sharp sword that condensed all his spirit and fighting spirit suddenly shattered and turned into stardust all over the sky.

A blood-red light shot up into the sky, as if cutting the sky, and then slowly disappeared.

The knight knelt on one knee, sticky blood gushing out of his mouth. His internal organs had been injured by the surging fighting spirit.

William flew in front of the knight, who waved his mahogany sword in vain, but was knocked away by William.

The sharp claws pierced through the knight's armor and penetrated into his neck, injecting a light blue poison at an angle invisible to outsiders.

As the poison spread, the knight twitched a few times, and finally fell into a deep sleep due to excessive consumption and inability to resist its effects.

For thousands of years, the vampires have used this poison to hunt blood slaves.

"Put him down!"

Along with the sound came a dark glow of fighting spirit, which was still difficult to distinguish even surrounded by firelight.

The fighting spirit was heading for William's arm, but before it got close, William turned into black wind and grabbed the unconscious holy knight aside.

The fighting spirit penetrated into the nearby tent, causing the entire tent to collapse, and flames and dust rose into the sky.

"Hey, the sixth one!"

William turned around and smiled, and saw a knight wrapped in armor. Judging from the emblem on his chest, he should be a baron.

The fact that he can release his fighting spirit to attack shows that he has reached the third level of strength.

The taste of the third-order extraordinary...

William licked his lips, a hint of greed rising in his heart, and considered whether to take some time to hunt it down.

But at this moment, he saw a figure that he did not want to see at this moment.

Tuduo was walking slowly towards him.

His arrival also means that all the high-level extraordinary people in the camp are likely to have gathered here.

It's time to leave.

Having such a second-level Knight of Light in hand is enough to give an account to the master.

The blood energy surges, and wings rise behind you.

Under the full moon, William lifted Lancha by the neck and slowly ascended into the air:
"Ah, it's a rare opportunity for the Earl to come. I didn't expect that you Eivor people are so polite." "Unfortunately, I'm full. I can only decline your kindness."

"That's all for today. I'll come back tomorrow!"

As he spoke, he raised a blood-red light and flew out of the camp, leaving behind only a thick blood mist and a messy corner of the camp.

"Stop right there, devil!" the third-level extraordinary person shouted and was about to chase William.

"Stop, that's enough, Bonta." Du Duo stopped his men: "In this environment, you can't catch up with him. If you go out alone, he will only play tricks on you to death."

Bonta turned back and argued eagerly: "But, sir! Lancha is your son!"

"I know." Du Duo's face turned as dark as steel: "That's why I can't sacrifice you for him!"

"Pass the order down, have the officers below the rank of centurion pacify the soldiers; all extraordinary people, gather at my central army camp!"

The chaos caused by William was basically extinguished after 3 hours.

The casualties among the soldiers were not great, with less than 30 killed directly by vampires, and more died in the fire or from being trampled upon by others in panic. Even so, the number was less than 200.

A lot of tents were lost, more than 130 in total, but fortunately the logistics were sufficient and they could be replenished quickly.

But the extraordinary aspects are not so optimistic.

There are 3 first-level extraordinary people, 2 second-level extraordinary people, and one of them is the Earl’s son.

A vampire was allowed to break into the camp as if he were alone, and caused such losses. Some officers present felt fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Some feel deeply ashamed and angry because of the shame.

Bonta complained excitedly, "Raven's methods are really too extreme. He even colluded with vampires. Can he still be considered a noble?!"

"So what?" Although Du Duo's eyes were full of bloodshot and the dice he had been playing with had stopped in his palm, his words were still very rational:

"We don't have any evidence right now. Even if we did, can the Keynes Empire still use this as an excuse to punish Raven?"

Du Duo's words made everyone bow their heads.

"I'm not saying this to discourage you, but to tell you." Du Duo took a deep breath: "The only way to punish Raven is to defeat him head-on on the battlefield."

"Can't wait any longer!"

"Pass the order down. After daybreak, immediately organize an attack!!"

Du Duo knew that his troops had just finished a march and had not had a complete rest. They also did not have time to set up catapults and other killing weapons on the spot.

Now is not a good time to attack.

But if we don't attack now, things will only get worse.

The appearance of vampires completely disrupted Tudor's plans.

The vampire obviously obeyed Raven and was at least level 3. Only if he and Bonta or Quarry joined forces could they ensure that he could be suppressed.

In this way, unless all the extraordinary people gather in his tent, they will inevitably be hunted down one by one by vampires.

If you really do this, you will be allowing yourself to bleed and slowly go to defeat.

Not to mention that the whereabouts of vampires are unpredictable, the loss of morale caused by their breaking into the camp every night alone cannot be ignored.

More importantly, if the vampires found out where their food and supplies were stored and set a fire to them, they might not be able to be rescued!

"Those damn vampires!" Du Duo slammed the chair hard.

At this time, he was not talking about William, but the priests of the Church of Light who had benefited a lot from him.

Duduo's son is named Lancha. He was sent to the Church of Light by Duduo to be trained since he was a child, and his mind is full of loyalty to the Lord of Light.

This time, the Church of Light remained neutral in the war, and it was Lancha who took the initiative to join the army to share his father's worries.

If there was a level 3 priest around, the vampires wouldn't be so rampant.

"That's fine." Du Duo forced himself to calm down.

With the background of the Church of Light, Raven should not attack Lancha.

Time passed, the night passed little by little, but the day did not come as expected.

The sky is full of dark clouds.

With the sound of the horn, the gate of Du Duo's camp opened, and the army slowly poured out and began to line up with their backs against the camp wall.

The Bolan region is the richest region in the Principality of Eivor, and the army under Dudor can indeed be called elite.

At the front was a phalanx of more than 3000 heavily armored soldiers.

Both the left and right wings have a size of 8000 people, with all kinds of troops available.

On the rear wing, there was a long-range force of 6000 people, mainly armed with crossbows, and equipped with 2000 archers.

A long-range projection force of this scale, as long as there is sufficient protection and enough attack time, is enough to fight against an enemy force that is several times larger than itself.

Raven has only two legions in total, and now he has sent 1000 elite soldiers to the Bolan Gold Mine.

But Du Duo did not underestimate Raven because of this.

"No wonder Wanda lost." Du Duo said indifferently as he looked at the Eagle Army several miles away.

The Eagle Army had one-third the number of troops under his command, but it took them less than one-fifth of their time to march out of the camp, prepare, and form up their battle array.

It was also a standard infantry phalanx, with 3000 men on the left wing, 3000 men on the right wing, and 1000 elite heavy armored soldiers in the middle.

There was another square formation on its right side, which consisted of 500 heavy cavalry in full helmet and armor, firmly holding down the corners of the formation.

That will also be the force that poses the greatest threat to Du Duo's army in this battle, except for the King of Wind.

The Principality of Eivor does not produce good horses, nor does it have enough land to graze them. The limited war horses can only be imported from the Nordic provinces or the Insa Empire in the north, making it difficult to form an organized cavalry.

"It seems that Raven didn't build the Wall of Sighs by luck."

Being able to train the army to be so neat, even Du Duo felt inferior to him, and looking at the way he deployed the troops, he did not have the impetuous habits of ordinary young nobles.

Indeed, this classic infantry phalanx is not surprising, but the reason why it is classic is that it is effective enough and is the optimal solution obtained from thousands of wars.

In the history of wars on the Middles continent, countless nobles who wanted to achieve a surprise victory invented various formations, but were met with only failure!
Before the battle, you can use tricks and conspiracy tactics.

But when it comes to the battlefield, there will only be fair collisions and attacks!

"March!"

The sound of trumpets rang out in the air, and the armies of both sides began to advance almost at the same time.

At this time, the difference between the two sides can be seen.

Although Raven's troops were small, they advanced in almost a straight line, like a slowly advancing iron barrel.

Under Du Duo, the 3000 elite soldiers in the central army were able to maintain their formation, while the two wings began to deform like waves.

The heavy footsteps gradually spread until both sides could clearly see the patterns on the flags of the other side.

The black eagle flag representing the Griffith family fluttered in the wind, and Tudor's golden lion was ready to pounce.

The distance between the two sides is now less than 400 meters.

But at this moment, Raven's troops suddenly stopped.

Is Raven preparing to attack as the Wind King?
However, the flying monsters in the sky did not report the appearance of the Wind King, and the Wind King could not be seen anywhere.

Even so, Du Duo still gave the order in time: "Let the long-range troops prepare for air defense!"

However, the changes that followed were far beyond Du Duo's expectations.

Raven's central army suddenly split apart, and six large carts were slowly pushed out.

Du Duo's pupils shrank:
"Enchanted bed crossbow!?"

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(End of this chapter)