The First Vampire - Chapter 465
Chapter 465: 463 Breakout (Up)_1
“Duke!”
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Knight Muffat, who had finally managed to enter the hall, looked at the scene before him and let out a cry of despair.
Nevertheless, Muffat took a deep breath, assumed a fighting stance, and prepared to give it his all, ready to honour the vow he had made, even though he knew he was no match for Lucien.
Surprisingly, Lucien ignored Muffat completely. He hoisted the corpse of Duke St. Prowse on his shoulders and charged straight out.
Knight Muffat was left stunned, unsure whether to feel relieved or enraged.
Just as he was about to pursue him, he heard a faint groan.
“Marquis Vincent!” Knight Muffat hurried over, and looked anxiously at Marquis Vincent, who was lying on the floor, “You’re still alive!”
Marquis Vincent was struggling to speak, his mouth frothing with blood.
“Don’t…don’t let…the Howell Family…get away…”
Knight Muffat assumed that Marquis Vincent had woken up due to the afterwave of the fight, and was unaware of Duke St. Prowse’s assassination.
“Don’t worry! The Howells won’t escape! Hold on, I’ll find a priest for your treatment!” After a few comforting words, Muffat rushed off to find a priest, careful not to distress Marquis Vincent with the news of Duke St. Prowse’s death.
The Howell Manor had turned quiet again, with most of the guards gone to chase after the assassins or the fleeing Howells, leaving only a scattered few behind.
“Go to the Church…”
Knight Muffat pulled aside a guard to send for a priest but noticed a figure at the manor’s entrance.
“Marchioness!”
Knight Muffat quickly bowed in greeting, then realizing she was the Archbishop of the East, said, “My Lady! Marquis Vincent is severely injured and critical. Please see him immediately!”
The Marchioness frowned, looking dumbfounded, “Is Vincent still alive?”
“Yes.” For a moment, Knight Muffat was somewhat embarrassed. “There was a misunderstanding earlier…”
“Take me there quickly.”
The Marchioness walked beside Knight Muffat, asking, “Where is the Duke? Why isn’t he here?”
Knight Muffat hung his head in shame and anguish, “The Duke…I’m afraid he has been murdered…”
“What?” The Marchioness stopped abruptly. Her body wavered and she would’ve almost fallen.
Knight Muffat hastily advised, “My Lady, please put aside your grief for now. Marquis Vincent needs your help. As for the Duke, I’ve sent men to track down the assassins from the North. I will inform you as soon as we have definite news.”
“Alright…” The Marchioness nodded tremulously. Her expression was a bit dazed, but she braced herself and walked into the hall to Marquis Vincent’s side.
“My Lady, please concentrate on treating Marquis Vincent. If there is anything you need, just say the word. I will be waiting outside.”
“Alright.”
Once Knight Muffat stepped out, The Marchioness examined Marquis Vincent’s wounds and checked his breathing. The surprise on her face was evident. It was hard to believe that her son had survived such serious injuries.
However, upon seeing her son’s severe condition, the Marchioness merely stared but did not make any move to treat him.
Time ticked away. The Marchioness appeared to be lost in thought, entirely oblivious to her own son inching closer to death’s door by the moment.
After what seemed like an eternity, the sound of footsteps stirred the Marchioness out of her contemplation.
“Vincent!” The Marchioness hurried in, her face pale with fear. Upon seeing her husband’s horrifying injuries, her already pale face lost all of its remaining color.
“My Lady! How is Vincent…How is he?” The Marchioness was too shocked to remember courtesy, as she asked in a daze.
The Duchess didn’t mind her daughter-in-law’s rudeness, and said with a worried look:
“I have already tried to heal him, but his injuries are too severe. Whether he can regain consciousness depends on his will and whether our Lord is willing to show mercy…”
The Marchioness suddenly knelt down with a thud, crying and begging: “Please, you must save him!”
The Duchess helped Molly get up, saying, “He is my own son, how could I not try my best to save him? Have someone carry him back first. Be careful not to touch his wounds, and don’t seek others for help. Later, I will personally attend to him and perform the healing magic.”
The Marchioness wiped her tears and nodded repeatedly, saying, “Okay! Okay!”
After giving a few more instructions, the Duchess walked out.
But what she didn’t notice was that, as she turned around, Marquis Vincent suddenly opened his eyes, icy cold gaze fixated on his mother.
…
On the tower of North City.
Knight Logh gazed intently in the direction of the East City, deep in thought.
Orderlies came and went, bringing the latest battlefield situation here.
The situation in the East City was still tense, but the vanguard of the Blood Knight Army was already not far from the manor of the Howell family.
It was estimated that it wouldn’t be long before good news would come from there.
However, the situation outside the city was not optimistic at all.
According to the latest news from the scout cavalry, the Easterner’s army outside the city had already surrounded White Dew City and was constantly shrinking the encirclement.
In fact, Knight Logh was not afraid of the enemy’s encirclement strategy. Knowing the mighty attack power of the Blood Knight Army, the Easterner’s encirclement was no different from a rag bag full of holes.
However, there was a premise, that is, the Blood Knight Army could deploy their formation outside the city and gain enough charging acceleration distance.
If the Easterner army outside blocked the city gate, the tragic scene from Shadow Gorge might be repeated.
Therefore, the Blood Knight Army must not be trapped in the city. They must break out before the Easterner Army outside the city tightens the encirclement.
The Deputy officer couldn’t help but come forward several times to advise, but Knight Logh gazed at the direction of the East City and still hadn’t issued the order to break out.
As time passed bit by bit, the Easterner army outside the city was getting closer and closer. Just when Knight Logh was about to run out of patience and was about to order the breakout, a dazzling blue magic signal tore through the dark night sky and bloomed above the East City.
Knight Logh’s face lit up with joy, he immediately ordered:
“Blow the horn, gather the army, prepare to break out!”
“Yes!”
Whoo—
The deep and rhythmic sound of the military horn echoed through the night sky of White Dew City, awakening the Blood Knight Army warriors still fighting in the East City. They immediately stopped entangling with the enemy and started to withdraw in an orderly manner.
Clyde wiped a blot of blood from his face, grabbed an orderly passing by, and said anxiously:
“We haven’t got the people from the Howell Family yet. I just saw them running to the south. Why are we retreating now?”
“I don’t know. Execute the military order!”
Clyde sighed and had no choice but to turn his horse around and yell:
“Brothers, follow me and break out!”
