187 Memo to the God of Death

Holding their breaths, the vampires who had already come to terms and accepted that they were about to be killed off could only stand there frozen, not knowing how to feel right at that moment.

Their mouths were agape as they watched the dragon's flame spread out from above the canopy like a fiery blanket – though fiery, but a very welcomed one. This fiery blanket selectively reached out at opportune times to envelope the savage murderous orcs from their sight. And once it withdrew, no orc remained standing. What was left was either a large burning lump of flesh or even a pile of dark ash on the ground.

The scenario was so incredible and mind-boggling that they literally forgot to breathe for a long while before choking and gasping as their bodies struggled to drag in air before they blacked out. It was not until the majestic dragon landed right before them and continued breathing fire at all and any other incoming orcs who tried to attack the already exhausted men.