She Belongs To The Devil

Chapter 472: Cold Fella

When the morning sun rays kissed the land, all of the soldiers in Mihir base were already up and about. The human soldiers were waiting in line for their food while the vampires were already sipping on their stock of blood that they had stored in a special container to preserve its freshness.

"You have an hour left to finish your meal and get in line. I don't want any of you to be late for the journey. Now hurry up everyone!" Head General Carlos was shouting to his soldiers as he walked towards the special tent where his immediate subordinates had gathered for the meal.

The barrack was filled with the clanking sound of the cutleries and mumbling from the soldiers.

Some of the soldiers were very eager to reach their destination and engage in the battle, some were already feeling like puking because of the nervousness, while some of them were indifferent to the whole situation they were in.

When the one-hour mark was over, the soldiers had already separated into two major groups – the ones who were going to the east side and the ones who were going to the west.

General Evans was standing in front of the special force and was instructing them before they ran off towards the Jhomla Pass, "As we have been discussing until now, upon reaching there, make sure that the enemies on the outposts take notice of all of you and your speed.

Our vampirism is obviously no longer a secret to them. So they will call for the backup force from the capital when they see your number. Wait for some of them to go and call for backup. And after that, start killing as you please."

Evans had a sinister grin on his face as if he himself was imagining mass murdering the humans.

Evans turned his bloodthirsty eyes towards the commander of that force and ordered, "Jonah, I leave the assassins under your command. It might take two days for the backup to arrive at the border. Make sure to keep the enemies busy when they do arrive."

The Vampire General's eyes turned grim when he further spoke, "And if anything unaccounted for was to happen, take the decisions as you see fit."

By that, Evans was referring to the possibility that the backup that would arrive would be none other than the Devil himself. Although Prince Edwin had assured them saying that he would keep the Devil away from the East, there was still a possibility that the Devil would not listen to him.

If only they knew that Edwin was never on their side…

According to the plan, all of them started to march towards their respective destination when the sundial showed that it was 8 o'clock.

It didn't even take a minute for the assassins to vanish from the sight of the rest of the soldiers who were walking at their own pace.

The vampires who were with the human armies were not that happy with walking at the snail's pace. However, they couldn't complain since it was what their heads had decided.

Edwin had managed to convince the vampires and the humans to go to Frostford at the same time by saying, "If the soldiers of Wyverndale were to spot the vampires early on then they will call for backup to the west side as well. And if that were to happen, the human soldiers of Mihir will have to fight more soldiers before reaching the capital. Or worse, the battle might not even reach the capital."

Edwin's sly tongue had done its magic and now, the vampires who were going to Frostford were also marching at snail's pace. That way, the vampires would not find out early on that already three divisions of Wyverndale armies were present at Frostford border.

And they would also not be able to run back and alert their King and the rest of the soldiers.

"This feels refreshing," King Reginald had a wide smile on his face as he mounted a horse and leisurely galloped towards his destination.

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The vampires who were headed towards the east side made a stop when they reached halfway.

"Alright everyone," Jonah stood on top of a rock and ordered everyone, "Take your potion now."

"And if any of you are hungry, feel free to sip on your drink. But make sure not to overdrink. Ration the blood wisely." He cracked his neck and said with impatient excitement, "We will still have to wait for two days before we can massacre the humans freely."

The rest of the vampires hooted upon hearing the word 'massacre'. Some of them were already drooling at the thought of sinking their fangs on countless humans and enjoying all kinds of blood.

They had to keep their murderous instinct at bay when they were in their own Kingdom. They had to ration their hunt to make sure that they would not kill too many humans too quickly. They didn't want to spread fear among the humans as they needed the humans to slave away for them.

And the thought of getting to kill without any restriction was very enticing for the vampires.

While they were still on the break, the commander took the chance to say, "When we reach the border, spread out in battle formation and wait for my signal. There shouldn't be more than 100 humans at the outpost. The moment you get my signal, kill everyone."

"Yes, commander," the vampires cheered for Jonah.

After that short break, the vampires resumed their run. All of them were clad in an all-black outfit. They were also wearing a black hood on the outside to protect themselves from the sun.

And while running, they were giving off the vibe as though thousands of dark spirits were rushing to go to some kind of ghostly gathering.

They started to leave behind the plane lands and began climbing the narrow hills. Though the path was narrow and dangerous, it was not really a challenge for those vampires.

"We are near!" Jonah shouted when he saw around a dozen outposts at a hill in the distance.

When they reached a little closer to that hill, the vampires' sensitive ears were attacked by the loud warning horn that the Wyverndale lookout soldiers blew.

"Damn that horn!" Jonah cursed as he kept on flying from one corner of the hill to another.

However, Jonah was happy since that was also included in their 'flawless plan'.

"Okay, we have been noticed," Jonah thought to himself and smirked. "They should be rushing at the moment. We better take it slow now so that some of the messengers can escape."

Jonah slowed down his pace and all the other vampires followed the suit. They also slowed down.

The vampires laughed when those enemy soldiers on the outpost began to shoot arrows at them.

"Ah! They are cute to think that these arrows can hurt us," Jonah smirked when he caught an arrow and threw it away.

The vampires took their time to reach the open plane land on Wyverndale's side.

Until then, none of them suspected that something dangerous was waiting for them in the shadows.

"Why do I smell wet dogs?" one of the vampires asked the one on his side while pinching his nose.

The other vampire simply rolled his eyes and shushed that 'dramatic' one even when he also could smell as if there were hundreds of dogs in the vicinity.

All of the vampires were thinking the same and nothing more. It had been ages since the vampires encountered the werewolves. And they were nothing more than a myth, especially to the turned vampires. So none of them suspected any trap or any surprise there.

When Jonah saw a few of the horses galloping a little far away, he was sure that the messengers had already escaped.

So he turned to face his underlings and signaled them to finish off the humans on the outpost as well as in the building that could be seen nearby.

Around fifty vampires who were on the frontline rushed to kill on getting the signal.

One of the vampires climbed the hill again to get to one of the outposts. That human there had almost shot him in the eye earlier and he wanted to rip his throat apart.

"You better taste good, human!" he giggled as he got closer to that scared-looking human.

He pushed himself up and was about to step on the platform of that outpost.

However, the stunt didn't go as he had imagined. That 'human' grabbed him by his neck and he was dangling midair.

The fact that a human could see him move and hold his whole body weight by using a single hand came as a shock to him more than the fact that he was in possible danger.

The human gave an eerie smile to him and greeted him in an equally creepy voice, "Oh hello cold fella! Gotcha!"

Before he could think what was happening, he felt his ribcage bursting and that man was already holding his dear heart.

And the last thing that he saw was a pair of glowing amber eyes he had never seen before.