Despite their comparable strength to the werewolves, they wished to avoid provoking such a colossal entity as the mountain.

The werewolf leader retreat was primarily due to the presence of a noble among the goblins, as engaging in conflict could prove troublesome, especially with more pressing matters at hand that warranted avoiding unnecessary casualties.

Meanwhile, in the desolate plains, Yilyang<unk>s castle was graced by a band of uninvited guests.

They appeared pallet, yet exuded an air of noble elegance.

The foremost figure dawned a black suit that starkly contrasted Yilyangs attire, distinguished only by a high-colored cloak of black on the outside and red within.

The entourage behind him was clad in white shirts and black vests, each adorned with a red bow tie, evoking the image of weight staff in a fine dining establishment.

As the leader regarded the castle before him, he sensed a familiar essence emanating from this foreign stronghold.

Initially, they had merely passed through, harboring little interest in these outsiders.

Say for lords whose legions comprised solely of humans whom they would eliminate to procure fresh blood.

However, to the vampire leader knowledge, all lords were human.

Albeit a handful possessed other bloodlines, albeit weak ones, their primary lineage remained human.

The blood of such lords repulsed the vampires.

Akin to the nauseating taste of swine feed tainted with refuse.

The vampires approached Yilyang s castle where the local vampires soon detected these unwelcome guests.

Though eager to attack, they felt an overwhelming pressure emanating from the superior bloodline of their opponents, rendering them immobile and inclined to submit.

A cadre of blood servants.

It appeared that the vampire suspicions had been validated.

Only those of noble blood, reaching the rank of count, possessed the ability to transform others into blood servants.

And those who attained such status were invariably pure-blooded, direct descendants of nobility.

Within the castle, Yilong too noticed the local vampires entering through the grand doors.

His heart racing, his gaze fixated wearily upon this gathering of vampires.

Yong felt an immense pressure emanating from him, stronger than when he faced Meyers.

Similarly, he sensed that the opponent's bloodline was not inferior to his own.

Yet, he did not perceive any hostility in the stranger's eyes and quickly regained his composure.

"Who are you? Pray, introduce yourself.

" I am Count Yuka, a member of the Vampire Clan," the Count replied, adorned with a charming smile and a voice that resonated with magnetism, captivating all who listened.

"I have come today to invite you to join our clan, to become a part of our grand family.

Yelang<unk>s bloodline was formidable, standing on par with Count Yuka's, a caliber that could not be replicated or transferred, only absorbed by kin, though its effect on the count would be minimal.

The vampire clan had endured years of restraint.

Rather than slaying Yilong, it would be more advantageous to recruit him, thereby bolstering their strength.

Count Yuca understood well the high potential of such a bloodline.

To eliminate him would be a regrettable loss.

Naturally, they would not coers the Lord.

If he declined, they could always resort to violence later.

Such advanced bloodlines which could not be controlled by the clan were too valuable to discard.

Ilong remained silent, lost in thought.

Initially, he pondered how to eliminate his adversary.

But witnessing the way his troops were subdued by the count's mere bloodline extinguished his hope.

This vampire was undoubtedly of royal caliber and far superior to Meyers.

Do you have any concerns, my lord? Please rest assured, should you choose to join our clan, your status will be equal to ours as a noble of high blood, not a slave.

Count Yuka remarked upon seeing Yuiang silence, his demeanor calm and unperturbed.

And if I refuse, Yilong was acutely aware that vampires are devoid of genuine emotions, making it impossible to gauge their true thoughts through their expressions.

With no other options, and since the count was willing to converse, even if it meant asking foolish questions, Yangong sought answers.

Being an outsider, you would naturally be eliminated.

Count Yuka replied nonchalantly, extinguishing the last flicker of hope within Yilong.

However, Yilong had long prepared himself for such an outcome.

Once again, he faced a classic dilemma, to submit or to die.

Under such circumstances, I seemed to have no alternative.

Yang resigned himself.

Recognizing that this path was at least preferable to death, and joining would not render him slave, Count Yuka displayed a knowing smile.

He was confident that Ylang would acquies.

It was not merely the fear of death that drove outsiders to comply.

The vampires themselves, particularly those of noble blood, shared this trepidation.

Offer me a drop of your primordial blood, and I shall present it to our progenitor to complete the bloodline connection.

Upon hearing this, Yilong pierced his chest, extracting a drop of his primordial blood.

A vampire below promptly produced a container to preserve Yiliang s blood, specially designed to prevent corrosion.

Is this not submission to you? Ylong was somewhat astonished, initially believing that upon choosing to join them, he would be under the control of the individual before him.

You just, my lord, your bloodline is equivalent to mine, and I lack the merit for such a distinction.

Count Yuka had not anticipated that his outing would yield the acquisition of a high-ranking vampire bloodline, which would undoubtedly earn him the favor of the progenitor.

In high spirits, Count Yuka secured the vessel containing Yuyangs blood, gazing at Ylang, whose wound was rapidly healing as the air became infused with the scent of his blood.

It was indeed unmistakably that of a pure blood vampire.

Within the dreary confines of the castle, which felt akin to a prison, he proposed, "Why not allow me to escort you outside for a stroll and witness the world beyond, Yilong found it difficult to decline the invitation?" Thus, he acquiesced.

In a procession of vampires departed from Yelang<unk>s castle, soaring towards the icy peaks of the mountains.

Chapter 150.

The Phantom King once again, the magical continent embraced the night, and Byu, who had been covertly grinding for experience, returned to her castle.

The creatures lurking in the outskirts of the dark forest had grown too weak for her.

Most were merely ordinary tier, with only the strongest among them barely reaching low tier commander level.

Today, no intelligence about the snowy mountains have been relayed by the phantoms, as if the peaks had suddenly fallen into an eerie silence.

This unsettled Bayou.

Don't tell me those goblins and were weirwolves just took a casual stroll up the mountains and left.

She refused to believe it.

Stretching lazily, Bayou stepped into the castle, having long discarded her black robe into her spatial ring, wearing it was simply too uncomfortable.

Why waste mana on spells when she could effortlessly reap lives with her scythe? Lately, the undead forces have been forced to consolidate their presence.

Without Bayou venturing out to hunt, experience gains had dwindled.

The White Rock Mountains offered nothing either, save for the Firebeard Dwarf clan.

It wasn't T that Bayou didn't te want to deal with them.

She simply feared provoking a king tier retaliation.

If they showed up clad and king tier gear, the fight would be hopeless.

She had yet to meet a dwarf without formidable equipment.

For now, the only path forward was through the dark forest.

She hoped the undead would slay more enemies tonight, allowing her to passively reap triple experience while lounging in her castle.

Bayou squeezed every drop of experience she could, even resorting to stealing elite tier food from Little Ice.

A measly two experience points were still experience after all, though she needed several servings to finish even one elite tier meal.

Forget it.

Sleep first.

Deal with the rest tomorrow.

Stripping bear by you prepared for a blissful bath.

Nothing compared to lazing in bed, effortlessly accumulating experience.

Over a dozen days had passed.

She reckoned most lords had at least reached commander tier by now.

She wondered how many had vanished from this world entirely in that time.

Will this ever end? Sometimes Bou fantasized that this was all just a dream.

Naked, she burrowed under the covers, shaking her head to dispel distracting thoughts.

Smoothing her hair and tucking herself in, she surrendered to sleep.

time 6:00 by you had developed a precise internal clock, waking promptly at 6:00 in the morning.

If she recalled correctly, today marked the 13th day.

Tomorrow, no, tonight the rankings would refresh again.

She couldn't te help but feel a flicker of anticipation.

Rising from bed, she approached the wardrobe.

As she opened it, a white spaghetti strap top greeted her.