I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 364 - 364 366 The Fruitful Results of the Strategy

?Chapter 364: Chapter 366: The Fruitful Results of the Strategy Laid Two Years Ago (6000 words) Chapter 364: Chapter 366: The Fruitful Results of the Strategy Laid Two Years Ago (6000 words) The wind, carrying ice and frost, howled through the sky like the wailing of ghosts.

Snowflakes shrouded the light, turning the entire field of vision into a blanket of white.

As Lide pondered, the figure of Castro suddenly slowed down.

“Master, below us lies the Iron Hoof Tribe…”

His thoughts were interrupted by a voice as thunderous as rolling thunder, and when he looked down sideways, a vast expanse of buildings came into his view.

From high above, the edge was nowhere in sight; the houses, mostly single-storied, didn’t seem low despite that, with snow piling up on the roofs, accumulating like rounded steamed buns.

On the crisscrossing streets, only a sparse number of Centaurs were seen clearing away the snow, with nearly no pedestrians to speak of.

This place was entirely like a human city—except for the lack of walls.

More than a year had passed since his last visit, and the Iron Hoof Tribe had been completely transformed.

After a slight sensing, Lide quickly detected Frey’s presence within this vast stretch of buildings that seemed endless at first glance.

A subtle signal, and the remaining Castros immediately shot towards the center of the city.

This enormous beast, with a wingspan of 16 blades and clad in Extraordinary Armor, filled the snowy sky with a chilling, fearsome aura.

At that moment, the Centaurs below spotted the massive body of Li Castro, causing a huge commotion.

Wuu wuu~
The strident sounds of horns blared, and then the quiet city suddenly erupted into chaos.

In the towering watchtowers, torches were rapidly lit, crossbows readied, and Centaur Warriors, not yet fully equipped in armor, carrying huge helmets emerged from the dwellings and barracks with murderous intent.

Centaurs wielding longbows already had their bows drawn, and arrows gleaming with a cold light aimed at the beast in the sky, as if at any second the shrill whistling of arrows would erupt.

Hundreds of large figures rose from a barracks, their screams akin to demonic whispers—the Magic Language Bats.

But amid all the vigilance, the Centaurs below were astounded to find that after the Magic Language Bats took flight, they did not attack the terrifying beast; instead, they circled around it, escorting it.

Some Centaurs, upon witnessing this scene, seemed to remember something and hurriedly shouted for the others to lower their crossbows.

“It’s the Kachar City Lord, the Hand of Glory of the Iron Hoof Tribe!”

If the title Kachar City Lord was unfamiliar to many Centaurs, Hand of Glory, the shining title that symbolized the strongest warrior of the Centaur tribe, was known to all.

As more and more Centaurs recognized the giant beast in the sky as belonging to the man who had once conquered them, the initial vigilance began to fade, and the drawn crossbows were slowly withdrawn.

Guided by the swarm of Magic Language Bats, Lide landed within their military camp.

By the time he emerged from the multitude of Magic Language Bats, he found the Level 15 tribal chief, Sam Ironhoof, and the second-generation Bloodline Frey, also Level 15, waiting for him at the entrance of the camp.

Upon seeing Lide, the towering Centaur Chieftain, as tall as 3.5 blades and as robust as a great tree, stepped forward, plunging his sturdy long-handled battle axe into the ground, and thumped his chest in salute.

“Good day, honored Hand of Glory, mighty Kachar City Lord, the Iron Hoof Tribe welcomes your arrival…”

“Welcome, Lord Hand of Glory,”
Behind them, a dozen strong Centaurs, each standing 3 blades tall, followed their Chieftain’s lead, thumping their chests; their resonant voices echoed down several streets, attracting the curious gaze of countless Centaurs.

At this moment, Frey, dressed in a black mage’s robe, also elegantly stepped forward. The somewhat proud second-generation Bloodline bowed slightly, “Good day, my lord.”

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