Romania is quiet and peaceful at night, standing on the highest point of the royal city and looking down, the starry lights in the night all the way to the end of the horizon.

Perhaps the Grim Reaper had forgotten the land, and the minions of the Black Plague did not reach here, and it still maintained its true beauty even when other countries were swept away by death.

But now that beauty is about to be shattered.

"Swear allegiance to me and submit to you, or else all things will die wherever my army treads......," the beautiful codex reads the arrogant attitude of the conqueror, and behind this unbeatable language is the glory of the 200,000-strong army sweeping through the Byzantine Empire!

Sultan Mehmed II of Turkey, the conqueror of unprecedented proportions, had just captured Constantinople with his mighty army, extending the Ottoman Empire across Eurasia, and now he was about to take a turn on Romania.

Beneath the throne stood the messenger of the Sultan of Turkey, a young woman dressed in Turkish silk, her face hidden by a purple scarf, and her exposed eyes glittered with brightness and cunning.

In the palace stood two majestic columns of warriors, armed with long spears. The pennant with the dragon's coat of arms hung on the spear, pointing diagonally to the roof, under such majesty, this woman still stood tall in the center of the main hall, looking directly at the cold eyes on the throne!

"Surrender or destruction, right?" Vlad III on the throne spoke, his cold gaze looking down at the arrogant figure below, "As a human being, Mehmed II is indeed an immortal conqueror, and even I deeply admire the fact that he can destroy the Byzantine Empire. ”

"To hear you say that, my Sultan will be very happy. The woman said with a slight salute, her voice revealing a different kind of beauty and femininity.

"I don't know if he's happy, but I'm unhappy now, even the messenger who expressed contempt in the war, he didn't use a shemale to act as a shemale, am I right?" Vlad III reclined on the throne and propped his head with his left hand, a rather arrogant gesture that also expressed his attitude.

"When did you find out?" the woman lifted the veil from her face, and sure enough, a delicate male face appeared underneath.

"From the moment you enter here, you find that both the posture and the tone of your voice reveal an unpleasant artificiality. Vlad III said with a frown, his eyes full of disgust, as if he had accidentally seen a rotting mouse.

"To reintroduce you, my name is Joshua, and I am a member of the Black Heron Clan, and I have great respect for you, Vlad Cepesi. As if not seeing Vlad III's eyes, Joshua put his right hand on his chest and bowed. Although he is a man, his temperament is like that of a beautiful woman, wearing a ring on his index finger, and a vivid black swan is depicted on the ring face.

"It's hard to understand your pretentious attitude, but I don't remember a birdman named Joshua, let alone a woman in women's clothes. Vlad III said in a mocking tone, referring to Jack, the king of the Black Heron Clan, the only Blood Prince to submit to humans.

"I'm not a descendant of the birdman, and if anything, I'm probably his wife. Joshua said, anger in his tone.

"Oh, that's amazing. ”

"This guy is a pervert, he is not faithful to his wife. He likes men, yes, that's me. I was originally a normal human being, and my father was a baron in his domain, and he took me to his palace and toyed with me for the first time, and if it weren't for that, a mongrel like me wouldn't be qualified to wear it. Joshua gestured to the ring on his hand.

How difficult it is for mongrels to gain status, Vlad III knows. Had it not been for the perfect completion of every task assigned to Draculi, and the reputation he had accumulated over the years, he would not have been able to rise from earl to duke and be allowed to wear a ring engraved with the dragon's crest.

"What you just said, even if only half of the sentence reaches the ears of that birdman, it is inevitable that you will die. Vlad III said coldly, "I don't think a guy like you would disregard his own life. ”

"Yes, you're right. I can't take revenge on him on my own, and I need a powerful helper who has the ability to destroy him!"

"I'm sorry, you're looking for the wrong person, and I'm about to be destroyed by someone else. Vlad III shook the Codex.

"Please rest assured, the Sultan will not really send a large army, if he launches an attack, the army must be led by Old Jack, he is one of the twelve princes of the secret party, and the relationship between your father and the secret party must not need to be said. As Prince Delacuri's least valued child, even if you are attacked, he probably won't send troops to help......"

"You're threatening me. Vlad III sat up straight, the blood pupils in his eyes were like rainbows, and the powerful coercion instantly came out of his body, suppressing Joshua from moving.

"The soldiers of Romania were never afraid of war, and even more so as their king. My country will not be touched by anyone else, neither Old Jack nor Muhammad II, and if you want to take it from me, you will have to pay the price of blood!" Vlad III's furious tone was like a lion roaring, and under this coercion, Joshua could not control his body, so he could only be forced to kneel.

"Throw him out, and the thousand retinues outside were split in half, half cutting off the left leg and half the right one. Vlad III ordered.

A warrior from each of the left and right columns stepped forward, crossed their spears in their hands, and lifted Joshua on his knees and walked outside. The king's order had long since been passed down by the herald, and a bitter wail soon resounded in the square outside the palace.

These thousand retinues are all humans, and after cutting off their legs, they can guarantee immortality at most, as for how they get out of Romania, that is not something that Vlad III should consider.

"Trust me, one day you'll agree to my request......" Joshua shouted with a wild laugh before being thrown out.

"What a madman. ”

The order to strengthen the defenses was passed down the next day, and by the time the entire Romanian border had been fortified, the one thousand retinues, nay, probably eight hundred, had not yet crossed the border.

Joshua had of course returned to Osman long ago, and when he told the news to Mehmed II, the conquering king's wrath threatened to overthrow the royal palace!

"By the king's command, I will personally set out to level this land!" roared Mehmed II in the splendid palace. In front of him, Joshua, dressed in men's clothes, recounted his experience in Romania "carefully".

"Your Majesty is angry. An old man with gray hair said, his eyes were very deep, but even that could not stop the fierce gaze. On his left index finger is a ring like Joshua's, and the agile black swan on the ring seems to be singing silently.

"Prince Jack, what do you want to say?"

"Of course, this is the way to send troops, my majesty, please allow me to go on your behalf. With all due respect, this small land is not worth visiting in person, the great conquering king should deal with a large empire like Byzantium, and such a small place will only lower your status......" Old Jack's words seemed to have a magical power, and the anger of Mehmed II gradually subsided under his guidance.

Seeing that his persuasion had taken effect, Old Jack stepped forward, patted Joshua on the shoulder, motioned for him to leave first, and then walked to Mehmed II's side and whispered something......

Of course, Joshua wouldn't bother to look into this, because there was no need, he knew too well the old fellow's mind. The strength of the Black Heron Clan has always been at a relatively low level in the Secret Clan, so it will become a vassal of the human race, and if Vlad III's power can be defeated, even if he is only a side branch of the Dragon Clan, it can greatly increase his prestige.

Although prepared for war, Vlad III delivered a letter to Chromia, which at least allowed him to restrain Old Jack within the secret party, if not for practical help.

Having done all this, he personally led people to the border, not to defend, but to organize an attack!

Vlad III led five hundred cavalry, a tenth of whom were pure-blooded, and although most of them did not have titles, they were very good in combat. The rest of the cavalry are all blood slaves and dead soldiers who came out of the gladiatorial arena, although they have also experienced brutal battles in the gladiatorial arena, but they are different from the real battlefield after all, and this time they are brought out to exercise their adaptability to the battlefield.

How terrible a forbidden Bloodline army is, only war can prove.

In order to ensure that the military strength is not lost to the greatest extent, Vlad III arranged 3,000 Romanian soldiers as a response after rushing to the border.

When the silver moonlight was obscured by the floating dark clouds, the knights, composed of five hundred soldiers with shining blood eyes, stepped through the defense line of the Ottoman Empire's border under the cover of night, and the killing began!