The officer had a look on his face as if he wanted to swear, but due to his position as the leader of the team, he couldn't be so brazen. He could only calmly warn the other party:

『Fifty miles ahead, we will reach the Duke's territory. My master has already said: if you or your people intend to pass through, we must firmly stop you!』

Wang Yafu thought, isn't this targeting her? Why would the Duke stop her, who has so many compatriots, and single out only her elder sister?

Wang Yafu didn't understand the reason, but Dracula vaguely guessed it;

She pondered:

It's probably because the other party thinks she's too troublesome, that she's always thinking of doing something big, and she probably has a psychological shadow from that. Hence, they decided to dispatch subordinates to stop her no matter what.

In the past, when Dracula looked serious and blocked the way, the other party would probably immediately retreat;

But today was different, she had important matters to attend to, and she must go to the other party's castle to make things clear in person;

During this time, no matter who blocked her way, she had to knock down all the "obstacles" right in front of her.

Thinking of this, Dracula's mouth curled into a playful smile, not getting angry at all about being blocked on the bridge by the other side, but instead retorted:

『How does your master treat his own family members? Does he provide workers' compensation? If not, I believe he needs to reconsider...』

The soldiers behind her all stepped forward, ready to engage with the roadblockers, and the officer immediately became furious:

『There are two hundred crossbows here, each capable of firing eight hundred arrows at once. No matter how wide the bridge is, we can achieve full coverage of firepower. Don't mess around!』

『Mess around? I really want to cause a scene now. You guys, go beat the hell out of him!』

More than a hundred soldiers (family members) behind Dracula immediately responded;

The captain at the front pulled out his riding sword from the saddle and was the first to charge out;

Behind the captain, over a hundred soldiers also drew their swords, making a synchronized sound.

The clashing of gold and iron was extremely loud, making the thirty or so enemy soldiers on the bridge feel as though they were being struck in the heart;

The ones with poor mental resilience were immediately flustered. Before they could figure out how to negotiate, the riders on the other side had already charged up.

『Everyone, calm down!』

The officer from the second clan quickly raised a magic flame in his hand and threw it at the cavalry team in front of him;

The fierce fire exploded in an instant, temporarily stopping the attack of the thirteenth clan members. The officer took the opportunity to organize his troops:

『Since the other side is not willing to retreat, isn't that great? Including your leader, me, haven't we always looked down on those weaklings? It's a good opportunity to teach them a lesson!』

When the second clan members fought, they might not necessarily be stronger than Dracula's followers, but they did have a certain pride in their hearts;

If we were to make a comparison, it would be like a showdown between the "honors class" and the "troublemakers" in a school;

They agreed to settle the score on the playground, the former naturally not wanting to lose to those "troublemakers", intending to teach the others a lesson on how to behave, oh, no, how to be a vampire!

Let's introduce the representatives of both sides:

Blue team player, the representative of the second clan;

If it were within a class setting, the officer would be akin to the role of the "class prefect", highly regarded for his moral and intellectual abilities within the clan.

Red team player, the leader of the thirteenth clan, Dracula!

The appearance of "dignity" displayed by her is just superficial;

Her character is actually insanely wild, ruthless when it comes to action, and extremely unreasonable.

Her "madness" is mad indeed!

The battle at the bridgehead suddenly turned extremely brutal, with the commanding enemy officer leading the charge, urging over two hundred cavalry to form a wedge-shaped assault.

The officer's riding sword was about four feet long, with over a foot of the blade near the hilt not sharpened but crafted into a rectangular shape embedded with a golden magic array, with enhancing magical runes inscribed on both sides.

When they were just a few meters away, the officer swung the sword forward with one hand, delivering a powerful slash.

The enormous riding sword immediately shot out a deep red flame soaring to a height of over ten meters, heading straight towards the soldiers under Dracula's banner.

"Child's play!"

Dracula leapt into the air, a narrow bloodline appearing under her feet;

Using this bloodline as a focal point, she jumped to a higher position the moment she set foot, effortlessly surpassing the height of the red flames.

As soon as the focal point became unnecessary, Dracula reflexively reached down and grabbed the bloodline in her hand.

The real bloodline had the ability to shape-shift at will, transforming into the form of a long sword at the command of its master.

Swish!

A ray of sword light swept past, completely cleaving the fiery waves like ripples, scattering them into scattered flames;

The momentum of the sword light did not diminish; any enemy who shouted thereafter was harvested without exception.

Under Dracula's leadership, her cavalry smoothly cut through the enemy ranks, charging across the iron bridge without looking back;

As their warhorses crossed, behind them lay the bodies of over thirty enemy soldiers.

Swish, a crossbow arrow shot towards them, but the light cavalry on the opposite side was too nervous and released the arrow prematurely.

The arrow shot over two hundred steps away, but Dracula didn't even flinch, accelerating the charge to the extreme.

Harnessing her magic, she conjured a wind shield in front of her chest;

The arrow was already less effective due to the distance, and with a puff from the wind shield, it veered off course and landed in the nearby river.

"I'm feeling super great now, follow me and charge on!"

Without needing a "halftime break," Dracula, with a crisp voice, continued to swing her blood sword towards the two hundred light cavalry on the opposite bank, preparing for a second attack.

The commanding officer on the opposite side was already dumbfounded.

When had his well-disciplined and polite soldiers ever faced such a terrifying opponent?

As the over one hundred riders charging on the bridge didn't even reach them, the aura of danger had already swept over the two hundred light cavalry.

The sound of hooves on the iron bridge echoed with a crisp "clatter";

Faced with those sounds pounding like drums on their hearts, the officer decisively turned around and fled first.

In the officer's eyes:

Although they weren't heavy cavalry, their full-body armor looked like enchanted armor;

Especially Dracula's fearsome sword had shattered his confidence completely.

The officer's superior only wanted him to humiliate the enemy a bit, who would have expected this outcome?

With the officer fleeing, the two hundred light cavalry lost their leader and scattered like a nest of stirred hornets, fleeing in all directions.

It wasn't surprising to end up with this outcome.

After all, the officer's subordinates, who only trained occasionally, could not compare with the belligerent fighters of the Thirteen Clans.

However, even though the opponent shamefully ran away, Dracula had no intention of letting them go. With a slight tiptoe, she swiftly changed direction and dashed towards the escaping enemy soldier, her blood sword sweeping horizontally. The blood sword, continuously transforming between the forms of a long sword and a whip, often claimed lives without even making physical contact. This fact proved that pursuit was precisely Dracula's strong suit!

Her attacks were extremely effective against frontal defenses and proved to be equally efficient in the current situation of chasing down fleeing soldiers. After shaking off the thickened blood on her sword, Dracula shouted a command, ordering her cavalry to split up and flank the enemy.

There was no need for elaborate tactics against the already crumbling enemy. It was enough to pursue them while being cautious not to be too ruthless. Only when her subordinates, in their ferocious momentum, had eliminated over a hundred targets in succession did Dracula finally order them to stop.

Throughout the small-scale war, Wang Yafu had been shielded from any distressing scenes thanks mainly to Dracula's vigilance. Before the official charge began, Dracula had insisted that Wang Yafu stay inside the carriage and strictly advised her not to look outside. Wang Yafu obediently followed her older sister’s advice, thus preventing any emotional scars on her young heart.

During the brief rest period, Dracula briefly returned to the carriage to chat with Wang Yafu before resuming her duties. After regrouping her troops, Dracula returned to the bridge, where her soldiers picked up the double crossbows abandoned by the light cavalry and stood guard at the bridgehead before blowing the whistle.

The shrill metallic sound of the whistle reverberated over a mile, prompting her troops to march toward the iron bridge. Soon after, the number of soldiers led by Dracula surpassed a thousand within moments. Despite their considerable numbers, the army remained alert, protecting the carriage where Wang Yafu was, as they gradually ascended the iron bridge.

The carriage slowed down, flanked by cavalry on both sides, appearing prepared for any imminent threat. These soldiers possessed extensive combat experience and understood the importance of vigilance even after securing victory, knowing that complacency could lead to enemy ambushes.

As the carriage reached the middle of the iron bridge, a dark figure suddenly emerged from the water below, breaking through the bridge planks. This shadow-like figure, akin to a sharp arrow, lunged towards Dracula.

Boom! At that moment, the river water exploded, scattering a mist that enveloped the carriage. The timing chosen by the assassin may not have been perfect, but the execution was incredibly skillful. The narrow sword in the assassin's hand pierced towards its target, concealed by the mist, obstructing the sight of surrounding soldiers.

The assassin's sword, ominously dark and only a finger's width wide, gleamed with a deep sword light that hinted at a chilling intent waiting to burst forth at any moment. Evidently, the assassin's swordsmanship had reached a masterful level.

Dracula seemed to have foreseen the assassination attempt, as she suddenly accelerated, deftly evading the assassin's strike. She then distanced herself from the assassin, calmly and composedly stating, "I knew it: the second clan's head would not only send a cowardly officer but also hidden ambushers like yourself!"

Dracula's judgment can be said to be accurate to the extreme.