The extraordinary bald head reflected light, like a small light bulb, quite eye-catching.
Upon reaching the edge of the city wall, Tulos flapped his wings to approach Lear.
He placed his right hand on his chest and bowed with utmost humility, his tone respectful.
"Sovereign, I have brought all fifteen thousand Blood Race warriors of the Stevens Clan... Please, command us!"
Fifteen thousand?
Lear instinctively glanced at the Vampire army behind him, his perception sweeping through, his expression becoming rather pleased.
The aura of these dark beings was mostly at levels 13 and 14, definitely not weaklings.
They could even be sent out to conduct a medium-to-small-scale battle.
"Well done, Tulos!"
"It's my honor..."
Just as Lear was about to wave his hand to allow the Vampire army to enter the city, he suddenly thought of something— Weilu City consisted of ordinary residents, and placing a group of Vampires among them might inevitably have an impact.
