"Good. The Black Prince Edward smiled gently, and an inexplicable look flashed in his bewitching blood pupils, "I hope you will like everything Yu has prepared for you, dear Viscount Torville......"

After the end of the Ottoman Wars, Vlad III finally had the opportunity to expand the Order, and in the previous war, the Order of 500 men showed very good military qualities, which showed that the training method in the gladiatorial arena was feasible. Although most of them are blood slaves, and the strength of individual soldiers is not dominant, the kind of will sharpened on the edge of life and death can infinitely narrow the gap between them and their opponents, coupled with the non-close combat style, at least they can fight head-on with them under the condition that the number is higher than that of the opponent......

In addition, since the entire battle was carried out in the territory of the Ottoman Empire, it did not bring much disaster to the people of Romania, so his reputation as king was greatly improved among the people. Many young people of the right age wanted to join the mysterious knights by joining the army, and under this wave, the few nobles who had been supported by other countries also fell silent.

In that dark world, the title of "Bloodstained King Ghost" Vlad III even surpassed that of "Son of the Dragon", after all, in the history of the Blood Clan in the past thousand years, there has been no experience of a prince being killed on the battlefield. Although he used dishonorable means, no one cared about these in the face of the huge difference in strength, "survival is truth", this is the creed that the blood clan believes in.

In the main hall of the Romanian royal palace, Vlad III sat indifferently on his throne, and he was the only one in the wide hall at the moment, and all the mighty honor guards were outside the main hall, and they were not allowed to enter the palace unless necessary.

The kiss of the goddess of radiance, the "sword of the heirloom of ghosts", was leaned against the side of the throne by him, and Vlad III was holding Old Jack's black scimitar at the moment. He still remembered the majestic knife of Old Jack before he died, the brilliant sword like a meteor made him feel palpitations now, if that knife really slashed himself, I am afraid that he would not even leave a human head......

This scimitar, named "Allah", should be above the kiss of the goddess of radiance in terms of quality, although I don't know what its specific metal-refining properties are, but just by touching it, you can feel the power beating like a heart in it, which is probably the reason why this knife is given the name of the true god.

Vlad III held the handle of Allah's sword, which, although it was studded with various colored gemstones, did not affect the grip. The impact of power came from the hilt of the knife, like a newly caught falcon trying to escape its master's grasp, but no matter how strong the tremor of the knife was, it could not shake Vlad III's clenched hand.

The black body of the knife gradually lit up with alchemical lines, and the wisps of dark golden lines slowly covered the entire blade as if they were growing, and these filament-like lines formed the ancient arcane patterns engraved all over the blade, even Vlad III couldn't see what it meant, he only knew that it was probably some kind of pictogram in ancient Islamic culture, nothing more.

As the alchemy pattern covered, the sword's tremor began to weaken, and it seemed to know what kind of person it was dominated by, so it accepted its fate......

It was from this moment that the alchemy pattern that covered Allah changed color. Vlad III clearly felt that his power was being swallowed by this knife, and as the devouring progressed, the originally dark golden alchemy lines glowed reddening like molten metal.

"I remember that Old Jack seemed to have such a change in this knife during his use, since this is the case......" Vlad III smiled slightly, his blood pupils suddenly ignited, and the momentum around his body swept through the interior of the palace like an awakened lion!

"Yes! this is it!" Vlad III said excitedly, seeing that the air around him was distorted by the temperature of the knife. He had already gotten a rough idea of how to use the sword, and if he swung Allah out at this moment, the sword that shone like the sun would surely destroy the temple to ruins...... With this in mind, Vlad III slowly withdrew his strength, and the light on the sword dimmed.

When Allah was black again, Vlad III put it back in its sheath and threw it on a shelf. Originally, he didn't plan to try the knife, even if the quality of the knife was better than the kiss of the goddess of radiance, Vlad III didn't plan to use it, for him, the sword had a special meaning, and only by taking her with him could he feel the promise with someone.

The reason why this is done now is because of the information that Cromia passed to him, the kiss of the goddess of victory, appeared, and it was in France......

Since Sebas's death, the Kiss of the Goddess of Victory has fallen into the hands of Edward, the Black Prince, and although it is an alchemy weapon of the Blood Clan, there is no special treatment on the hilt of the sword. It may be that the makers of these two swords believed that the two sisters were weapons for the slaughter of the Bloods in either side, so that even the vampire Black Prince Edward could use her.

And the Black Prince Edward's own original love sword "Undefeated Will", although it is also an alchemy weapon, but because it has no additional lethality to the blood clan, it has become a special weapon for duels.

"Don't worry, I'll bring your sister back to be reunited, I'm sure Sebas thinks the same. Gently stroking the hilt of the Kiss of the Goddess of Radiance, Vlad III said slowly. Although the sword did not respond to his words, Vlad III felt a warm sensation oozing from the hilt.

On the road to the outside world in Bordeaux, France, dozens of knights are galloping on horseback. The leader was dressed in a silver dress, with wild long golden hair rising and falling with the gallop of the war horse behind his head, and a wide and exquisite crocodile leather waistband was tied around his waist, which perfectly set off the man's inverted triangle figure, and the alchemical broadsword "Roman Light" hung on the side of his waist, and the silver counterweight on the hilt of the sword shone faintly in the sun......

The tall female knight guarded behind Thorville, a place that belonged to her, and Livien wore a corset plate armor that showed off her slender figure to the fullest.

Behind them, fifty heavy cavalry followed closely, each of them wore armor that covered the whole body, only the part of the eyes was exposed, and even the horses under them were covered with armor, which was simply a torrent of steel! Every step out, the heavy hooves of the horses would leave a deep mark on the ground, once this kind of heavy cavalry launched a charge, it was simply a nightmare for the enemy infantry camp, the only drawback was that the consumption of resources was too huge, even in the hands of Thornville, there were only two hundred.

"If you don't tell me it's a deterrent team, I'd have thought we're going to attack the camp, it's too many. Looking at the team behind him, Towell smiled helplessly.

"Rest assured, if it were a camp, I would have gathered all my teams and picked the one that arrived at noon when the sun was most blazing, and it was clearly not the case now. Livien replied calmly.

"Well, then why do you have to come with me, I'll be more at ease if you're at home. ”

"Oh, yes, but as your wife, I don't feel comfortable doing that. And my lord, I'm not much inferior to you in my ability as a warrior, although we're not going to fight this time. Livien said.

"That's right, but whether as a husband or as a viscount of Bordeaux, I should protect you, and you just need to take care of the Château de Wolff for me. ”

"As the mistress of Wolfe Castle, you're under my jurisdiction, aren't you?" said Livienne smirked, she hadn't closed her armor, so it was easy for Thornville to see her beautiful face with its clear lines.

At this speed, after two more days, you will probably be able to reach the vicinity of the military camp of the Black Prince Edward, I have to say that the guy's command ability is really terrifying, but the only thing Toville can't understand is why he didn't march directly to Versailles, if he takes the Palace of Versailles, then the central part of France will fall directly.

"What's the matter, sir, do you have any doubts?" asked Livienne with concern.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Towell said lightly, "Remember to let the people behind you waive the flag, I don't want to be greeted by the English longbow, at least half of the British army that invaded France this time are longbowmen, although it has no effect on our team, but I still hope to be treated politely." ”

Due to the presence of heavy cavalry, their speed was a little slower, but even so, on the evening of the third day, Thorville approached the camp of Edward the Black Prince.

Edward the Black Prince was stationed outside a small town, the size of the barracks was almost the size of the town, and countless tents were erected in the barracks, each with a pale yellow kerosene lamp burning at the door. The glow of the kerosene lamps joined together, and the whole tent was shrouded in a pale yellow glow, which stood out in the darkness of the night.

To Towell's surprise, Edward, the Black Prince, did not arrange a team of thousands of men to guard the camp. In fact, except for a few soldiers who refueled the oil lamps, there were no soldiers in this camp who could be called "vigil" at all!

"It's ...... What's the situation?" asked Livien, looking at everything in front of her with a strange expression. Behind her, a heavily armored cavalryman held a tall spear, and the silver wolf flag danced in the night wind.

"I don't know what's going on, let's see first, there should be no ill will towards us. Torwell frowned and said lightly, after coming here, he had reverted to this cold appearance, even in the face of Livian, his tone was very flat.

Although he thought it was incredible, Towell still led the team through the main gate of the camp, and not long after entering the barracks, a beautiful figure caught Towell's attention.

"Lord Tovel, welcome to you, the master has been waiting for a long time, please come here with me. Dressed in a pale green dress, Becky looked very charming in the yellowish light, and she gracefully stretched out her right hand and said to Towell on the horse.

Livian inadvertently straightened up her upper body after seeing Pinkie, but due to the covering of the breastplate, her figure did not look as attractive as usual. She looked coldly at Becky's delicate bulging body in the light, and then controlled the war horse and silently walked to her husband's side.

"Lead the way. ”