In this way, Valed shamelessly conveyed false messages, hoping to numb the other party with this, so as to receive the effect of surprise attacks and reduce his own losses and achieve greater success.

When Duke Constantine saw Valed's reply, a little rosy appeared on his pale and bloodless face. One was because of excitement, the other was because of shame.

The excitement was because the other party used a polite, more equal tone and tone to describe it. This comforted his fragile self-esteem. Of course, this was just a secondary aspect, and more importantly, Valed agreed to his negotiation request... Of course, in Valed's letter, the humble word "request" was used.

But these don't matter, it really doesn't matter. Even if Valed uses a arrogant tone in his letter, condescendingly and scolds Constantine for being bloody. As long as he can agree to the peace talks, he will use all his resources to exchange for his life. As long as he can still have a life, then...

He will use all the time left of his life to take revenge.

Yes, revenge, revenge - revenge!!!

——Revenge the young, overly vampire, this damn bat. No matter what the price is, it will be good. As long as you can take a step earlier than he dies, even if you see the bat dies in one second, then he will feel at ease.

"I will take revenge! I will correct all my shortcomings - arrogance, irritability and greed. Give my own character, accumulate strength. Give allies and organize the army - I will take revenge. I will kill you, and I will never forgive you! And all this will start with this negotiation."

Lying on the hospital bed, Duke Constantine thought like this, the sick man looked thin and lost his body from time to time, with his excited emotions, a irrepressible and amazing magic power surged. This was the gift he received after forcibly activated the "magic explosion" ability of the Huntian Divine Chariot that day... or a curse.

According to the measurement of the Imperial Mages accompanying the army, the duke now exceeds the vast majority of the Imperial Masters by the number of magic powers alone. Moreover, this magic power is very pure, positive energy - the so-called righteous light magic. This is a great encouragement for Constantine.

He has obtained such a powerful and specialized in restraining dark energy and restraining the power of vampires. What is more wonderful than this?! The Duke even thought of the word "fate". Yes, if it weren't for fate, why would there be such a wonderful coincidence?

And that shame is because of Valed's age, fourteen years old, and even by human standards, he is just a child.

So, he, Constantine, the leader of the powerful country of the Principality of Ive, the Duke of the Sigma Empire, one of the electorates of the most powerful empire in the human world, can further become the emperor's noble character, the general and ruler who is highly regarded - in the end, was defeated by a vampire cub.

This made Constantine feel very ashamed, even to the point where she wants to die of shame - in fact, if the belief in revenge was not supported by him, then he would have really pulled out his sword and wiped his neck.

Excitement, luck, pain and shame. All these emotions mixed and fermented in his brain. He could not fall asleep peacefully on this cold night—and then, when the Duke had no insomnia and could not fall asleep. Then he had to put on a cloak and wrap himself up. When he was about to walk in the barracks, he lifted the curtains of the camp, and then saw something he had not thought of—danger! Evil! The army of darkness and sin was approaching him!

"Duke, what's wrong with you?"

The Yanyang Knight, who was guarding his door, saw their duke walking out, was stunned at the first moment and asked strangely.

"enemy!!"

Then, Duke Constantine shouted in an extremely high tone, which made the Yanyang Knight stunned.

"Duke, you-" When the Yanyang Knight smiled bitterly, thinking that his Duke was nervous or had a nightmare. He wanted to persuade him to go back and rest, Constantine said this like a cannon:

"I gained the magical power of light magic through my contact with the Huntian Divine Chariot a few days ago. One of them was the ability to prophecy - I just saw that the undead army was gathering and was about to attack us! So we must prepare, otherwise everyone will be done!!"

Constantine knew that because of the previous events, his prestige in the army had been reduced to a very bad level. Even these Yanyang Knights, the most tenacious and loyal knights, made their first reaction when facing his orders, were not to obey, but to be confused. So while anxious, he forced himself to calm down and explained the current situation in the fastest, simplest and most obvious way.

"What order do you have?!"

Sure enough, after hearing him explain this, the Yanyang Knight quickly reacted, although there was still a hint of doubt in his eyes and a hint of reserving attitude that he would rather believe in. But at least he was willing to listen to the orders of Duke Constantine.

"Go and wake up more people! Wake up your companions! The knights, and then send orders to the generals, and then tell the officers closest to you - ask them to get more soldiers up and join the battle!"

With the orders of Duke Constantine, more people trembled and trembled as they crawled from the warm bed - of course some of them were unable to get up - they had frozen to death. The entire camp of the Principal of Ivey became messy, and the generals who had climbed up ran to the Duke and heard the same narrative as before.

The generals who knew the seriousness of the matter quickly joined the ranks of commanding and deploying defenses. This made the entire defense work progress much faster.

Seeing the soldiers setting up a horse-rejecting and forming a combat formation, the Sigma combat priests and officers shouted loudly to inspire morale. The army was at least a little bit better. Duke Constantine was in a good mood. Although he was still worried about the attack of the undead army in the next war, at least he had seized the initiative - so he thought.

At the same time, above the Black Fire Pass, Vared looked at the busy Ive army from afar and showed a cruel smile: "The whole army rests, the attack time... is delayed for six hours."

The initiative is still in the vampire's side.

In this way, on a cold night, the army of Duke Aiwei, which had no energy, was filled with cold wind. They waited until dawn, and did not see the legendary undead legion that came back to attack at night. However, more than a few thousand people were frozen to death. This was the day when the Principality of Aiwei lost the number of non-combat personnel.

Some soldiers stood and then became stiff when they looked at it again. When they pushed it, they fell to the ground like an ice sculpture. Some were confused and fell to the ground with a "thump" sound - that was hungry. Some people, although they had at least saved their lives, had their bare fingers, ears and so on, and they became disabled.

In fact, it is a very ridiculous thing to get an army that does not have enough clothes to protect the cold, or even eats enough to eat for a long time, to get up in the middle of the night to do this and that. In fact, when the defense was first laid out, Duke Constantine and the generals heard many complaints from the soldiers.

The soldiers with anger in their empty stomachs complained loudly: Instead of being hungry and cold like this, they would have to be called up in the middle of the night and not even sleep well. It would be better to be chopped off by the undead.

The number of complainers, the frequency and degree of complaints, also continued to intensify over time. When it was daytime - at six o'clock in the morning, the complaint finally fermented and deteriorated. The soldiers could no longer help it - they roared loudly, held high, waved their weapons, and shouted loudly about their officers, even the Sigma combat priests. The situation was once in chaos.

"Military?!" This dangerous word flashed through Duke Constantine's heart. He knew that the Ive soldiers who were in a bad mood and were "deceived" later would definitely be very unstable now. If this negative emotion is not suppressed, then these officers, generals, dukes and so on will definitely be torn apart by this force at the first time.

"That's damn! Why didn't you come?!"

Now, Duke Constantine, in turn, began to complain that the undead army was too slow. It has to be said that complaining about this matter in his capacity is simply a joke. In fact, the whole thing itself seems to be a joke. And if it is a little more humorous, then the 100,000 troops of the Principal of Ivy were trapped in the border prince's leadership, which is the biggest joke in itself. Of course, this is black humor.

Vared and Vared von Castein were one of the audiences of this comedy. Despite the strict tutoring, especially the surrounding environment where dozens of vampire officers were following him, he could not hilariously like a madman. However, it was okay to show a happy mood, as if he had seen a smile of some pleasant scenery.

"There are two hours left, let's prepare."
Chapter completed!