The First Vampire - Chapter 591

Chapter 591: 589 Guess_1
 

The sun set in the west, and darkness gradually enveloped the Sky Ice Plain.

From his newly erected tent, Colin was admiring the newest member of the Blood Shadow Guard – the Troll Holy Warrior Otto Volkin!

At this moment, the forces under Colin’s control finally made a qualitative leap.

The Holy Field.

From now on, Colin no longer needs to worry about the threat of Mr. Ji. In fact, he has begun to plan how to lure Mr. Ji to assassinate him.

As long as the enemy dares to come, Colin can use the Blood Shadow Guard he now possesses to ambush and destroy him!

Despite his excitement, Colin still felt a shiver down his spine.

In this operation, although he had taken the Blood Knight Army with him for safety, instead of risking using just the Blood Shadow Guard to encircle and kill Prince Otto, the final development of the situation was still heart-stopping.

Upon seeing the full deployment of the Blood Knight Army, Prince Otto didn’t retreat as Colin predicted. Instead, he chose to confront them head-on, which could be considered a suicidal move.

What surprised Colin even more was that the White Wolf Witch King Squin was not there to worship at Holy Mountain. He came specifically to control Prince Otto’s corpse in order to assassinate Colin.

Despite being his enemies, Colin couldn’t help but admire the gall of Prince Otto and the White Wolf Witch King Squin.

Both of them, with a determined attitude to die, set up an almost flawless assassination against him.

If it weren’t for the Ancient Oak Mistletoe, Colin would have been a goner.

Thinking about this, Colin involuntarily took out the mistletoe, placing it before his eyes for a close inspection.

Unlike its plain appearance before, the mistletoe was now emitting a green glow, and when he touched it, he could even feel a faint warmth, almost as if it had come alive.

When Duke St. Gregorian first gave this mistletoe to Colin, he wished that with its help, Colin could soon father a child with Anna St. Prowse.

Although he didn’t know what secret was hidden between Duke St. Gregorian and Anna St. Prowse and why he was so concerned about their relationship, Colin knew that the Duke definitely didn’t expect her gift to accidentally save his life.

Gazing at the mistletoe in his hand that now resembled a piece of jade, Colin felt even stronger that he must have some connection with the Druids who were said to have disappeared from history.

Perhaps, what he thought was the “Blood Clan,” was actually the Druids?

It is said that Druids worship nature and are shape-shifting experts who can obtain special abilities by transforming into various animal forms.

So, is it possible that the blood clan traits that Colin possesses now are actually the abilities that the Druids have after simulating a bat form?

If true, then the Blood Clan is merely a branch of the world’s Druids.

The more Colin thought about it, the more likely this possibility seemed.

But unfortunately, documents about the Druids have been lost in the river of time, leaving only some legends that are hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Perhaps, he would have to enter the Bright Moon Forest and find those secluded Elves to gain more information about the Druids.

Also, this event served as a wake-up call to Colin – he must not underestimate religious figures.

Troll Witch Doctor, like human priests, are support professions and don’t possess much combat power.

But obviously, if one really thinks that they can’t pose a threat, that would be too naive.

In retrospect, it’s no wonder that Duke St. Gregorian advised him not to push Pope Gregory into a dead end, and it’s no wonder that Queen Midela wanted to leave Dragon City, completely dejected when she found out that the North Territory and the Pope could not reach a compromise, just to avoid the impending disaster.

They all probably knew that Pope Gregory must have some hidden tricks, and the result of excessive pressure might be unthinkable.

So, unless it’s absolutely necessary, he should not provoke Pope Gregory yet.

At least until he figured out the other party’s cards, Colin believed he must not act impulsively.

It is hard to predict the abilities held by the likes of the Pope and the White Wolf Witch King, who claim to be the representatives of the deities.

However, Colin was not overly worried.

Especially when his gaze fell onto the freshly minted Holy Field Blood slave before him.

Perhaps he could weaken the Church’s power by boiling it like a frog in hot water, slowly trimming its branches, until Pope Gregory, even if he wanted to fight to the death, would not dare make that decision, until in the end, they completely lost the ability to resist…

During his contemplation, Colin suddenly heard footsteps outside the tent.

“My Lord, the squad heading for the Holy Mountain has captured the White Wolf Witch King Squin.”

Upon hearing this, Colin immediately ordered Holy Warrior Otto to crawl into a coffin next to them, then said, “Bring him in.”

Immediately, four cavalrymen carried Squin into the tent.

Colin approached to look, and saw that the White Wolf Witch King had completely lost consciousness, and his condition was almost the same as what Colin had seen in the consciousness space of Holy Warrior Otto.

He was emaciated, almost skeletal.

Colin drew his sword, and with a snap, chopped off Squin’s head.

Then, as he lifted the head and placed it into a wooden box, he ordered:

“Drag his body away, find a place to bury it. As for the head, heh heh, it will be our gift to the Troll Emperor.”

“Yes, sir!”

The soldiers dragged away Squin’s headless corpse, saluted, and then left the tent.

Colin silently stared at the skull in the box, his expression on the face turned stark.

This time, although Okamoto did not appear, Colin was certain that this youngster was undoubtedly involved in this matter.

A Holy Warrior and a White Wolf Witch King, sacrificing their own lives, setting up a trap for Colin and the Blood Knight Army, could it really be the end of their plot?

To be honest, Colin was very curious about how Okamoto convinced the Holy Warrior and White Wolf Witch King to generously offer their lives, and also admired this old opponent for conceiving such a brilliant scheme.

If it wasn’t for the Ancient Oak Mistletoe, Okamoto might have really managed to turn the tables this time.

To imagine if Otto and Squin had succeeded, then the North Territory would have truly become like a completely defenseless maiden, warmly welcoming the Trolls in her arms.

The Trolls had already staked on the lives of a Holy Warrior and a White Wolf Witch King, so how could they be indifferent?

Colin was certain that Okamoto probably was already leading his army to set off.

Of course, Colin was not anxious about this, he was even somewhat expectant.

The Troll Empire, after being ravaged by Marquis Garcia and him, was already extremely weary, and it would be quite a stretch for them to muster a decent expeditionary force to head south.

Since Okamoto had taken the initiative to deliver himself, Colin would reluctantly give him a good military education one more time.

After all, this Troll Emperor was indeed rather shrewd in his intrigues and plots, but in the military … at least his performance when he engaged with Colin last time could be described as utterly flawed.

Thump!

Colin closed the box, wrapping Squin’s unappeased eyes in complete darkness.