"What about Joshua, let him come to me!" shouted Muhammad II at the shivering minister, who was furious even more by his reply.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Lord Joshua, he is not in the royal capital now......"

"What? no!" Mohammed II could not believe his ears, and he suddenly felt the urge to vomit blood, as if you had thrown a punch into the air with all your might, and the feeling of wrong force made him very uncomfortable. After stumbling back to the throne and being silent for a long time, after having devised countless ways for Joshua to die in his heart, Muhammad II slammed to his feet, and the courtiers around him took a step back in horror.

"Pass on my imperial order, mobilize the 150,000 troops in the empire's preparations to the Romanian border, you can make your own plans for food and grass and other things, this time, I will personally lead the army to break through Romania!"

The strength of 150,000 troops was definitely a crushing situation, even the mighty Byzantine Empire was destroyed by the attack of 200,000 Ottoman Turkish warriors, this time, Mehmed II was sure of a lore. He wants to occupy Romania, tear the disobedient duke into a pile of rotten meat, and make this country that opposes his rule wail under his army!

But Mehmed II was blocked.

Even though he was followed by 150,000 Ottoman warriors, even though he was an unprecedented conqueror, Mehmed II was still blocked in his way.

When you go to the wilderness of Budapest, the capital of Romania, there is a scene that only hell can have. Even though Mehmed II believed that the mountains of heaven could be leveled by his men and horses, and that the mighty rivers could be cut off by his men, the unborn king of conquest had no choice but to keep fighting in the face of this nightmarish scene.

There was a high wall of death in the field, three kilometers long and one kilometer wide, like a scar stabbed on the earth by a giant blade that reached through the sky. The dense stakes constituted the jungle of death, on which the corpses of some 30,000 Ottoman soldiers were pierced with stumps and held high by the stakes.

Perhaps these people have been dead for too long, and the forest of death stenges with the stench of decay, but it just happens to attract scavenging birds, which happily fly through the food-filled jungle, carefree and frolicking on the white bones of the corpses. In order to better enjoy this heavenly delicacy, after eating the internal organs of the carcass, the nectar-eating birds build their nests directly in the bare ribs, and the curved ribs are natural shelters, as long as a few feathers are laid out it is a perfect nest......

Mehmed II blinked his eyes more than once, suspecting that he was on the wrong path, that only the road of hell would be filled with such horrors, that it was a demonic creation.

"Do those people know what they are ruled by?" murmured Mehmed II, riding on his horse, as if asking the people of Romania in the distance, and as if asking about the fear in his heart. The army of 150,000 stood silently behind him, no one made a sound, and the scene before them was beyond their comprehension, only the crows hovering in the sky kept reminding them that this was reality.

"No matter what kind of person I am, I will not be afraid, but demons are another matter......" The immortal king of conquest smiled stiffly, and then turned his horse's head, "Go back, the sky on the other side is still waiting for me to rule, there is no need to waste time for this little land, hahahaha......"

With that, Mehmed II laughed and rode off into the distance. Behind him, an army of 150,000 followed silently, trying to avoid making superfluous sounds, as if fearing that it would wake up the demonic beasts that were sleeping in the dark.

"Bloodstained King Ghost" Vlad III, this iron-blooded title spread like a virus throughout the blood clan under the transmission of the blood scouts, and quickly replaced his original image of a hybrid in the minds of others, even Torville, who was in different clans, was deeply impressed by Vlad III's proud achievements.

Five hundred people broke more than 32,000 people, personally killed the thousand-year-old king, and defeated the secret clan with the dragon's side branch, everything seemed to be full of legend. Among all the shocked people of the Blood Clan, the Snow Eagle Prince Kromia was undoubtedly the happiest one, although the Secret Party had lost a Millennium King, only she knew that the true strength of the Secret Party had not decreased.

The secret party has lost a prince on the surface, but what it really gains behind it is more powerful than a thousand-year king. Vlad III seems to be a member of the Dragon Clan, but the moment he really jumps back, the balance of power will be reversed in an instant!

"It's worthy of the man I fancied, you really didn't disappoint me, after passing this level in front of me, Dracuri must think that you have nothing to do with the secret party......" Touching the thick information that Vlad III had written to her before, Cromia smiled charmingly, "I believe that one day, you will become the king who replaces Dracuri!"

Kromia got up from her chair, then walked to the window and pushed it open, the silver moonlight shining gently on her face, perfecting her already delicate countenance. The night breeze gently blew her slightly curly blonde hair, and Chromia casually ran her hair behind her ears with her hands, quietly admiring the beauty of the night sky.

"Looks like you're in a good mood. Elizabeth came over with a cup and said nonchalantly as she stirred it. Unsurprisingly, there was bright red blood in the cup, which had bubbled thick in her stirring.

"Look at you, it looks like you want to stir this cup of blood into coffee. Chromia smiled and said, "Give up, no matter how much you stir it, this kind of thing will not come to pass." ”

As she spoke, Chromia stepped aside, and Elizabeth was not polite, rubbing her ass directly on the windowsill, and then cocked her intoxicating legs and said: "Of course I know this kind of thing, people just want to try different tastes, just like some people are not interested in the food they have at hand, but they have to learn to hunt ...... by themselves."

Hearing Elizabeth say this, Chromia smiled noncommittally.

"Wow, you're in a really good mood. Elizabeth said, taking a sip of the bubbling blood from the cup, "Well, it's not bad, it's much more delicate than the ones you used to drink, why don't you try it?"

"Forget it, I'm a little ...... about this kind of indirect kissing," Chromia smiled apologetically. She knew Elizabeth's orientation, and she stretched out her finger to caress Elizabeth's tender lips, which were still stained with undried blood, and she slowly smeared the brilliant color, so that the thorny rose looked even more delicate.

"Let such delicate lips be enjoyed by those who will appreciate it. Chromia retracted her slender fingers and smiled faintly.

"If you don't drink it, you won't drink it, and you won't even let go of other people's lips. Elizabeth gave her a blank look, she took another sip of the blood in the cup, and then asked, "What's next, what are you going to do to tell the other princes of the secret party that Vlad III has joined the secret party?"

"No, at least not yet...... Even if they were all secret party members, I couldn't fully trust those people. It's really strange to say, obviously everyone agreed to share the power that the Council of Elders has held for thousands of years, but now they haven't even cleared the vassals of the Council of Elders. Chromia said, her eyes unconsciously turned bloody, and at this moment she put away all the tenderness and grace on her face, revealing the endless majesty of the king.

Under this majesty, Elizabeth's breathing couldn't help but become rapid.

"Calm down!" Elizabeth shouted, her bloodline was much worse than that of Chromia, and even if she opened the blood pupil to resist, the majesty still made her heart palpitate. Fortunately, Chromia's consciousness was awake, and she immediately came to her senses after hearing her shout, and then Elizabeth felt a lot more comfortable.

"It's okay. ”

Elizabeth waved her hand, her face a little pale: "I finally understand the words of the ancient philosophers of the East now, accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger." ”

"Hey, dear, don't say that, aren't we friends besides your monarch? Chromia explained embarrassedly.

"Since it's a friend, then I still have to say that Lord Solla is more suitable for you, and people have pursued you for so many years, which is enough to express his heart. Of course, you can still play your own game, but if you get too addicted, it's not good for you or for someone. ”

Elizabeth finished speaking and walked down from the windowsill, "By the way, there's something wrong with France." The black prince Edward led the troops to invade, although the time was not very long, but this time the momentum was very rapid, and they had already occupied a lot of land in France, and they sent a large number of blood clans to participate in the war this time, and those human soldiers in France could not resist at all. ”

"The old crocodile really intends to deflect civil strife. Chromia frowned and said, without the instructions of Edward III, Edward, the Black Prince, would never dare to send troops to France. The land is intricately intertwined, with werewolves and vampires occupying some territory, and while Britain and France have been at loggerheads for many years, there has never been a direct occupation like this one in history.

Although Edward III had long intended to annex France, due to the regulation of the Presbyterian Church and the complexity of the blood power, no decisive results were achieved, and this time the Black Plague ravaged the population of France greatly reduced the population of France, just providing him with an opportunity to invade again.

Of course, Britain itself did not escape the plague, but the damage received was still less than that of France. The loss of population made the vampires inside Britain ready to move, and if it weren't for the coercive orders of Edward III, these guys would have begun to unleash their bloodthirsty desires long ago......

In order to divert the contradictions from England, Edward III chose this time to start a war, which has to be said to be quite a clever move. The secret party and the elders' council restrain each other at this time, and neither of them can care about restraining this old guy, plus this old thing has always been in a neutral state before, and neither side has offended, so if he rushes to attack him now, it is very likely that he will be pushed to the enemy's camp.

In addition, the secret party has just lost a thousand-year king, and its own exposed strength has decreased, so naturally it is even more afraid to make a casual move against him......