Chapter 303: Chapter 297, Flourishing Branches and Leavesl
Translator: 549690339
With Kong Yong as the guide,
they quickly bypassed dangerous terrain, accelerating their journey.
About ten minutes later,
the army halted in the woods on the west side of the village.
“My lord, that is the village I told you about. The ancient castle behind it is the residence of the Blood Clan’s Burnes, it’s guarded by the Dhampirs,” Kong Yong explained.
Ahead was a small village.
And beyond the village, a castle’s silhouette could be seen through the fog.
If the Blood Hunter still retained memories from the past, he would find this castle identical to his own Shadowwind Castle in its architectural style.
The situation in the village was dire.
Someone had leaked information to the Dhampirs. Now all villagers had been gathered at the central area of the village.
On the ground, two bodies lay.
One of the corpses was the only surviving militiaman who had followed Kong Yong when he abandoned his territory.
Seeing this scene, Kong Yong clenched his fists, an unquenchable anger burning within.
The man who vowed to slaughter the Dhampirs and rescue the villagers from the vampires was teary-eyed.
Even though he had witnessed so many deaths, he still couldn’t come to terms with this reality.
Demitrija glanced at Kong Yong, “Do you know the person on the ground?”
“Yes!” Kong Yong gritted his teeth.
Without saying much, Demitrija immediately ordered, “Bolton, lead your men to rescue the villagers. The rest will storm the Blood Clan’s castle ahead.”
“Yes!”
Everyone acknowledged.
The undead army rolled out of the forest, barreling towards the castle.
Bolton led his small undead squad to surround the village and rescue the villagers.
The Blood Hunter unfurled his bat wings, leading a swarm of Skeleton Giant Bats into the sky, charging forward.
With the help of the Dark Deception skill, he navigated through the thick fog.
Arriving over the castle, he swooped down.
The blade in the Blood Hunter’s hand swung out, instantly slaying two Dhampirs.
The Skeleton Giant Bats following closely behind swarmed like a plague.
They enveloped all Dhampirs around the castle.
When they dispersed again, all that was left of the Dhampirs were their picked- clean, bone-white skeletons scattered on the ground.
The battle was over in a flash.
Hundreds of Dhampirs were wiped out cleanly.
Demitrija and his troops arrived.
They walked straight into the castle, ascending to the third floor via the staircase.
The third floor’s bedroom was dimly lit.
The windows were sealed shut with thick curtains.
In the middle of the room, there was an exquisitely designed corpse-raising coffin.
The coffin lid was tightly closed.
It seemed the soundproofing here was excellent.
Despite hundreds of Dhampirs being killed outside, ‘Burnes’ inside remained undisturbed, still resting.
Demitrija gestured.
Two Barren Tomb Guards stepped forward, one on each side of the coffin lid.
With a simultaneous exertion of force, the coffin lid was prized open.
The moment the vampire inside opened his eyes,
swish!
Demitrija’s sword came slashing down.
The vampire’s head and half of the coffin fell, rolling into a corner.
“Move the body out,” Demitrija ordered as he sheathed his longsword and walked downstairs.
Vampires possessed a strong vitality.
Despite decapitation, it wasn’t dead yet.
It stretched out its arms, flailing and thrashing around.
A Skeleton Warrior next to it drew its argent short sword from its waist, hacking at the squirming body several times.
Only then did it slowly quiet down.
Outside the castle,
the rescued villagers were gathered in an open area.
When they saw the two coffin halves being carried out, along with the casually held head of ‘Burnes’ by a skeleton,
everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief and fear.
The vampire was dead.
They had never thought that even a vampire could be killed.
Demitrija looked at the chaotic and sickening crowd below, “Bolton.”
Bolton immediately rushed forward, “Lord Demitrija.”
“Guide these villagers out and set up a camp for them at the back of our base, anyone who dares to try to leave or send word to the Blood Clan will be executed on the spot,” Demitrija loudly declared.
Upon hearing the words ‘executed on the spot’, the already frightened villagers began to tremble even more.
“Yes, sir.”
Bolton took the order and began to lead the villagers away.
The villagers left.
Demitrija did not plan to halt his troops either.
In the combat strategy, he and Fang Hao had a fixed time arrangement.
“Kong Yong, you did a great job this time.” Demitrija praised him openly.
Kong Yong had already calmed his emotions, the death of Burnes and the Blood
Feeders were considered as a revenge for his militia.
“Thank you, my lord. I know of few other locations of Blood Clan’s castles, I could lead you there.”
Kong Yong had never thought that killing the Blood Clan could be this simple.
The undead army he guided had, in the blink of an eye, killed the mighty Burnes.
It was as simple as killing a chicken.
“No rush!” Demitrija shook his head and continued, “The extermination of the Blood Clan is not the priority right now. I need you to guide me to somewhere else.”
“Sir, I might have limited knowledge, but I can definitely guide you anywhere I’m familiar with,” Kong Yong reassured him.
“Tanho Lake!”
Upon hearing the name, Kong Yong momentarily froze.
The Book of Lord’s map did not include Tanho Lake, but he knew of its location.
Because it was a place strictly prohibited by the Blood Clan.
Anyone who approached it, none have returned alive.
“Is there a problem?” Demitrija noticed the tension in Kong Yong’s expression.
“My lord, that place is a land of death. The Blood Clan has strictly forbidden anyone from approaching it. Everyone who has ventured in has died,” Kong Yong explained, his voice trembling a bit.
“Are there Blood Clan soldiers there?”
Tanho Lake, as a vital part of the ‘beating heart’ mission.
It was quite reasonable that the Red Duke had stationed heavy troops there.
If nothing was there, it would indeed be worrisome about the authenticity of the intelligence.
“I don’t know. Nobody who got close came back alive,” Kong Yong replied.
Demitrija nodded.
He firmly said, “Show me the way. When we get there, you can stay at the back of the troop.”
Kong Yong took a deep breath and pointed out a direction.
The undead army continued to march forward.
The undead army steamrolled everything in their path.
The ancient castles they encountered along the way were conveniently raided by the undead, eliminating all the Blood Clan and the Blood Feeders inside.
After approximately twenty minutes of travel.
The army finally arrived at their designated location.
The fog was growing thicker, and the dampness in the air had started causing the accompanying orcs to cough violently.
The dim light could no longer penetrate the dense fog, as if it was already deep into the night.
Ahead was a thick forest, through the gaps in the trees, one could see the rippling surface of a lake.
There was no sign of any enemies, and there were no traces of any wildlife.
“Is the fog always so dense here?” Demitrija asked.
“Yes, when you enter this place, it’s hard to tell day from night.” Kong Yong answered.
Looking at enormous trees ahead, through the dense branches and leaves, there lay the murky sky above.
As if being engulfed in the gloom, a feeling of danger surged in their hearts.
“The signal flares!” Demitrija demanded sternly.
Someone in the back of the team ignited a signal flare.
Whoosh!
The signal flare exploded in the air, casting an orange glow illuminating the surroundings.
The next second.
Two bright red dots suddenly lit up among the dense branches and leaves.
Four, six…
Countless red dots appeared, filling the entire forest, all looking at the intruding undead army.
The fleeting light also allowed everyone to see the situation ahead clearly.
This wasn’t a lush vegetation.
Instead, gigantic bats hung all over the barren trees.
“Bats, archers get ready.”
Whoosh!
A rustling sound came from ahead, fluttering wings of hanging bats began to take flight, leaving only tall dead trees in what was once a lush forest.