Bab 1925: Greetings

Carl and the hundreds of vampires looked at the bloody scene in front of them, their eyes filled with desire.

They had sensed it too.

Creatures like the Flood Dragon Race possessed blood strength higher than that of normal people.

However, Fang Heng had yet to issue any commands, and none of the vampires dared to act recklessly.

"Carl."

Prince Carl's expression became serious as he took a half-step forward. "Yes!"

"Establish a vampire's altar and condense the blood."

"Understood!"

Prince Carl finally comprehended.

As it turned out, Your Majesty had summoned them from afar not for a battle but to assist in condensing the blood.

That made sense.

For battle, this group of zombie creatures was more than sufficient.

Prince Carl cast a glance at the distant battlefield, confirming the terrain, and then waved to his fellow vampires.

"Follow me! Set up the altar!"

"Yes,!"