People in Aurora are determined to fight chaos

Chapter 266 A Bald Head

Southern Sylvania.

Duncanhof Castle.

This place is filled with the smell of death, which has never dissipated for dozens of centuries.

The residents of the empire kept their distance and were reluctant to even approach the border.

They often boast about how many zombies and undead they saw in Sylvania and how much effort it took to escape.

Even if they exaggerate.

But the truth is even more horrifying. The number of deaths in Sylvania is appalling, both above and below the ground.

This territory once belonged to Vlad von Carstein.

A model elector who is respected and loved by his subjects.

of course.

This is just how they imagine themselves to be.

The living people in other territories wished that Sylvania would explode into the sky with a loud bang, especially those territories closest to Sylvania.

In a classical castle.

A coffin was placed in the center.

A large amount of unknown blood formed a strange magic circle with this as the center.

The human body parts in the corner are enough to prove the source of the blood.

quack--

A crow cawed several times outside the window, as if sending some kind of signal.

The coffin began to tremble after the cry.

Followed by.

The blood began to wriggle as if it came alive, and as if it had consciousness, it drilled into the coffin through the cracks in the wood.

click -

As the blood on the ground disappeared, the coffin made a noise.

"Ah~"

A man sighed softly, and a pale arm pushed open the lid.

"Only virgin blood can help me sleep peacefully."

A bald vampire straightened up, his expression as pale as snow.

Manfred von Carstein awoke from months of sleep, feeling refreshed.

“Maybe we should add one more per day?”

Manfred walked out of the room and looked at the gray sky of Sylvania.

"Welcome back, Lord Manfred."

Several female vampires walked out from the corner and saluted Manfred respectfully.

They are all imperial girls who were transformed into vampires by Manfred.

Although they can stay young forever, the price is to become Manfred's slave. When he gets tired of playing with them, they will be given to the imperial nobles with special hobbies.

Manfred enjoyed their bathing service while sipping red wine.

"Report to me every detail of the empire's recent events."

After Vlad von Carstein, the head of the Carstein family, committed suicide for love, Manfred became the most promising member of the Carstein family.

Because he has recently followed an extraordinary master.

They are running around trying to resurrect him.

"Nun was attacked?"

When Manfred heard the news that Imperial Nuln was attacked, he immediately took a big sip of red wine.

But when he heard that Nuln had not been conquered, he could not help but curse for several minutes.

"Who ruined Nurgle's plan?" Manfred cursed and then laughed happily.

"According to rumors, it seems that the Empire has sought the help of a powerful wizard, who appears to be from Cathay?"

"Aurora?"

Manfred was stunned for a moment, then said viciously, "I didn't expect the vampires there to be so weak that they couldn't even deal with those dragon sons with a sneak attack!"

"It's a disgrace to our vampire reputation!"

After saying this, Manfred still felt unsatisfied.

He pulled up a vampire girl beside him, bit her slender neck and began to suck her blood.

He didn't let go of her mouth until the poor vampire girl let out a long whimper.

The others served tremblingly on the side, not even daring to look.

"Manfred!"

A heavy voice came from outside the castle, and the strange tone was like a mummy that had been sealed in dust for thousands of years.

"Please, can't you just leave me alone for a while?"

Manfred grumbled, but got up from the tub reluctantly.

He put on his clothes with the help of the girl and walked towards the annoying sound.

"Loyal servant of Nagash, welcome to my humble abode!" Manfred opened his arms wide and looked at the guest at the city gate. "What brings you here?"

Arkhan snorted coldly, ignoring Manfred's squeeze.

"Manfred, I'm here to convey the Master's orders!" Akehan said sternly, "The Master can no longer tolerate the mess his world has become. We need to expedite the collection of relics!"

"That's easy to say, but you expect me to do all the work by myself?" Manfred didn't know what shamelessness was.

"I'm the one doing all the work!" Arkhan cursed Manfred in Khemri dialect, then continued, "Manfred, you'd better understand your position. When our Lord is resurrected, everything you do will be re-evaluated!"

"Brother Arkhan, we're all colleagues, why make things so unpleasant?" Manfred flattered on the surface, but inwardly he was cursing. "It was just a joke. I was planning to leave right away."

"Hmph, I hope you understand your situation!" Arkhan continued to warn, "I need to see the Gods' spokespersons as soon as possible. They will be the nourishment for my Lord's return to the world."

"Keep it in mind, my lord."

"I'm leaving now, don't let me down!"

Seeing Manfred's respectful expression, Arkhan rode away on his skeleton horse with satisfaction.

Manfred watched him go, and only started cursing when he was out of sight.

After half a day.

Manfred gradually calmed down his anger towards Arkhan.

But he also knew that helping Nagash resurrect would do him more good than harm.

It wouldn't be too late for him to make other plans after destroying the empire with the help of Nagash.

"Spokesperson for the gods? How dare he even think of that!"

Manfred spoke sarcastically while thinking about how to help Nagash fulfill this request.

He set his first target as the Imperial Archbishop Walkerma, whom he had always wanted to eliminate.

"The Lake Fairy of the Barto family... Asuryan's incarnation is not easy to find, so the Phoenix King's offspring should also be a good choice..."

Manfred racked his brains and finally came up with a suitable list.

"Lord Manfred, we spotted a scarlet dragon on the border with Stirling. Could it be that the Empire is planning to attack Sylvania?"

Manfred, who had been thinking hard all night, was just about to take a good sleep when he was woken up by a vampire sentry.

"Why did that death mage come to Sylvania instead of staying in Nuln?"

Manfred was wondering when a light bulb suddenly lit up in his head.

"Since she has exclusive access to the Morr Garden, she should be considered the spokesperson for Morr, the God of Death..."

"It was such a breeze! I was able to complete a small goal so quickly!"

"Send people to continue following them. You must keep track of their whereabouts at all times!"

Manfred was ecstatic and immediately planned to set out to gather his own undead army.

If he can complete one target first, he will have another reason to slack off.

Who can let this go?