Rise from the coffin and rebuild the vampire empire

Chapter 134 Raid
Under the moonlight, skeleton soldiers made of white bones marched in formation. The skeleton soldiers in the formation moved in unison, as if they shared a brain. This alone was difficult for elite soldiers to match, not to mention the new recruits in Wangbo Port.

Several skeleton soldiers riding skeleton warhorses walked at the front of the team, led by a skeleton general. These were the undead troops belonging to Karen, and they were responsible for leading the charge.

To put it bluntly, they are cannon fodder among cannon fodder, just filler.

Of course, this arrangement had to be agreed to by Karen in advance. If Karen did not agree, Hellion certainly would not dare to do so.

Regarding this war, Karen's main strategy is to delegate power and not interfere at all. He plans to take this opportunity to gradually fade behind the scenes.

Besides, such specific matters should be left to the people below to handle. It is not necessarily a good thing to control everything. Who can stand being asked to "move the machine gun five meters to the left" all day long?

Moreover, if Karen has to solve everything, it would be better to just tire him out. He wants to be the "God of Vampires", not the "God of Cattle and Horses". How can a top leader be worse than cattle and horses?

What Karen pursues is not simply this kind of secular power.

The great revival of the blood clan and the reconstruction of the empire are the prerequisites for Karen to become a god. They are the preparations he must make in order to become a god, and they are also the source of his power after he becomes a god. The blood clan and the empire are the cornerstones and anchors of Karen's throne.

Following the cannon fodder skeleton army is Werner and his undead troops. The cavalry from Hellion and Wangbo Port are also with Werner. This is the backbone of the force. Kevin, Drake and others are also there. All human professionals are gathered in this team.

As for the human infantry, they were at the end of the team, and Hellion was not going to send them up unless it was absolutely necessary.

The army of Wangbo Port is a newly formed force that is still growing and is far from reaching the level of a regular army.

After the overall situation is decided, it is okay to send them up to gain some experience, but if you throw them directly into the battle, they will be seeking death. Now they are not even qualified to be cannon fodder.

The Lizardman troops, led by Slako and Zandata, traveled through the mountains and forests, and their responsibility was to stir up trouble.

Once the two sides start fighting, the Lizardman troops will rush forward, disrupting the entire battlefield and definitely catching the other side off guard.

In Hellion's opinion, disrupting and dividing the battlefield would definitely be beneficial to them. Duke Drum's army is a professional army, and their coordination and formation combat capabilities must be far stronger than the mixed forces in Wangbo Port.

Once the battle enters a melee mode, Duke Drum's troops will no longer have this advantage, but will instead fall into an absolute disadvantage.

It was pitch dark and chaotic. For a human army, this was definitely the biggest weakening. A reduction of 80% in combat power would not be an exaggeration.

This has no effect on the Undead and the Lizardmen. Needless to say, they all have night vision. The Undead are trying to maintain morale, and the Lizardmen are all as excited as if Slako and Zandata are there.

All these can be summed up in one sentence: "The advantage is mine!"

"Who?!"

The imperial sentry wearing leather armor and holding a longbow, who was squatting on a tree branch, suddenly started. He turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, shouted, and had already bent the bow and drawn the arrow in his hand.

The dense forest was dark and shrouded in the darkness of night. It was so quiet that it seemed as if the faint sounds just now were all illusions of the sentry.

"Did you hear wrongly?"

Another sentry in a different tree, dressed similarly, apparently thought so, for he heard no movement.

"Impossible." The sentry with his bow and arrow frowned. He squinted his eyes and observed his surroundings. The darkness blocked his sight and made him feel like a blind man. Even a ranger's eagle eyes would be limited at night.

"Whoosh!"

Before the sentry could observe any further, a blowpipe came from another tree next to him and pierced his neck directly.

"Pfft!"

The sentry's eyes widened and he fell directly from the tree. When he looked again, his eyes were bulging and he was foaming at the mouth. He was deader than dead. A small blowpipe had such terrifying power.

On another tree, Sentry B's hair stood on end, but before he could move, a blowpipe almost hit him.

"Pfft!"

Sentry B fell headfirst, following in Sentry A's footsteps.

On a tree branch not far away, the colors changed, and one could vaguely see that it was a chameleon standing up and changing its shape. He held a blowpipe in his hand and had many darts hidden on his body, each of which was a deadly poison arrow.

"Sigh~"

The chameleon stuck out its tongue, and several of its kind appeared around it. They were the vanguard, responsible for dealing with the sentries.

Compared with the chameleons who have unique talents, human hunters and rangers are obviously not on the same level.

The visible and covert sentries responsible for keeping watch around the camp were basically easily dealt with by the chameleons, allowing the large army to pass safely.

Earlier today, Duke Drum's scouts had arrived at Wangbo Port, but this time they were obviously vigilant enough and did not approach rashly, but observed from a distance.

When Wangbo Port discovered them, the scouts immediately fled in all directions. They were so cautious that Wangbo Port was unable to intercept them in time.

But letting them escape was not a big deal, because they would never have thought that Wangbo Port would launch an attack that night.

In the eyes of these Magras people, they were the ones who should take the initiative to attack. When they discovered the presence of suspicious targets around them, they at most added more people to the usual patrols. They did not expect that Wangbo Port would take the initiative to attack.

Unfortunately, even though they had doubled the number of patrol personnel, they were still unable to get advance warning, and the mixed forces of Wangbo Port had already rushed right in front of them.

Under the gaze of the chameleons, the skeleton general rode on a skeleton warhorse and led the skeleton soldiers out of the woods. In front of them was an unguarded camp, a new camp built on the ruins that had been destroyed twice by Wangbo Port.

Although they had only been in the New World for two days, the Magras camp already looked well-organized. The army's execution was indeed very strong. Although they had only built simple marching tents, it was obvious that the leader was quite capable.

Outside the camp, the patrolling soldiers were all in high spirits and not slacking off at all. They were obviously very elite soldiers.

"Kakakaka!"

The sound of bones colliding reached the ears of the patrolling soldiers, making them quickly alert. Several of them looked towards the woods and saw rows of skeleton soldiers rushing out from the dark forest.

(End of this chapter)