I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Everything for Survival

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Eric Town was finished.

Marcos Eric knew the fate of this frontier town the moment he saw the beastmen appear outside the city walls.

As an Imperial Baron of the Nolan Empire, this town was his fief to guard, but the beastmen’s army was not something this small town of only three thousand people could withstand.

When the beastmen’s wolf cavalry leaped onto the town’s walls, he knew it couldn’t hold.

Ignoring everyone’s objections, Marcos took his family and the craftsmen from his fief, loaded all his wealth onto carts, and fled from the other side of the town.

Before leaving, he ordered the militia formed by the town’s civilians to intercept the beastmen.

But he knew it was all in vain. Even Nolan Empire’s army couldn’t stop the beastmen; what could a town’s militia do to resist?

This order was merely to buy some time for his escape.

Sure enough, after he fled the town, the beastmen looted this town that took two hundred years to build, and all the civilians who didn’t manage to escape in time were taken into the embrace of the Death God.

Although those abandoned civilians looked at him with hatred in their eyes after they managed to escape the town, he didn’t care.

As a baron of the kingdom and a noble aristocrat, a bunch of dirty peasants wasn’t worth his concession.

Shouldn’t these vulgar lower-class peasants be making sacrifices for the nobles?

He believed his decision was correct; without those peasants slowing down the beastmen, he too would have ended up as food for the terror wolves.

The beastmen invaded the Nolan Empire to plunder food. After taking a town, they wouldn’t leave until they had emptied it of its supplies.

Those filthy beastmen had no idea what was truly valuable.

Marcos proudly sat on his horse, looking at the five carts filled with silver puke and various precious gemstones guarded by over thirty fully-armored guards in the center, and praised his own wisdom.

Every winter, he would load the most valuable items from his fief onto carts, so that when the beastmen came, he could escape as quickly as possible.

Living on the empire’s border, this wise practice had preserved the lineage of his family.

Just wait until next spring, and everything would still be his when he returned to the town.

At the back of the convoy, two young figures watched the carts guarded in the center, itching to move.

“Recker, are we really going to do it?

Marcos has over thirty guards. Can we win?”

Oli’s young face showed a bit of fear. Looking at Marcos sitting on his horse, he couldn’t shake the unease within his heart.

The dignity of the nobles, established through lengthy rule, was as solid as the walls of Green City. Attacking a noble was a grave crime, and he knew that if this news got out, he would surely be wanted by Green City.

Those mercenaries and bounty hunters would be delighted to exchange his head for a bounty.

Asked, Recker was a muscular young man. His short golden hair made him look like a lion, and the wide two-handed greatsword on his back proved that he possessed considerable strength, potentially even capable of facing a wolf cavalryman.

“No, Oli, if we don’t act now, we won’t get another chance once we reach Green City.

We escaped Eric Town without bringing even a single copper puck. Those noble lords won’t care whether we live or die.

We need this money; everyone here needs it.”

Recker glanced at the hundred people gathered around him, his tone filled with tragic resolve.

From the moment the beastmen breached the town, they were as good as dead. Without food and wealth, they would starve to death even if they reached Green City.

Winter was coming soon, and no one could afford to wait.

Besides, a noble who abandoned his people didn’t deserve their respect.

“Recker, we all follow you.”

Oli bit his teeth, looking at Marcos’s back with hatred, if it hadn’t been for his order to send the militia to stop the beastmen, his friends wouldn’t have been killed by those terror wolves.

“When I get close to Marcos, I will attack his guard captain. That’s an intermediate professional, probably above level 7, a formidable opponent.

Once I make my move, you all charge the guard team immediately. With our numbers, we should win.

Don’t fear death. Your families and children still need the spoils you’ll reclaim. If we fail this time, none of us will survive.”

Inaction meant death—they couldn’t survive the winter, but action gave them a chance, however slight. Even the normally timid farmers abandoned their fear of death at this moment.

The faint-hearted among borderland peasants had long perished.

“May the Life Goddess be with us.”

Recker looked deeply at the solemn faces around him before turning and walking toward Marcos’s convoy.

After hearing the servant’s report, Marcos summoned Recker, the most respected among the peasants, to his side.

Looking down from atop his horse at the muscular peasant, Marcos arrogantly said, “Recker, although you are a resident of my town, if you wish to join my guard team, you need to prove your worth.”

“Baron, I’m willing to fight your guard captain. I believe you can recognize my strength.”

Recker bowed slightly, his gaze very calm as he observed the few wary guards beside him. After he stated his purpose, their original vigilance slackened by more than half.

The plan was proceeding step by step.

“Hahaha, good, since you’re so confident, I will accept your request.

Enda, go, let this challenger see your strength, and if he seems promising, don’t hurt him.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

If he’s a boastful waste, then bring his head to me.”

Marcos haughtily announced.

When Recker saw Marcos’s guard captain dismount after being deceived, his killing intent could no longer be contained.

Holding the greatsword with both hands, like an angry bull, he charged violent toward the opponent.

Each step left a footprint on the ground.

Warrior Skill, Fierce Impact!

The already prepared peasants, seeing Recker make his move, immediately erupted in a roar of fury, fighting with their most tragic and fervent spirit for a chance to survive the coming winter.

Everything was for survival.