I Became a Progenitor Vampire

Jones was originally an orphan and just turned 12 years old this year. As a border-born civilian, he was unfortunate because his parents were killed by orcs shortly after he was born, and he survived with the help of his neighbors.

Fortunately, at the age of 6, Jones was accepted as a disciple by a prospector who passed by the village.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and when he just became a prospector's apprentice, the orcs came again.

Jones had seen the goddamn orcs kill his teacher, and the fear made him unable to raise his strength at all.

If it hadn't been for Uncle Sam, who was next door at the end, hugged him and ran away, maybe he would have become an undead under the orc sword just like his teacher.

However, the goddess of doom will not always pay attention to him. When he is at a loss to follow the neighbors and prepare to escape to the legendary city of Green, the Holy Light blood clan comes.

He was taken to Dawn City.

From the mouths of the elders, Jones can often hear the old man tell the horror of vampires, and he was terrified at first.

But after living in Dawn City for a while, Jones found that it was not what he thought it was.

Instead, he found a long-lost sense of security here.

After a long time, even the Holy Light Blood Race opposite him, who was wearing a pair of ferocious bat wings and looked like demons at work, was not afraid.

The adults of the Holy Light blood clan would always chat with him with a smile on their faces, and would never scold him and disdain him like the noble barons in the village.

Jones lived very happily here, until one day, the great Lord Kachar city lord ordered to look for prospectors who could explore the ore veins. This news changed his mind.

Jones knew how to read, and that was what his teacher taught him, and the teacher said that being a prospector had to be knowledgeable.

Although he didn't understand what this sentence meant, he still studied hard.

When he saw the above announcement on the bulletin board in the square, Jones secretly reported to the security team that he was a prospector apprentice without the knowledge of Uncle Sam who took him to escape.

What excites him is that his career as a prospector apprentice has been recognized by the blood race adults, and Jones is very happy.

Although Uncle Sam was worried after he broke the news, Jones didn't feel like he shouldn't.

If it weren't for Lord Kachar City Lord, maybe they would starve to death on the road.

He likes this city where he can eat enough, live in an airtight house, and no one will bully him, and he also wants to contribute his strength to this city.

As the Lord Kachar City Lord said, the City of Dawn is the City of Dawn for every resident, and we should do our part to make the City of Dawn a better place.

Lord Kachar is a great man.

To make Jones even happier, after he reported his occupation to the Lord of Blood, he was drafted into a subordinate department of City Hall, the Construction Department.

Goddess is above, every department of City Hall is the most sought-after in Dawn City,

As long as you can get in and work, I don't know how many people will break their heads for this.

At least Uncle Sam, who lives with him, would say with envy almost every time he saw the security team that if someone could help him enter the security team, he would give all his silver to that person.

It's unbelievable that a miser like Uncle Sam could say something like that.

Jones is delighted to be part of the Town Hall department, especially the 12 Silver Pucks he receives every month.

He swears he's never seen so many silver pucks.

When he told Uncle Sam the news, Jones could see the envy in the other side's eyes.

It's a pity that Uncle Sam can't enter the City Hall, even if he pleads with Lord Blood Race to no avail.

But what gave him hope was that the leader of the blood family promised him that as long as he could find the ore veins, he would arrange Uncle Sam to the logistics team.

Jones was very happy about this, but he didn't rush to tell Uncle Sam that he wanted to share the good news with the other party after he found the ore vein.

Jones is very confident about this. He believes that he can find the ore veins. As the teacher said, he is a genius, a genius in prospecting.

The winter months are very cold, and the snow is flying all over the sky.

Going out to explore mineral veins in such an environment is undoubtedly a very hard thing.

Jones was protected by two blood race adults, along with two blacksmith uncles.

Together they flew through the mountains on the huge bat that had taken him into Dawn City.

Jones likes the feeling of sitting behind the bat, and the thrill of flying makes him very happy.

And because the Holy Light Blood Race in front of him, Lord Henner, will use a magic called Mage Shield to isolate the wind and snow.

He didn't feel much cold.

Lord Henner, the colors of those mountains are a bit wrong, maybe we can go down and take a look.

Under the unpleasant bat flight, Jones suddenly lit up.

This place was the twentieth mountain they explored today. It was a huge basin with tall trees blocking the sun in the valley, but now he found something different.

Jones had a slightly excited face pointing to the snow-covered rock below, the rock in front of this strange grey wood.

The teacher told him that the color of ore is very different from that of ordinary rocks. As long as you distinguish carefully, you can find the difference. The color of the rocks below is not the color of ordinary rocks.

Jones felt his heart beating faster, and he felt that he might have gained something this time.

Okay, then let's go down and see

Henner glanced at Jones and nodded. Although he has failed countless times over the past month, he will never shirk every time he finds useful information.

His Majesty the First Ancestor specially warned him that ore is extremely important to the blood race, and even if there is a chance, he can't let it go.

Using magic to transmit the voice to the vampire on the other bat, the two magic bats slowly landed on the ground after a few circles.

Because of the heavy snow in winter, the sun did not come out, so although Hunter's state declined more than at night, he could still hold on.

And he still has 5 bottles of magic blood in his pocket, which allows him to stay in good shape during the day.

At this time, the sky just snowed a little less, and with the help of Henner, Jones' small body got down from the huge magic bat.

When the group went down to the ground, they realized that the dwarf trees they saw in the sky were so tall. The huge trees with a height of fifteen blades were full of tenacity like stone pillars.

And a thick layer of ice has been built on the gray bark.

Jones suddenly seemed to see something, and trotted towards the bare rock with excitement on his face.

The 12-year-old looked a little short in height, and the figure in the thick and wide gray cotton coat looked even more thin, advancing on the not shallow snowdrifts, one step at a time.

Jones ran to the rock with a face full of excitement. UU read www.uukanshu.com picked up one of the pieces, carefully identified it, turned around excitedly, and waved to several people.

Lord Henna, Lord Henna, I found it, this is iron ore, this is iron ore!!

But what surprised Jones was that Henner and the other Vampire Lord, plus the two old blacksmiths, all looked behind him in horror, as if they had seen some terrifying demon.

Jones turned his head slightly, and saw a scene that made his legs go weak,    a six-bladed humanoid standing behind him.  The huge head without hair has only one eye, bigger than a grinding disc, and the gray pupils exude a cold gaze.   His nostrils were turned upside down, and a thick mist spewed from it because of the cold. His slightly open mouth revealed sharp teeth, and the warrior's shield might not be able to stop the bite.   This humanoid creature has gray skin with deep folds all over its body, like an old tree that has grown over a long period of time, showing toughness.  The limbs are sturdy, and the high and bulging muscles make this humanoid creature full of strength. In the right hand, he holds a five-edged wooden stick. The head of the wooden stick is densely packed with sharp stone chips, which is full of primitive aura.  Jones swallowed, stammering out the name of a legendary creature.   One, Cyclops!!