The First Vampire

The troll envoy only stayed for a day in Ice Rock City before continuing on to Winterfell City.

Colin also set out with them.

For this trip to Winterfell City, he only brought Knight Lyle and a hundred guards with him.

He left Knight Shar and Knight Raymon in Ice Rock City to continue training the troops.

He entrusted all matters of the territory to Emon and Quincy.

Originally, his sister Kaitlin was going to accompany him, but upon hearing news of her long-lost husband, she raced to Fallen Eagle City.

Colin did not stop her.

At this point, he couldn’t be certain whether his sister was involved in the conspiracy against him.

So he let her go.

After all, he would eventually have to settle the score with the Uman Clan.

For now, he lacked evidence, and his power was insufficient.

However, he now has a brilliant chess piece and will wait for the right time to seek revenge for past grievances.

This chess piece – the blood slave Cynthia, was also brought out by Colin this time.

She was kept a kilometer behind the convoy.

Colin found that he could only command the blood slave within a three-thousand-meter radius; any further and he would lose contact.

On the way to Winterfell City, the Troll Prince often approached Colin, his attitude quite enthusiastic.

Yet Colin’s attitude was somewhat perfunctory.

Firstly, he suspected that the other party might covet Vera;

Secondly, the news about the holy warrior wanting to duel him irritated him quite a bit.

However, Colin wasn’t overly worried about this.

The Troll Holy Warrior’s challenge was clearly directed at Duke St. Hilde.

Colin was not the one who had beheaded the previous Troll Emperor, even though he had become the owner of the Blade of Judgment.

If a holy warrior seeks to duel a third-order knight, it would make him a laughingstock in the world.

That holy warrior presumably would not wish for such disgrace.

As for which Northerner they would send to deal with this formidable adversary from the holy field, that was not Colin’s worry.

Presumably, Duke St. Hilde would not fight personally, as that would likely lead him to his death.

In Colin’s memory, the North Territory currently has no holy knights.

But the Shining Empire does, and there are two of them.

The Troll Empire’s holy warrior had picked a fight; surely these two holy knights wouldn’t ignore it.

No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with Colin, a minor knight.

Prince Okamoto merely wanted to intimidate Colin, in retaliation for Colin’s disdain and disrespect.

Naturally, Colin wouldn’t show any amiability to the troll envoy, even if he was a prince.

A loser is a loser.

After experiencing that battle firsthand and witnessing the Dark Cavalry massacring the troll army of three hundred thousand like slaughtering pigs, Colin could no longer regard this once formidable enemy of the North Territory seriously.

Prince Okamoto didn’t mind Colin’s indifference at all.

Perhaps prepared, the prince kept a very low profile.

Along the way, he took care of Colin affectionately, as if he had truly become Colin’s servant.

That aroused Colin’s caution.

Was this Prince Okamoto a figure like Goujian?

He might pretend to serve his enemy on the surface and reduce his own threat, but in fact, he might be harboring vengeance and accumulating power in secret.

Colin was secretly alert and pondered how to disrupt the peace talks.

He couldn’t allow the trolls to recover.

The convoy did not move fast, and it was only eight days later that they arrived at Winterfell City.

Colin had visited this central city of the North Territory before, but every time, he would be deeply amazed.

Winterfell City is built entirely on a mountain.

Like a mighty beast looking down from a high altitude, it oversees the entire North Territory.

The colossal city wall, reaching over thirty meters high, is situated halfway up the mountain. The position of the residents increases as one ascends.

Atop of that mountain shrouded in mist throughout the year stands the castle of St. Hilde family – Lion Roar Castle.

It is said to be the highest castle not only in the North Territory but in the radiant Empire as well, which makes it hard to imagine the high cost of its construction.

The towering city rendered everyone speechless for a moment.

Especially the Trolls, who have never seen such a miraculous group of buildings before, a look of fear involuntarily surfaced on their faces.

“Hear my roar, it’s the wrath of heaven!”

Looking at the majestic castle high up in the clouds, Okamoto couldn’t help but recite the motto of the St. Hilde Family.

When he had first heard this motto, the Troll Prince didn’t think much of it.

He felt that no matter how strong the St. Hilde family was, they did not have the right to put the word “heaven” in their motto.

But now, he understood.

Anyone living in that castle and looking down at all living beings would inevitably have the illusion of being a deity’s representative on earth.

Presumably, recalling the dreadful scene when the Dark Cavalry charged, Prince Okamoto couldn’t help but tremble.

As Colin admired the fear of the trolls, a sense of pride peculiar to Northerners rose within him.

“Please, Prince Okamoto.”

“Oh, okay, okay. Sir Viscount, after you.”

The waist of Prince Okamoto seemed to bow lower than before.

The group followed the mountain path up and arrived at the city gate halfway up the mountain.

The closer they got, the more they could feel the tremendous pressure emanating from the city.

As if an actual lion was watching everyone coldly from the mountain.

At the city gate, a long line was waiting for inspection before entering.

However, as a noble, Colin obviously didn’t need to queue.

When the banner of the roaring polar bear was revealed, the crowd promptly parted, making way for Colin and his party.

The Trolls also benefited from Colin and followed him to the city gate.

However, the looks the Trolls received from the surrounding crowd were not so friendly.

If they hadn’t been following behind Colin, causing the crowd to assume they were prisoners or slaves of the Viscount, someone might have already picked a fight.

Upon arriving at the city gate, the guard treated Colin with great courtesy, and after confirming his identity, he was allowed to pass immediately.

The treatment for the Trolls, however, was entirely different.

Even though Prince Okamoto had presented his own identification and the Emperor’s personal letter of dispatch, the guard continued to question and insult him, with an expression of utter disbelief.

They even rummaged through their luggage repeatedly, tossing all the items around and treating them with extreme contempt.

Colin just stood by, watching with a smile, showing no intention of helping.

A number of Trolls were angered by the guards’ attitude to the point of rebelling.

However, instead of relenting, the guards further provoked the Trolls as if wishing they would provoke them first, and then they would have a reason to kill the Trolls.

However, from beginning to end, Prince Okamoto kept smiling, displaying an indifferent look as he patiently explained each time the guard questioned him.

His restraint helped to calm the other Trolls as well.

Seeing the Trolls act in such a submissive fashion, the guards finally lost interest and waved them into the city.

“Viscount, I apologize for keeping you waiting. Your nation’s guards are indeed very dedicated.”

Colin looked at the false smile on Okamoto’s face, and despite knowing its insincerity, he couldn’t help but admire his patience.

This young Troll Prince certainly stood out.

Just as he was about to beckon Prince Okamoto into the city, another minor commotion suddenly broke out at the city gate.

Raising his head, Colin saw a team of Half-Elves appearing outside the city gate..