Under a dark sky.
A long line of people was moving.
These people were all wearing shackles on their hands and feet.
Barefoot, they trudged along the snow-covered road.
These are a group of prisoners.
Men and women, young and old, were all present.
They were ragged, emaciated, and had blank stares, looking utterly numb.
Every now and then, several knights in full armor, carrying long spears, would ride by on unicorns to patrol around them.
"Hurry up!"
The knights, annoyed that the prisoners were too slow, would occasionally whip them a couple of times, then laugh and ride away.
This behavior can be described as extremely arrogant.
These prisoners simply endured it all in silence.
Thump—
A prisoner swayed twice before collapsing heavily to the ground.
The other prisoners simply stepped over his body and continued forward, without affecting the speed of the procession in the slightest.
Upon seeing the corpse, the patrolling knights simply reined in their horses, dismounted, and dragged the body aside hastily.
Throughout the entire process, both the other prisoners and the knights remained incredibly calm.
After all, this kind of audiovisual experience is commonplace for them.
"Another one died?"
"Um."
Two men dressed in tuxedos and wearing bright red scarves around their necks stood on the balcony of a building, holding wine glasses and looking down at the procession in the distance.
They were located far from the line of prisoners.
But with the naked eye, one can clearly see what is happening in the distant, ant-like column of people.
"Humans are so fragile..."
One of them remarked in this way.
The other person burst into laughter upon hearing this.
"Haha, it's precisely because we know how fragile humans are that we choose not to be human."
As they spoke, it was clear that both of them had a sharp tooth on each side of their mouths, making them look just like vampires.
"That's true. We should also thank this apocalypse for giving us all sorts of strange skills."
"No, we should also thank Her Highness the Princess."
"Yes, yes, it's all thanks to Your Highness."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
They then clinked glasses and tilted their heads back to drink.
But when they turned the glasses upside down, the wine inside didn't flow.
"Oops, this 'wine' has solidified a bit..."
"It's so cold outside."
As they spoke, one of them reached out and grasped the other's wine glass.
In just a second or two, the 'wine' in the glass boiled and emitted a red, bloody smell.
It smells extremely pungent.
However, the two of them closed their eyes slightly, appearing to be enjoying themselves immensely.
"Your blood sacrifice is still the most effective."
"Stop joking, my blood sacrifice is only for things like this."
As if mocked, the man narrowed his eyes slightly, a flash of murderous intent passing through them.
Compared to others, my skill is really insignificant.
That's why he often gets ridiculed.
Although he's gotten used to it now, that doesn't mean he has a good temper.
"Speaking of which, the Lord Wars are over now, right?"
"I guess so."
The two drank while swiping on their respective screens.
The race on the panel clearly reads 'Vampire'.
"Tsk tsk, the first place is still that young lady Ouyang, only her territory has changed from Black Cat Paradise to Whale State. This woman is too amazing."
The two looked at the panel and walked back into the room behind them where the stove had been lit.
They also participated in this territorial war as a dominant force.
However, because he was not one of the original twelve lords, he was not recognized by the system panel.
When they were their queen.
Despite this, the vampire princess Zepesh still participated and even ambushed another lord, the troll arm Grashoff.
It was through this battle that they first truly understood what it meant to fight a lord.
Keep in mind that at that time, their queen had as many as six thousand vampires like them who possessed their own blood sacrifice abilities.
As a result, they ambushed Grashov on his likely route, launching a surprise attack that killed over two thousand vampires and around one hundred thousand vampire followers before finally eliminating the enemy and their barbarian army.
Therefore, they were very aware of how difficult it was for one lord to kill two lords.
Putting aside everything else, the loss of manpower alone would be enormous.
However, what they didn't know was that Ouyang Qianjin won very easily this time.
His army not only did not decrease but actually increased, with a significant number of troops joining his ranks.
"It's not just her. All the lords who survived this chaotic battle have seen significant improvements in their levels, but they are still somewhat inferior to Ouyang Qianjin."
Yes.
You can find out how many lords each lord killed in this battle simply by looking at the 'pre-battle' and 'post-battle' levels.
For example, Ouyang Qianjin from the East and Adams from North America both killed two lords themselves.
Both of them received the level 15 reward.
Nini Tille killed one but only got level 5.
His own queen also leveled up by 5 because she killed one of them.
But the most interesting one is probably Dorothy in the ghost apartment.
According to their respective countries and regions.
Two lords, the Crimson Earl and the Dawn Hunter, also disappeared from the area where she was.
Judging from the fact that the other party's level has not increased.
The count and the hunter probably encountered each other, fought, and then both perished...
Dorothy herself didn't level up, but she could be said to have won without even getting promoted.
After all, in the battle royale mode, two of the three lords died, so according to the mechanism stated on the panel, the territory in that place naturally belonged to Dorothy.
"What good luck! We acquired a territory so easily."
The guy who had just been sarcastic said this with a mocking look on his face.
After all, they lost more than two thousand vampires and still failed to gain territory, yet someone still managed to win without lifting a finger.
This is undeniably ironic.
I just don't know who it satirized.
"Speaking of territory, in the end, the Mediterranean territory was still occupied by that woman who likes to hide in her grave and let her summoned beasts fight. How despicable!"
Speaking of which...
Having already entered the house, the mocking vampire sitting on the sofa slammed his fist on the table in front of him with a ferocious expression.
The vampire who was being mocked shrugged, then sat down on the sofa opposite him, crossed his legs, and elegantly swirled the wine glass in his hand.
“Elegance, buddy. You should be elegant now. You know very well what the consequences would be if the Queen found out if you looked like this.”
"Well……"
When the person he was mocking said that, his mocking face suddenly came to its senses.
He then quickly straightened his tuxedo.
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