Chapter 268: Chapter 262, The Plan of Pruell City_l
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The villagers on the side wanted to stop him, but after the faint-blooded one bared his fangs, they helplessly crouched back down.
Now everyone was like a lamb, no one could guarantee whether they would be the next to die.
The woman was roughly dragged into the nearby woods.
She did not resist but stumbled behind Bernard.
Having walked all the way from Pruell City up until this point, her legs were numb and her feet were throbbing in pain.
But she dared not stop.
Those who could not move or slowed down, had already died tragically on the road.
In full view of everyone, their throats were torn open by fangs, their bodies were thrown on the wagons, and the journey continued.
She didn’t know where she was going, nor did she understand why they would be carrying the bodies after killing them.
She had heard the conversation between father and son just now, and knew she was the target of Bernard’s displaced anger.
The woman stumbled along, being dragged towards the woods.
The woods were dark.
She knew what was about to happen, and also knew that next would be her only chance of escape.
If she didn’t seize this opportunity, there would never be another chance to escape.
About five or six meters from the camp, Bernard stopped.
He forcefully pushed her forward.
“What are you going to do next? No one will say anything if I kill you.” Bernard sneered.
Just like a hunter playing with his prey, allowing the prey to try to please himself before killing.
The woman’s eyes quickly changed and she unpinned her hair, actively took off her upper clothes to reveal her voluptuous body.
Bernard stood by and watched with an ever deepening smile on his face.
The feeling of power was just too good, even better than when he was in Pruell City.
Bernard pushed her to the ground, pinned her under himself, “Hahaha, let me see what taste you have.”
The woman didn’t speak, wrapping her arms around Bernard’s neck.
Excitement made Bernard pant, the rose of the civilian area was the dream lover of many drunks.
Now wasn’t she also a plaything, wantonly trying to please him.
As Bernard caressed the smooth thighs, lifted up the long skirt and was about to go further,
Suddenly, a trace of pain came from the back of his neck.
Then, hot blood trickled down his neck, dripping onto the breasts of the woman beneath him.
Bernard frowned and touched his neck.
He felt a steel nail had penetrated his neck.
Bernard realized something, and fear began to appear in his eyes.
He wasn’t a member of the Blood Clan yet, such an injury was enough to cost him his life.
Exhausting his strength, Bernard pushed away the woman wrapped around him and turned to run towards his father.
He still had a chance, as long as he got back to his father, the Blood Clan would surely have a way to heal him.
Just as Bernard was about to turn and leave,
How could the woman let go of this chance? Like a crazed panther, she pounced on Bernard, knocking him down.
Her left hand tightly clasped his jaw, and with her other hand she pulled out the steel nail from his neck, stabbing it repeatedly into his throat.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!!
As more and more blood spurted out, Bernard struggled weakly and then became motionless.
The woman collapsed to the ground, completely devoid of energy.
Even from this distance, the smell of blood caught the attention of the Blood Clan up ahead.
They started calling out Bernard’s name and walking towards them.
The woman was tired, watching the Blood Clan get closer, she revealed a smile.
Dying along with Bernard, it seemed worth it.
She closed her eyes, waiting for death to come.
She could only hope that death wouldn’t be too painful.
Just as death approached and the Blood Clan bared their fangs at her,
Whoosh! Thud!
Suddenly, the sound of an object piercing the air came from above.
A red dot of light, accompanied by a long tail flame, exploded in the sky above the campsite. The fiery orange glow illuminated the entire area.
It was a signal flare, a device passed down from the Dwarfs—practical and easy to make.
Just as everyone was looking up at the sky in confusion.
Woosh woosh woosh!!!
Immediately, the sound of tearing through the air resonated as giant wings blotted out the sky, crossing overhead.
Skeletons of the Undead leapt down from the winged creatures, dueling with the Blood Clan, whose eyes glowed an eerie red.
Clip-clop clip-clop clip-clop!!!
From behind the woman came the sound of trotting horse hooves. A Human Clan knight appeared first, decapitating a fanged member of the Blood Clan as he passed.
Following him were more Human Clan knights, their backs bearing giant swords.
Although she didn’t recognize these individuals, their armor and giant swords reminded her of the warriors Fang Hao left behind at the hot pot restaurant.
Did Fang Hao arrive?
The battle ended in just ten minutes.
The Skeleton Warriors quickly evacuated the battlefield, and the heavy sword infantry entered immediately afterward.
“Everyone, please don’t panic. We are humans, here to rescue you. Let’s take a headcount now, and everyone can go home soon,” they shouted in unison, ensuring every human present could hear them clearly.
When everyone had quieted down and panic subsided.
The infantry began counting the number of people and made the final adjustments.
“Lad, are you with Miss Anjia?” an old man asked, seeming to recognize one of the heavy sword infantrymen.
The infantryman looked at the elderly man, asking curiously, “Do you know me, old man?”
“When a creature disturbed the well in our village last time, you were here. I remember,” the old man replied.
“Ah, it’s you, old man. Don’t worry, our lord knows about this incident. You all can return home and resume your peaceful lives,” the infantryman continued.
“Oh, thank you,” the elderly man thanked them.
“No problem.”
The elderly man re-entered the crowd, the remaining people immediately gathered around to ask about the situation.
“Don’t worry. I know these people. They were the ones who got rid of the monster in our village last time. Everything will be alright,” the elderly man reassured everyone.
With someone who had recognized the party, everyone’s panic was significantly alleviated.
No one asked about the undead incident. Instead, everyone gathered their strength preparing to move on.
After a while, the infantrymen shouted again, “Alright, follow me back now. The smell of blood here could easily attract other vampires.”
At the mention of vampires, everyone’s tension rose once again.
Helping each other up, they started following the group back from where they came.
At this moment, the landlady came out from the forest, donning clothes pulled off Bernard, stained entirely with blood.
She followed the group, starting their return journey.
Meanwhile, in Pruell City, inside the City Lord’s Mansion.
City Lord Cyril sat in his seat, by his side sat a middle-aged man in a neatly tailored suit.
Below them, both sides were filled with dignitaries and wealthy merchants from all over the city.
“As I’ve described, Mr. Fielding will be in charge of this operation. As long as you agree to this plan, you will have the opportunity to become a member of the Blood Clan and attain eternal life,” City Lord Cyril spoke softly.
He chose to cooperate with the Blood Clan, but Pruell City couldn’t openly betray the Human Clan.
That would lead to war, and he wouldn’t benefit from it.
Therefore, he needed some supporters to help him complete this plan while maintaining a human identity on the surface.
When they retire behind the scenes, they can transform into the Blood Clan, escaping death and disease.
This plan was very tempting.
The people present, who had enjoyed an affluent life, were troubled by the shortness of life.
At this moment, Cyril could act as a mediator, allowing them to become part of the Blood Clan when they grew old, stirring everyone’s interest.
“Alright, since City Lord Cyril leads the way, I’m willing to join this plan,” a voice finally broke the silence.